Meanwhile, elsewhere...

[sortofaman]

There were more things to do on one's honeymoon than have sex or lie about, and while that would have been just fine, occasionally one needed to stretch one's legs. Which was why the Doctor, clad only in boxer briefs, and Chase, similarly less than clothed, were on the beach as the sun started to set, playing a rough and tumble rugby scrimmage.

There was no one else about to care about sand and dirt, and the beach was soft enough to make for decent landing. All in all, there was quite a bit of laughter and not so much fair play. But rules didn't really apply.

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[dr_robchase]

Chase smirked and leaned down to kiss the Doctor. "Okay, okay, smitten," he said, dutifully. "First time we had sex was good, but not there. Letters helped...but it really had to be...the dance. When I really started going head over heels."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor's brows went up. "You hate to dance," he said, "I don't know how that really worked, but I suppose..."

[dr_robchase]

"I hate to dance," Chase agreed, completely serious. "But when I was there and dancing with you, everything faded. And then you got sick, and I got so terrified and I was sick to my stomach for a week that I'd lose you."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"You were the best angel doctor one could ask for," the Doctor suggested, smiling slowly at him. "Still are."

[dr_robchase]

Chase smiled at that, leaning in with the Doctor, now that the sun had gone down. "I'll promise to keep it that way," he murmured, settling in, pressed in as close as he could get. "Love you," he said seriously, settling in after a long, happy day.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor leaned over and brushed some sand off Chase's forehead before kissing him. "Love you too," he said, firmly. "Always."