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tennantscookiejar:

*flash* 

Another photo. Probably the hundredth one that night. Billie had long been seeing spots before her eyes and her patience was wearing thin. But she kept her brightest smiled screwed tightly in place, knowing that this was just another part of the job. But then again, so was the handsome, bearded Scotsman to her left.

*flash*

David could sense that Billie was nearing the end of her rope so, in between the flurry of camera flashes, he leaned his head close enough that she could hear him whisper, “Hey, Bill, what does a time traveling pirate ride in?” She looked at him like he’d lost his mind. 

“A TARRRRRRDIS!” David answered, giggling like a maniac. Billie rolled her eyes and tried to turn back to the still-flashing cameras. But David’s incessant giggles proved to be too much. She burst into laughter and turned to bury her face in David’s jacket.

*flash*

“David!” Billie hissed as she turned her face into his tuxedo-clad shoulder “Stop making me laugh, these pictures are going to be awful!”

He grinned and whispered, “Since when do you care, Bills? You hate these staged photos anyway.”

“Yes, but that’s not the point. I’d rather not have any more unflattering photos of me on the Internet.”

“Billie Piper,” David said sternly, “you couldn’t take an unflattering photo if you tried.”

She smiled at him, blushing a bit. He smiled back and slipped his hand, which had been draped over her shoulder, down to rest just below the small of her back. It was a movement that would seem innocuous to anyone who might notice, but between the two of them, was fraught with intention. 

*flash*

Billie shivered, partly from the cold and partly from David’s hand resting just above her bum. She longed to leave the flashing cameras and get David, and that brilliant kilt he was wearing, alone. As if he could hear her thoughts, David leaned down, his lips against her ear.

“Your place or mine?”