Thank you! I personally think they’re quite crap compared to proper fanfic writers. If only there was a way to get the stories & images out of my head properly. Damn you brain!
Untitled
There was a fizzling sound, then a taste of metal in the air. He turned around from the console grinning from ear to ear, instantly knowing what & who it was. He wasn’t expecting what he saw. Her head was hung low. The hair he loved so much was matted, greasy & dirty. The clothes she was wearing were soaked in what smelled like rain, soil & blood. His first reaction was to call out to her in panic; he then rushed to her, questioning where she was hurt & what had happened. She flinched when he held her worriedly by her shoulders & backed away from him. This also took him by surprise. In a voice he could barely hear she said she was fine, not to worry, the blood wasn’t hers. He took a step towards her, she took a step back. He had never seen her look so..so small. Like a cowering little animal. The hurt & concern evidently showed on his face as she apologised to him. He told her she had nothing to apologise for. She replied that he knew nothing, and that’s the way it was going to stay, for both their sakes. He agreed not to ask any more questions, she was obviously in shock of some kind. He just held out his hand & asked her to let him look after her, just this once. She didn’t respond but let him lead her. He wanted to ask when this was for her, but the look in her eyes told him it was very early. As for him, he was old. He was very old. And in all the centuries that he had spent with her, he had never seen her like this. He opened a door to a private bathroom & led her in. There was just a large, deep bath tub with a vase of roses on it & a toilet. He sat her on the lid & ran the water for her, adding the bubble bath & soaps that he knew she liked… will like, to make her feel better. Once filled, he glanced back over at her. She was hugging her knees silently. In that moment he stopped seeing her as his wife, the strong, tough, magnificent River Song & saw her as the child that was stolen from Amy & Rory. His hearts were breaking for her. Whatever she had done she obviously had no choice in & she was trying to cope with it the best she could. She was keeping silent, not crying & containing it within herself. Damn that Kovarian! He thought, that’s what she taught her, wasn’t it? He knelt down in front of her, resting his hands on hers, they were shaking, & asked if she’d let him help her. She gave him a hesitant nod. It wasn’t the first time he undressed his wife, but this time was different, so he moved slowly & carefully, removing each tatty piece of clothing until she was sat there naked & with her arms hugging around herself. He lifted her up into his arms & lowered her into the soothing, hot bath full of bubbles. Still she said nothing. She hardly moved. He decided that he should take it upon himself to care for her as she didn’t seem to want to. So he sat on the edge & helped. He washed her hair the best he could, hoping it would feel soothing to her. After a while it seemed to be working. She sank down into the water, her muscles relaxing a little & she began to wash.
The very first time they made love he carried her over the bedroom threshold & onto his bed. This was different. He’d wrapped her in a big fluffy white towel as he helped her out of the bath & carried her tenderly down the corridor. Her arms were holding onto him & were tight around his shoulders, her head was against his neck & her hair was trailing down his back. His arms were gripping her around the small of her back. They were supporting her, enveloping her, loving her. He knew she was feeling a little more like herself when she unexpectedly told him that if he put his back out, he had no one to blame but himself & that he was a silly old man. He sighed, he was relieved to be nagged by her. As they entered their bedroom, he laid her down on the crisp white sheets she smiled up at him. Again he sighed, more relieved than before & returned the grin. Brushing her cheek with the back of his knuckles he then tucked her wild curls behind her ear before lying down next to her, fully clothed & drew her to his side. He embraced her & she returned it, nuzzling into his chest to stifle & hide tears she could no longer contain. He didn’t tell her everything would be ok. That would be a lie. He comforted her, rocked her, asked her nothing (she would eventually tell him the horrendous ordeal she had been forced into & the things she was made to do, but not today) & that was the end of it.
The next morning it was like nothing had happened. River was the woman she had everyone believe she was, the frightened child was tucked back inside her & all appeared well.
She was as good a liar as he was any day, he thought.
