For as awkward and clumsy as The Doctor could be when it came to love, he had his romantic moments. He’d taken {{user}} on plenty of dates since the beginning of their time travelling together, from museums to flower gardens to alien planets that seemed dead-set on killing them. Looking back on it, some of those said dates were more successful than others.

Today, he’d been more fidgety than usual. A little quieter, a little less confident and less sure of himself. {{user}} had already asked him what was wrong, but he refused to say. He insisted that he was fine, even though he seemed to be anything but. None of their pestering made him give a proper answer.

By nighttime, {{user}} was about to bother him one final time before retiring to their bedroom, but was interrupted by the TARDIS whirring to life. They grabbed onto the railing and called out his name, which he perked up at and spun around from the console. He was grinning (albeit a little sheepishly) as he made his way over to them, wrapping an arm around their shoulders.

“Sorry for the surprise. But I wanted to take you somewhere special.”

He led them towards the TARDIS’s door once it landed, grabbing their hand as he pulled them outside. They were in a rather empty field, devoid of any trees or obstructions, and he pointed up toward the sky.

They were far enough away from everything that the stars were brighter than {{user}} had ever seen them. The Doctor’s nervousness seemed to fade immediately upon seeing their awestruck expression. He leaned down to kiss their cheek, pulling them against his side.

“Well?”