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When: Friday night, 9/26
Rating: PG?
Characters: The Doctor

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Summary: After thinking he'd never see her again, Reinette appears in the City and the Doctor is thrilled.
Log:

The Doctor ran. He had run for a lot of reasons in the past. Running away from something that was scary and running to something because it was urgent to be somewhere were the two most frequent reasons and he loved it. But he enjoyed running the most when it was too someone he wanted to see. And the Doctor wanted to see Reinette, the girl he thought he'd never see again was here in the City.

He rounded the corner the fountain came into view and she was standing there. Ohhh, but she was beautiful and radiant and so full of life even from a distance. He stopped running about halfway to her, stopping a moment to smooth his hair and his suit. You did not meet Jean-Antoinette Poisson looking like you had just run a marathon.

With a smile that refused to leave his face the Doctor approached her and spread his arms wide.

"Ohhh, Reinette," he said. "It's good to see you!"

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"Wellll, maybe a little bit selfish," he said with a grin. "But I bet if you pouted a bit you could probably get what you wanted. Ohhh, and dancing would be brilliant."

"I must act like a child to get what I want?" she asked, laughing. "Although, I do believe the end would more than justify the means, so perhaps I would not mind it so much."

"Doctor," she asked, laughter fading into a contemplative smile, "Do you know how long it has been since we last danced?"

The Doctor glanced off a bit as he calculated exactly how long it had been since he and Reinette had last danced, down to the very second. He was a Time Lord after all. It may have been a year for her, but it had been even longer for him.

"It's been much, much to long," he replied.

“Then dance with me, Doctor,” she said, facing him again. “I know it has been a long time, but surely you have not forgotten how.”

"Not so long that I'd forget," he said, offering out a hand to her. There wasn't any music, although he could have taken care of that. But he preferred to dance to whatever music they heard when they were together.

Reinette placed her hand in his, smiling. She knew he wouldn’t have forgotten. Even if he had, she would not have minded teaching him again. “It is your turn to lead, Doctor.”

He stepped forward and put an arm lightly around her waist.

"Then let's dance!" he said, beaming broadly again as he began to leave her about the console room.

Reinette raised her arm and rested her other hand on this shoulder, smiling as he swept across the room, imagining the music in her head. “Your dancing has improved, Doctor,” she teased. “Have you been practising?”

"Wellll, maybe just a little bit," he confessed, gliding along smoothly in perfect unison with her. "You never know when you're going to need to dance."

“All of your hard work has indeed paid off. I must congratulate you, for you very well may be my most accomplished student to date, sir,” she said with a laugh.

"I had a very engaging teacher," he said. "I wasn't sure I'd learn much because I was a bit distracted by how she looked and how brilliant she was."

“She was not sure you would learn very much, either. You were a very difficult student, unwilling to learn at first,” she said. “But she was very happy when you changed your mind.”

"I wasn't that difficult," the Doctor said, suling a bit at that. "That wasn't me being difficult."

"Your protests said otherwise," Reinette said, laughing. "What would you call it, if not being difficult?"

"That was... verbally and physically lodging my desire to do another activity," he said, giving her the most earnest expression he could.

"What would you rather have done that night than dance with me, Doctor," she asked, her voice affecting an offended tone.

"Wellll, I'm sure we could have found something to do," the Doctor replied, a smile quirking at the corners of his mouth. "But I'm glad we did dance."

"I could not have cared what we did," she replied, sharing his smile, "so long as we spent that time together. But I, too, am glad we danced that night."

"I suppose that we'll just have to look into what other sorts of things we can do together when we're not dancing," he suggested, pulling her just a little bit closer.

"I suppose we will," she said, voice low. "You've a big imagination, Doctor; I am sure you will be able to come up with something."

"I know that I can," he said, reaching out to brush his fingers again across her face. "You inspire the imagination, Reinette. You're like a muse."

Reinette let the movements of her legs become more deliberate, slowing their pace around the room. “And in what way do I inspire you now, Doctor? In this moment?”

The Doctor slid his hand around to the back of her head and pulled her close to kiss her, intending it to be chaste at first before he let his passion get the better of him.

"Ohhh, you inspire me to want to kiss you in many different ways," he said.

"How scandalous a suggestion you make," she said a bit breathlessly, cheeks flushed from the warmth of his touch. "And yet, I must admit how inspired I am to allow you to do so."

"Then we should go explore that scandalous suggestion," he said, leading her over towards his bedroom so that they could do just that. Ohhh, this was a good day for the Doctor.