Good Night for a walk
It had been a long & stressful day for them both, so he didn’t think twice about River staying in The TARDIS for the night. There had been a pained look on her face when he showed her to one of the guest rooms. Just a flicker, but for once he noticed. He had hurt her again & he never wanted that.
What was he meant to do? He thought as dressed in his pyjama bottoms he got into his own bed. They had been flirting with each other a lot more recently, and whenever she got up close to him there was this tingling electricity that made him want to grab hold of her &… well. A spark like that with very little encouragement would not just be a flame, but a raging engulfing fire. He wasn’t sure he was quite ready for that yet, although if he was to be honest with himself, here in the darkness of his room, he wanted to be.
He was half asleep when he felt the bed dip, and his eyes were still shut when another got into the bed with him. He silently panicked & cautiously reached out for his sonic, which was on his bedside cabinet, to fend off whatever this thing was. Was it a succubus? A creature after his flesh he thought? Turns out he wasn’t that wrong.
The warm body sidled up to him & then he smelt the sweet fragrance of River’s hair. He said her name in surprise, but he got no reply from her. She was making herself very comfortable against him. Her head & those soft tempting curls of hers were in the crook of his neck & her left hand was smoothing up & down his chest sensuously. It was all he could do to keep concentration. He tried again, only a little louder, asking what she was doing in his bed. Still there was no reply. God, she felt good. Damn you body, he chastised himself, as she pressed herself to his side.
She moved her head & then he could see her eyes. Well, to be precise he could see her closed eyes. She was asleep. He stated this aloud, but it had no impact on her, as he now knew it wouldn’t. She was sleepwalking. More to the point, she was sleep… well… sleep…. Sleep trying to take advantage of him.
He thought a good idea would be to try & gently push her up. It worked. Her arms moved away from him…. & lifted her nightdress up over her head, then flung it to the floor.
For one brief moment just before she lay back down with him, he caught a quick glimpse of her. She was naked & stunning. If she’d stayed hovering above him for any longer, the urge within him to reach up to cup & squeeeze those flump, firm, heavenly breasts in his hands would’ve been too much.
She was back pressing herself to him, but now he could feel her. Actually feel her. And Rassilon help him, she was driving him crazy with those frankly perfect breasts squashed to his chest & her…. He blushed in the dark…hot, wet, intimate area rubbing against his hip.
The primal urges within him were telling him to give her what she so desperately needed, while his brain..damn it… was telling him it was wrong, she didn’t know what she was doing., she just needed to be with him. Best thing would be to stay still he thought, not encourage her. Maybe she’d settle.
His hand of its own accord slid up her back & into her hair. Oh it was such magnificent hair. This would sooth her. Yes, he thought.
The moan that escaped her mouth nearly made him come undone. He froze. He couldn’t hide it any longer. She had him so aroused he could hardly see straight. He sighed her name in her ear & asked her what she needed from him. In a voice so feint she told him. It was the most erotic thing he had ever heard in all his lives & he wished so hard that she was awake so he could give it all to her, without betraying her.
He pulled their bodies chastely together & whispered how he was loving her more & more with every passing day, just how much she meant to him & how he needed her too. He quietly begged her to wake up, over & over. Not that he really wanted a way out of their current state… damn it brain, he thought.
He felt a strange sensation near his jaw. It was sort of a fluttering. Oh, it was her eyelashes & she was kissing his neck. He asked her if she was awake, she nodded & then apologised. She said she fell asleep wishing to be in his arms & aching for him to want her. That she’d obviously sleepwalked in with him as it was something she did. Sleepwalking when emotional, she added. She didn’t need to explain, he lifted her chin & kissed her slowly & longingly until both of them had to break for air.
While you were asleep you told me the things you needed from me, let me give them to you, he pleaded.
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TARDIS was glad River stayed that night, it gave her three whole days to tidy & clean up all of The Doctor’s messes while River kept him busy in their room.
