The QuestionMore Like This
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The Doctor and River laid back on his green coat, just staring at the stars. Trenzelore had the typical baddie that the Doctor pulled the rug out from under, with River's help of course. Sighing, River turned on her side and kissed his cheek.
"Well, aside from a burnt arse, that went well," she said with a chuckle. "Don't suppose you have any cures for that up your sleeve?"
"What? Of course I do," the Doctor said. "What do you take me for?"
Rolling her eyes, she turned his head so they were nose to nose. "Heard the stories about this planet. Was the whole reason they kidnapped me in the first place."
Grinning, the Doctor winked. "Oh, you know what they say. Chinese Whispers. The meaning was probably lost in the cacophony of superstition."
"Do you love me?" River asked nonchalantly, tilting her head.
The Doctor's eyes went wide as he tried evading that question. Instead, his mouth moved of its own volition. "Yes." His teeth were visible when he cringed.