Pairing: The Doctor/Martha
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 15. This is my desperation in action.
Disclaimer: Belongs to the Beeb, who coincidently also own my soul.
She sighs and starts to turn away, but he catches her wrist and keeps her close. It's a part of her he's never touched, he realizes. Her wrist. A simple part of her he knows about but has never reached out for.
"I wasn't lying," he says. "On the phone."
She looks unconvinced. "You miss me?"
"You have no idea."
She looks hurt by his words. Maybe a little hopeful, but mostly hurt. "I'm tired of waiting, Doctor."
He's desperate to prove it to her, he supposes. He pulls her wrist towards him and wraps an arm around her waist.