The Decent Thing…
He receives her cry for help on his psychic paper & it is a cry, so he rushes the TARDIS to her location & opens the doors. He finds her a few streets away. She’s standing in the pouring rain, soaked to her skin, her arms hugging her body tightly & she’s visibly shaking. He looks at her for a second before stating the obvious that she must be cold & says to come here you daft woman & pulls her into a hug. He rubs her back to warm her & holds her tighter, telling her to slip her arms under his big coat & he’ll warm her up. He exclaims that she’s not cold, she’s freezing. He tells her the TARDIS is nearby & they should get inside. As he leads her through the doors, her legs give way. He catches her just in time & starts to lift her up, declaring worriedly how silly she was to be out there & that she could have pneumonia. She tells him to please be careful with her. He asks why. She reluctantly tells him she’s pregnant. He appears in shock for a moment, but then lifts her up, a little more carefully & carries her to his bedroom. He ignores her protests that she’s fine & that she’s more than capable & helps her out of her drenched clothes until she sat shivering on his bed in just her underwear. She’s showing, but not by much. He stares & places his hand on it, then looks her in the eye before asking if it’s his. She nods & says that he can have this little spoiler. She asks him if he’s alright, his face starts with a small smile until he is positively beaming. He doesn’t answer her, but instead flaps that she…that they, need to warm up & he doesn’t have anything suitable. He pulls out a pair of his pyjamas, socks, a dressing gown, woolly hat & slippers from a draw before helping her into them. She laughs & lets him, saying when he finishes that she doesn’t look very sexy. He replies that’s rubbish River, before helping her into bed. He then seems to have an idea & rushes out of the room. She turns on her side & gets comfy, the feeling starting to return to her extremities. He rushes back in minutes later, himself dressed similarly to her, (so she didn’t feel silly by herself he tells her) but strangely keeping one hand behind his back & gets into bed, lying on his side to face her. An awkward moment passes; he then whips his hidden hand forward. He has a floppy small fluffy rabbit in it & boops her nose, head & neck with it. She asks who is it for, her or the baby. He grins & says both before handing it to her. He draws her close so she can snuggle in his arms before admitting that he didn’t expect to have her in his bed pregnant before they’d you know, done it & before doing the decent thing by her. She dismisses that he’s let it slip that it was still early for him, gives him a naughty look, bites her lower lip & shows him the gold band on the wedding finger of her left hand. He cries her name, then spoilers, but doesn’t care anymore. He just wraps her & his child in his arms tenderly & refuses to let her go for the rest of the night, despite being hit with the fluffy rabbit by River
Dear Diary…
He called at my door this evening. All dressed up, hair slicked back & looking devilishly handsome. He told me he was taking me out & tonight was to be the best of nights. He took us to some distant planet, to a magnificent ball in a palace that was so breathtaking, I could hardly speak. I slow danced with my Doctor in a room full of people, but there was no one there but him in my eyes. The universe could have faded away for all I cared & it wouldn’t have mattered. His gentle hands sent shivers through my body as he held me close against him lovingly. It was wonderful & to me it seemed like time was standing still for us. Afterwards, when he had walked arm in arm with me back to the TARDIS, he swept me up off my feet & he carried me to our bedroom. It was so romantic & so beautiful. I’ve always loved his old fashioned gestures of tenderness, like I was his precious one & I was to be cherished. Everything was so perfect….
Right up until the moment in the heat of our passionate love-making he had to ask me ‘Am I doing everything right? Tell me what feels good for you. I want this night to be so very special River’.
That’s when I knew this was the first time for him, which meant it was probably the last time for me.
Part of me just died inside. I think my heart is crushed & will never ever regenerate.
(Original pic by Poignantperfume but edited by me)
River has to pay
M rated fanfic. Only read after the cut if you’re of age
Running through dark & cobbled back streets, she hid from the police. This town had many nooks & little alleyways that were a real help when you’d just been discovered leaning over the dead body of a young woman, her throat cut & the knife in your hands. Somehow in the rush to get away, her vortex manipulator took a knock & was refusing to co-operate.
