You'd never thought you'd find yourself in such an unbelievable position as this.

Your back was comfortably pressed against the solid wall, Tennant's hat between your fingers, grasping onto it.

"Sweetheart, oh, don't you know how dear you are to me?" Tennant cooed, her gloved fingers grazing your soft skin, the close proximity between you was clear as day.

She leaned closer, as if to plant a kiss to seal this romantic tension, as both of your breaths hitched.