Robin marveled at the beauty of the New Year's celebration. The fireworks were more advanced than anything she'd ever seen, creating vivid, swirling patterns in the black expanse of the night sky. It was beautiful and complex, colorful and bright. The music swirled around them warmly, strange instruments piecing together a new version of Auld Lang Syne.<br/><br/>She laughed, however, as the Doctor pressed a very chaste kiss to her lips. Though she would never admit it, even that smallest show of affection caused her to shiver slightly. Raising a finger, she wagged it at him with a small shake of her head.<br/><br/>"Don't think you're getting away with that," she murmured before standing on tiptoe and pressing her lips to his once again. It was still an innocent kiss, but it was also a lingering one, and when Robin pulled away she sucked lightly on his bottom lip. With a dangerous twinkle in her eye she leaned once again into his ear, her whisper dark and sultry.<br/><br/>"Happy New Year," she said, a devilish grin playing at her throat. "And I don't think I would ever regret stroking<em>anything</em>of yours, Doctor."