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You Never Know What You're Gonna Get

The sheets rustle and are soft to the touch as they slide over his bare legs. He likes the feel of them, although not as much as he likes the feel of her bare skin sliding over his. He watches her hand as it traces swirls and stars on his chest. He tries not to wiggle, not wanting her to know he's ticklish in that exact spot. A small, decidedly unmanly giggle sneaks past his defenses regardless.

A blush colors his face and slips down to his chest. She giggles back and his blush grows darker until he realizes that she's replaced her fingers with her equally appreciated mouth. He maneuvers his hand through her hair, deftly picking at the strands and managing to braid a few together. He wonders how he'd thought to do that before he wanders how he'd learnt to do that. (Maybe it came from Donna? She was a girl, after all, and all girls are born knowing that sort of thing, aren't they? Did the fact that he knew the basics of doing hair properly make him girly? Or just a well-rounded man?)

She shakes her head, undoing his hard work or destroying the evidence, depending on which way he chooses to look at it. He hasn't made up his mind yet. She's looking at him, an unheard question lighting up her eyes. Her head is propped up on her hand and he's disappointed to notice that she's stopped all her earlier ministrations. She raises her eyebrows sharply, cocking her head to her left. Hair rubs his side and he has to hold back another tickle-giggle, trying to focus on the fact that she's apparently just asked him for his immensely-more-valuable-then-they-sound two cents. "Well?" She asks, blinking up at him coyly.

"Huh?" Is his brilliant response and he tells himself that he'll have to give her a refund on this particular batch of two cents.

"Not exactly a great listener in the morning, are you? I said, did you ever think we'd end up like this?" Her question takes him off-guard and she waits patiently for a coherent answer.

"End up like how? You naked with me braiding your hair?" He kisses her forehead and ruffles her already impeccably rustled hair.

She slaps his shoulder playfully. "Oi! You're just as naked as I am!" She shifts against him to prove her point.

"Oh, I know." He tells her, voice dipping a rather noticeable octave, eyebrows waggling haphazardly. He laughs with her before turning serious. "I hoped that we'd be like this. It didn't look so good at first, on that beach. But now, well, look at the state of us! We're obviously enjoying ourselves. I'm glad and I'm happy. I'm especially proud to point out that I'm above reasonably ecstatic even when our clothes are on as well." He smiles down at her, thumbs sliding across her cheeks.

"I know whatcha mean, about how you felt at first. I never expected us to be like we are now." She lays her head on his chest.

"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Her breathing stops and he's sure he's just impressed her with that.

"Who said that?" She wanders innocently at him.

"I did, silly girl. You heard me, just then." His smile is smug as he thinks he's successfully pulled the metaphorical wool over her eyes.

"We have Forrest Gump in this universe. Plagiarizing is illegal here as well."

He leans his head down to kiss her, hiding his sheepish smile.

The End.

Author's Note: I went to see Angels and Demons tonight. I couldn't help but replace Tom Hanks with the Doctor in my head. Then, I came home and You've Got Mail was on, and I did the same for it. Finally, I popped in Forrest Gump and realized it didn't work as well. Hence this.