Doctor Who Imagines

First Kiss

9th Doctor: "What do you mean, you don't know where we are?" You asked the Doctor as you stepped out of the TARDIS, onto the blue grass beneath you. The Time Lord's ship had started to act up, making the Doctor land it on the closest planet he could find.

"Believe it or not, I haven't been everywhere," he replied simply as he took your hand.

"You're 900 years old. That's hard to believe."

"What are you trying to say?"

"You're older than...well, millions of things."

"So are you!"

"Yeah, but come on."

He gave you a look, "Why do I put up with you?"

"Because no one else will put up with you," you shot back cheekily, smiling up at him.

He rolled his eyes, "Thanks."

"Anytime!"

He grumbled and shook his head, making your smile widen.

"Aw, Doctor, are you cross with me now?"

"Yes."

"How could I possibly make it up to you?" You stopped him and took his hands, looking up into his crystal blue irises. It was hard not to get lost in his ancient eyes, but it wasn't like you minded. They were beautiful.

"Well..." his voice had come out a bit breathy, making your heart rate increase.

"I think I know..." you murmured as his gaze fell to your lips, and without a second thought, you stepped on your tip-toes and pressed them against his. You could feel his heartsbeat through the thin fabric of his sweater as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, making the you smile into the kiss. The kiss was short, but favorably sweet, and also something you had been wanting to do for a very long time. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours and gave you a dopey smile. "Better?"

"Fantastic," he grinned.

10th Doctor: "Doctor?" You walked into the dimly lit control room, looking for the daft alien you had been travelling with for some time. "Doctor, I need your help. The library is- What are you doing?"

"I can't find it!" he complained as he tossed random things over his shoulder. He was digging through one of his many compartments under the console, looking for god knows what. If he would just organize it like you had told him too, he wouldn't have to do this every other day. But the Doctor was remarkably stubborn, no matter how much you tried to change his mind.

"What are you looking for, Doc?" You sighed and sat down beside him on the floor, despite the floor biting into the skin of your hands.

"My copy of Hamlet! I swear I put it in here!" he huffed as he looked at you.

"Doctor?"

"Yeah?"

"It's in the library."

He scoffed, "How can it be in there?"

"You took it in there last week, remember? You were gonna read it, again, but we got that distress signal from those Ice Warriors or something," you shrugged. "Anyway, in the library, the shelves keep rearranging themselves. Why does the TARDIS keep doing that to me? I've been looking for The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes for hours now."

"It's the TARDIS's way of interacting with you," he started piling all his belongings back into the floor, "It means she likes you, you should be flattered, really."