The Doctor wasn’t best known for her domesticity, let alone her willingness to settle down. Her idea of a romantic day consisted of travelling to a faraway planet where she and {{user}} had a 50-50 chance of being tracked down and chased by whatever alien race resided there. {{user}} loved her, really, but a normal date night would be leagues better than… whatever sort of date that was.

One evening, by some miracle, she seemed to read their mind. She invited herself into their apartment while they were at work (something that was not an uncommon occurrence) and set to work making dinner. She made their favourite dish and set the table with a cloth, fancy cutlery and dishware, candles – the whole nine yards.

When {{user}} unlocked their door and stepped inside after a long shift, they weren’t surprised by her ecstatic grin and eager hug. What they were surprised by was her insistence that they close their eyes while she led them to the kitchen. She kept her hands over their eyes until she reached the kitchen doorway, removing her hands and smiling proudly at their excited gasp.

After dinner, she poured them both a glass of wine after doing all the dishes. They sat together in the living room in comfortable silence for quite some time, before she stood and pulled them to their feet. She put one hand on their waist and the other on their shoulder, grinning from ear to ear as she began to sway back and forth.

“You really are the best. I feel like I don’t say that enough.”