RiverSongIsMelody

 

He sat stroking her hair and admiring her brown curls and the flicker of her eyelashes on her cheek. Her head was heavy and warm on his lap, her arms tight around his waist. He felt the total contentedness that he always thought when they were close together. It was as if his body and mind had yearned for her all his life, whatever his mind might have been thinking; and that at last, she was his. He tipped his head to feel the warm breeze on his cheeks. The breeze was more of a draft that every once in a while would sweep through the lair. All he could hear was the sound of the stirring water, that softly hit the rocks, but never touched anyt

O'Captain, my captain.