It was raining after the party, you and Tennant had no umbrella, but it wasn’t that hard to need one. You debated on how long the rain will continue, trying to come up with a solution but Tennant had other things in mind—taking your hand, laughing to herself as you both walked under the rain, her hands on your hip and intertwined with yours.

“Come dear, dance with me, let me spoil you—just this once.” She purred, already taking the lead in this dance.