DW 1x1 with Lucky and Amelia

[demolition lovers]

She patters his shoulder, and headed to the bathrrom. "Dress is in the closet, can you grab it please?"

[tricks]

He hesitated, standing up. "..Yeah. Yeah, I'll go get it."

[demolition lovers]

She smiled. "Thank you," she said, closing the door

[tricks]

He stepped to the closet and drew it out with a sigh, examining it and brushing off the dust.

[demolition lovers]

She adored that dress, she laughed remembering how the trip had turned out

[tricks]

He heard her laugh and stopped brushing it off, it was fine anyway. He was remembering two different occasions, one with Bea and one with Rose.

[demolition lovers]

(( do the one with rose, pleaaaaaseeeeee?))

She took her time, no need to rush.

[tricks]

((What?))

[demolition lovers]

(( tell us the rose memory ))

[tricks]

((Okay))



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It had been hours of dancing, and he'd only just relaxed. Mainly because he'd been busy herding her away from hopeful dance partners. She'd turned and their faces had almost touched at a moment, which had made both hearts skip a beat and his pulse start to race. He would never let her go. She was tired, and she wanted to go back to the TARDIS, but he wasn't ready yet. And also, she was doing her tongue thing, which was not helping anything. He had her hand in a firm grasp and-

He snapped out of it when he stubbed his toe on the wall, he'd been pacing absentmindedly as he thought about her.