Grunt - (River/Doctor) One thing married couples have to do, is learn to interpret each other's grunts...Grunt - (River/Doctor) in Sci-Fi More Like This
River pulled down the sheet that covered her face and looked up, bleary-eyed, at the Doctor looming over her in her cell.
"Unh!" She glared at him.
"Did you just grunt at me?" he asked.
She grunted again.
The Doctor grinned like a little boy who'd just discovered his dog could talk. He bounced on his toes and beamed at her. She gave him a dirty look and scrubbed her hands over her weary face and into her tangled hair.
Resigned, she flung aside her prison issue blanket and swung her feet to the floor. She sat up, then hunched over with her face in her hands.
"What do you want, Sweetie?" she asked, trying not to sound as disgusted as she felt.
"Grunt again," he said.
She stared up at him over her fingers. "What?"
He bounced, beaming. "Grunt again. It's cute!"
River groaned into her hands and rocked slightly, finally rocking herself to her feet.
She poked a sharp-tipped fingernail in his chest. "I a
DancingRiver loved dancing with the Doctor.Dancing in Sci-Fi More Like This
Okay, the Doctor was a total embarrassment when he fast danced. But his total abandon urged her on to her own goofy moves, and always brought a light of appreciation to his eyes. He said she moved like a hunter, like a big sleek cat, even when she was doing the funky chicken. He moved like a giraffe. She had a fondness for giraffes.
But she'd be a fool to say she didn't enjoy it. Fast dancing with him was just so fun!
But slow dancing. Oh, she loved to slow dance with the Doctor. To have an excuse to cuddle close in his arms, her head on his shoulder, his cheek against her hair. Swaying slowly to the music. Sometimes music was even optional.
She'd slow danced with him on an alien beach of blue sand, under the light of a golden moon, with no sound but the sigh of the waves.
She'd slow danced with him at the top of a giant tree, with more stars overhead than at any other time in the universe.
His soft double heartbeat under her ear, his
Yes, Yes, Yes"Are you married, River?"Yes, Yes, Yes in Sci-Fi More Like This
Her heart leaped at the question. She stifled it down and concentrated on buckling her vortex manipulator. He'd asked. He actually had asked her to marry him before just taking her agreement for granted up on that pyramid.
Her hearts were beating so fast, and with such joy that she could barely stifle her impulse to jump on him and kiss him all over his pretty young face.
She wanted to dance around. Preferably nude. Preferably with him. She could feel her eyes sparkling with mad joy. He'd actually asked. He'd been interested as far back as this.
"Are you asking?" She wanted to be clear, she wanted it crystal clear what he was asking.
Ooh, smooth talker, that sexy voice.
And she was definitely going to answer. This time she wasn't just following instructions. "Yes."
"No, hang on," he said, panicked, she loved that trapped, horrified look on his face. He was so young, so gorgeous in that tux. A tux for a wedding. Her stomach rolled with gidd
Anniversary BluesIt's River's first wedding anniversary since her last kiss with the Doctor. She's not handling it well.Anniversary Blues in Short Stories More Like This
"She's in there," the sweating man waved at the bar. "She's crazy! Unfortunately, she's also a good shot."
"What set her off?"
"Hell if I know," the little man rubbed his bald pate. "She came in looking like she wanted to drown her sorrows, and next thing I know she's shooting shit out of my bar!"
The tall man patted him on the shoulder, "I'll see what I can do."
He walked into a smoking rubble of a bar. Tables were turned over, drinks spilled, bottles shattered, glass crunched under foot.
He found her sitting in the corner, back to the wall, a whining gun in one hand, and a half-empty bottle of Tequila in the other. From the evidence on the table it wasn't the first.
"River," he muttered calmingly.
She looked wired, her eyes electric, as dangerous as someone with nothing to lose. She shot at him. The bolt sizzled over his shoulder, close enough that he felt the heat of i
She's My Anchor and My Sail(Doctor/River)She's My Anchor and My Sail in Sci-Fi More Like This
She's my anchor and my sail.
He didn't react to women like this. It was a Time Lord thing. They didn't let you out in the universe without certain precautions, and frankly, there were always so many other interesting things to think about.
But River was different.
There was an understatement. It wasn't that she was conceived in the Vortex. Although that was part of it, she had the same energy running through her as ran through him. The same connection to the Tardis. The same timey-wimey nature.
And that was grand. But it wasn't what was important. Loads of Time Ladies had had that, and he hadn't reacted to them like he did to River.
It wasn't sexual. Okay, it was but it wasn't but it was but it wasn't. This was River after all. He may be a Time Lord, but he was still male. He hoped River never met Jack, the poor man would die of an overload. Or start walking around wearing a short Greek skirt waving palm fronds at her. She'd love that.
