"Hello, Doctor" you say with a smile as he walks into the control room.
You've been sitting there for what seems like hours, a steaming cup of tea in your hand, just enjoying your own company.
He smiles warmly at you and then stretches and yawns.
" 'Ello darlin' " he says, dragging a hand through his spiky, sleep-messy brown hair and winking at you, one of his beautiful chocolate eyes disappearing for a second.
He walks over to you, mischevious smile on his face, and plucks the tea from your hands, taking a big gulp. You laugh a bit at the little cream mustache the tea has left above his top lip.
"Messy boy." You say teasingly and wipe the mustache from his lip with your thumb, then sucking the drop of tea from your thumb. You hadn't noticed until just now, but the Doctor was very close to you. Your faces were just inches apart now.
He leans in a bit.....and takes your tea again, draining it in one large gulp. You yell out a battle cry and the Doctor takes off running across the TARDIS, you in hot pursuit. With another ferocious cry you fly at the Doctor, slamming straight into him and knocking him to the floor. The tea cup rolls from his fingers across the floor.
"Ha." you say in triumph "Teach you to drink my tea."
The Doctor laughs. "Oh yeah?" he says.
You play-punch him in the chest. "Yeah."
"I don't think so." He grabs you by the shoulders.
"Wha-"
Before you can finish your sentence, the Doctor whips you to the ground so he is sitting on you.
"Now" he says with triumph. "You are mine. And your tea, too."
Suddenly your eyes meet and you both start laughing hysterically. The Doctor rolls off of you, clutching his sides, and the two of you are writhing on the floor, laughing harder than you ever had before, sure you will split clean in two.
When the laughter subsides into giggles once more, you grab the Doctor's hand and he turns to look at you.
You meet his eyes and say "I had a good morning, Doctor."
He helps you to your feet and says "Me too."
