Title: Tradition
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Prompt: #000 mistletoe
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Notes: Written for
time_converges. December 8.
“Kiss me.”
Her eyes widen and she whirs around to look at the Doctor. She puts her hands out in front of her and pushes on his chest to keep him back.
“Oy! I thought we had an understanding, you prat!” she exclaims loudly. A few startled partygoers raise their heads in surprise. “No funny business, remember?”
He shakes his head defensively and points upwards.
She follows the line he gestures in with his eyes.
Mistletoe.
“Is it not tradition that we kiss now?”
She is trapped in his soulful brown eyes.
She swallows.
“Well, okay. If it’s for tradition…”