Even that's not why he reacted to h
Put Up a BalloonRoommates need signals to show when they want privacy, but sometimes signals get crossed...Put Up a Balloon in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor dashed into the console room, and found Amy and Rory kissing in one of the console chairs.The Doctor eeped, and turned around, then turned around again, forming a complete circle.
He really needed to install the helmic rectifier he’d been building in the workshop. Without it the navigational array couldn’t compensate for navigational hazards. They could fly right through a star by accident.
But Amy was ensconced in Rory’s lap, her hands woven in his hair, his hand up the back of her shirt. They were right in front of the sensor station. He wibbled, then firmed his resolve and gallumped down the stairs.
He cleared his throat. “Uhm... guys?”
They ignored him. Well, Rory may have started to respond, but Amy renewed her kissing, gripping his hair, and he fell back under her spell.
The Doctor shifted from foot to foot, he considered just working around
Never Boring - (River/Doctor)Even the most hectic life has its quiet moments...Never Boring - (River/Doctor) in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was quiet.
It was just the two of them. There was no one around. Just them, a grassy hillside, a checkered blanket, a beautiful sunrise, soft morning air, and birdsong.
River lay back on the blanket and sighed, the morning sunlight washing over her.
The Doctor turned his head to look at her, and smiled. Her eyes were closed, her athletic body relaxed, the sun glinted golden in her curls. She looked perfectly satisfied.
"Better than Stormcage?" he asked.
She smiled and turned to look at him. His hair was mussed and sticking out all over - ruffling in the gentle breeze. Her eyes drifted down over his long form, his legs crossed at the ankle, hands threaded comfortably on his stomach.
"Mmm..." she hummed her agreement, eyes sliding back up, simply enjoying looking at him.
He smiled and turned on his side, propping himself up on one arm. He plucked a pie
Putting on the RitzRiver Song is wearing a tux...Putting on the Ritz in Sci-Fi More Like This
“I’m ready when you are, Sweetie!” River called from the top of the stairs, she was pulling on a pair of white gloves.
The Doctor looked up and almost swallowed his tongue. River was wearing a tux.
His ears got hot, his eyes felt like they were bugging out, and he was getting cold chills.
She was wearing his top hat, the one from Amy and Rory’s wedding. He loved that hat, it wasn’t a regular stovepipe hat but was slightly short and flared out a bit at the top, it had character.
It looked fantastic perched on River’s curls.
His eyes involuntarily slid lower. She grinned and twirled for him, the tails flaired out, giving a whole new definition of “tails.”
No tux was ever meant to hold that many curves. She definitely filled it out better than he did.
“Uh!” His tongue seemed to have stopped working.
She bounced down the stairs, eyes bright, his white scarf flipping flirtily over her chest.
Snog Him!"Go ahead. Snog him. You know you want to," Amy urged.Snog Him! in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Mother dear," River said, "I do not snog on command."
"Oh, come on!" Amy said bumping her shoulder with a grin. "When you were Mels..."
"When I was Mels," River said with dignity, "we were both adolescents. I've matured since then." River gave her a repressive look over her shoulder, high on her high horse. Amy just grinned.
They'd just come off an adventure. Another world saved. Another alien invasion thwarted. Another planet of green swampy people free to live their lives in peace.
They were all back in the Tardis, and all still covered in drying swamp mud. The Doctor was grinning and gesticulating, looking totally adorable as he explained to Rory how he'd assembled the complicated technological doo-dad that he'd put together at the last minute to make the invaders' oxygen tanks fritz out.
Rory's eyes were glazing over, as usual.
"So," Amy said, crossing her arms and tipping her head at her daughter. "Since you're too mature to
Grow Old With Me "Never let him see the damage. Never let him see you age..."Grow Old With Me in Sci-Fi More Like This
River was in her bath robe. The Doctor squinted at her, no, she was in Amy's bath robe. He felt his hearts squeeze, but also a wry smile lift his mouth. River would never own anything as dowdy as a threadbare fluffy pink bathrobe.
She was wearing her mother's robe. The Doctor's throat closed up. She was coming out of the bathroom, halfway down the hallway. Her hair had that extra bounciness it got just after she'd washed it, when it wasn't quite dry yet. And she was moving like an old woman, as if her very bones hurt.
He ran down the hall and scooped her up in a huge hug. She squeaked in surprise. His hearts were suddenly hurting, but not for the Ponds. For River. How could she think he'd care how old she got? Why would she think she needed to hide any injury or imperfection from him.
Didn't she understand how much he loved her?
"River." He hid his face in her curls, cool against his cheeks. He squeezed her as tightly