She awoke, finding herself laying on a park bench, her head in his lap. His fingers were absent-mindedly caressing her hair, but he seemed to be asleep. She closed her eyes, relaxing deeper feeling his fingers in her hair.
"You are amazing," he whispered.
"That was a bit more powerful then I had expected," she replied, grinning. He leaned down, his lips softly caressing hers.
"A bit more then I had expected as well," he admitted, grinning. He leaned his head back along the bench, and sighed deeply. "Ya know, I had some plans for the day..."
"Did I ruin them," she asked, sitting up abruptly, hoping she hadn't upset him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
"Oh no no no. No, we didn't." He kissed the top of her head, drinking in the sweet coconut smell of her shampoo. "No, but, I think we should go shopping for some clothes. I fear, that any place we go into will frown upon our... appearance." She grinned then, and nodded.
Shortly after, they reluctantly stood, she wrapped her arm around his and together they walked to the fabled Saks Fifth Avenue.
They left hours later, Shana grinning from ear to ear, the Doctor, semi-content.
"I am telling you, it looks good on you," Shana said for the hundredth time.
The Valet outside the entrance waved a taxi down for them, and they hopped in, the driver taking their shopping bags and putting them into the trunk.
The Doctor laughed, finally taking his tie off and shoving it into his pocket. Shana watched, trying very hard to not laugh at loud.
"I don't know why you agreed with the clerk that I should buy that bloody thing," He muttered. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"What? You really don't think bow ties are cool?"
"Only with tuxedos," he muttered.
They had the driver take them back to where the Tardis had been parked, and dropped off their bags before heading out for their reservation for lunch. The Doctor had written the destination down and handed it over to the driver. He was going to keep it a secret for as long as he could.
"What is so special about today," she asked, her fingers twining around his.
"Well, let's see... On Draxal there is a celebration for the anniversary of the King's Celibacy. On Paramore II it's the official first day of the wet season. On-"
"No you goof! For us. Why are you going all out today," She said, laughter lighting her eyes.
"Oh... You mean you don't know?" She shook her head no, her eyebrows furrowing as if to try it figure it out. He leaned in then, his hand cupping her chin as his lips met hers for a long, sweet kiss. "Well, it was six months ago today, when we first met."
She opened her eyes at his words, her head tilting to the side, watching him.
"What... Has it been that long?" Her words were barely a whisper.
"Time is different in the Tardis, but yeah," He said, smiling. She grinned back at him, and then leaned in for a delicious kiss, his lips welcoming hers, her hands running through his hair, and she heard, as her fingers combed through his hair, a soft moan escape him.
She pulled out of the kiss, feeling the cab come to a stop. The Doctor kissed her once more on the tip of her nose, and then handed another stash of currency to the driver. They walked arm and arm into the restaurant, both very content.
The maître d' had been excited when the Doctor and Shana had arrived. He eagerly escorted them to the Chef's Table, personally opening the bottle of wine, that the Doctor had called ahead about. She smiled when he showed her the bottle, the Doctor took the taster's sip nodding his head in approval.
She looked over at him, and he reached for her hand. "A Reisling?" He nodded. She smiled, remembering that night.
Her glass was poured, and she took her first sip, smiling at the taste. Most wines taste bitter to her, but a Riesling has always seemed comforting to her. She loved the way the flavor laid on her tongue.
Satisfied with the wine selection, he waved over the Chef, introducing them in French, the Doctor smiling and responding to some questions. The way the French language rolled from his lips was mesmerizing to her. Of course, he didn't have to speak French, the Tardis translates easily for them, but he loved to show off. She sat there, smiling, watching their faces, trying hard to keep the look of "oblivious" on her face so she didn't know that despite the fact that it was the Chef's table, that the Doctor wanted her to have a few specific things.
Normally, at a Chef's table, you eat whatever the Chef has decided to make for you. And you never, not ever ask for a different item instead of the one he (or she) has so graciously decided you should have. Unless the Doctor insists on having his way, apparently.
A decision (or compromise) was reached, and the maî·tre d' left them. Shana watched the bustle in the kitchen, her finger slowly going around and around the rim of her wine glass. Suddenly, she felt the Doctor's hand on hers, stopping the movement.
"Sorry, what?" He looked at his hand on hers, keeping the finger from moving around the lip of the glass. He gave her a small, weak smile.
"Sorry, but it was... disturbing the cooks." She looked at him puzzled and he nodded toward them and then back at her glass.
"Ohhh... Sorry. I didn't even realize..." She hadn't even heard the sound of the glass singing. She moved her had off the glass, but not away, keeping the Doctor's finger's wrapped around hers.
The Chef approached their table, setting down a lovely asparagus salad that was topped with a golden Nasturtium. They ate their salad quietly, and Shana smiled, watching the Doctor pick up the bloom and eat it as well.
"What," The Doctor asked, seeing her smile.
"Only you would eat the flower without thinking about it."
"It's edible." Shana nodded. "So, why shouldn't I?"
"I didn't say you shouldn't," She laughed. "Just that few people do."
"But it's lovely. It's like watercress. You should try yours," He suggested. They finished their salads rather quickly, but, in fairness, as with most high end french restaurants, the servings were small.
"How badly have I ruined the day," Shana asked suddenly. He looked at her, his eyebrow rising in query. "I... know you wanted to go to the museum, and then, we did the shopping, which surely hadn't been on the agenda..."
He reached across again, taking her hand in his, and bringing her fingers to his lips. He settled a soft kiss upon her knuckles, and looked deep into her dark silver eyes.
"You have not ruined the day. Ideas of what could be can always change. And, I want you to be able to enjoy the day. If I chose to do something and its not going to be enjoyable for you, then we just wont do it. Okay?" She nodded softly, but still felt like she had ruined it. "What would you like to do?"
She felt his thumb gently rolling over her fingers, softly caressing each knuckle and she sighed. "Just being with you makes me happy," She said, smiling into his eyes. He kissed her knuckles again and released her hand as their meal arrived. She inhaled deeply, smiling at the dish.
"Your favorite," He said, grinning. She nodded, and thanked the Chef. Filet Mignon, with a side of buttered asparagus. "Two asparagus dishes... He wasn't happy, but he thinks you are cute." The Doctor grinned at her, and she blushed a lovely shade of pink.
Their meal had been delicious, hers was, of course, cooked to perfection. And she was a touch embarrassed by the speed in which she had eaten the steak. The Doctor had asked if she wanted dessert, but all she wanted was to walk some of this food off. He nodded understanding. The skinny sod had eaten even more then she had, so he was more bottom heavy then she was, probably. She gave the Chef a kiss on the cheek, and thanked him for the wonderful meal, and then they left.