Little bit of a late Christmas fic for you all. Hope you enjoy it :)
Merry Christmas!

Disclaimer: I don't and never will own Doctor Who. Sad but true, I'm afraid

Romana sighed as she caught sight of the Doctor. He was sat at the bar of the pub they had come to and was deeply engrossed in a conversation.

She caught the end of his sentence as she approached. "And that's why I couldn't do without her."

"What are you talking about, Doctor?" she asked him.

"Oh, nothing," he said quickly. "Are you ready to go?"

She nodded and he got up. They made their way slowly through the crowd toward the door. Then the Doctor paused and looked up.

"Look, we're under the mistletoe."

"What does that mean?" she asked. "Is this another strange human tradition?"

"Actually, I rather like this tradition," he retorted.

Whatever Romana might have been about to say was lost as the Doctor kissed her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. His lips were warm and soft and gentle. She could have stayed in the moment forever.

He pulled away and looked at her. "Well?"

"I think I like this tradition too," she breathed.

"That's good," he said, grinning, "because I've got lots of mistletoe back in the TARDIS and I would hate for it to go to waste."