She stood with her back flat against a wall, hiding in the shadows, wondering what to do now. It was London, 1888 & she was wearing clothing that would make someone from the 21st century blush. She needed to get changed & find somewhere safe to repair the vortex manipulator without drawing any more attention to herself. She was on her own, she wouldn’t be able to contact Torchwood, although Jack would be pleased to see her, just not with what she had stolen. There was only one choice. Vastra & Jenny.
Two Love
The following is Doctor/River Doctor Who fanfic. It is sexually explicit so dont click if underage
The Doctor was at the TARDIS console when he suddenly had the urge to take his psychic paper out of his pocket. When he did, he found a note in familiar handwriting.
Hello sweetie. Meet me at my house yesterday. Don’t be late, Don’t wear the tweed, don’t expect to leave for at least 24 hours & bring plenty of condoms as we’ve run out. Please ring the bell twice. x x love River
(Doctor on a booty call, feeling all sexy & waiting for River to open her door.)
REPORTER: And here at the Archaeology Annual Ball we see Professor River Song & her handsome guest /friend/ partner/ husband, recently returned from The Library planet. There was some concern for her well-being, as she didn’t return with her original party, or the two mysterious strangers they found there. Reports suggested she had been killed in the freak accident that took the lives of some of her colleagues. This has yet to be fully explained by Mr. Lux.
The Library is still off limits & under strict quarantine.
Interviewer: So, have the actions of yours and Alex’s onscreen relationship as The Doctor and River Song, had any bearing on your real life one in any way?
Matt: Um.. well. We sort of..
Alex: Isnt he adorable?
(She places her left hand on his cheek, turns his face to hers and kisses him fully on the lips. Matt kisses her back and pulls her closer before tipping her, then pulling her back up again. Both laughing)
Alex: The wedding has already been set
NOTE: THIS IS FICTION
The Three Doctors
The Doctor had been far too busy with something of greater importance than clearing out unneeded things from TARDIS data banks, so River decided one boring Sunday to do the job herself. It wasn’t a big job. TARDIS did most of the work herself, she just had to review what she found before deletion.
It was something in the last batch of files that caught her eye. A hologram. Well, of sorts. From what she could tell it had independent thought, personality & full physical form able to exist freely throughout TARDIS. The file didn’t have a name, just listed as R1. River was never one for passing up a mystery, so she activated it to appear in the control room.
What she saw surprised her. Which was not something that happened very often.
It was her.
She (the HoloRiver as she named her) was an exact copy of how she herself looked currently. The only difference was the clothing. HoloRiver was wearing a Greek style white dress, with one strap over her shoulder.
“Oh my god, you’re me. What on Earth did he make you for?” she queried, confused.
“Oh, the silly old fool misses us when we’re not here.. When you’re not here, should I say” HoloRiver answered smiling, making RealRiver jump. It was a rhetorical question. She wasn’t expecting interaction.
“Is that right? Does he really?” she said with a note of suspicion in her voice. “Tell me; just how much does he miss me with you?”
HoloRiver placed her hand on RealRiver’s arm & smiled “You know what he’s like when he gets…”
RealRiver finished her sentence “Horny?”
“I was going to say lonely, but yes, that too. He loves you a lot” HoloRiver reassured her.
River walked around her & looked her hologram up & down. “He does you too by the sounds of it. Bloody man! Does he tell you he loves you too? Hold you in his arms? Kiss you & caress you? Or does he just use you like a rubber doll?!
How could he do this? She thought. This was… well, she didn’t know what this was.
“I’m a hologram of you. It’s you he wants. You he misses. I’m just a computer generated copy. I know he is trying to create something using my matrix, he keeps altering the code.”
“Why couldn’t he just have a wank .like any other man?” RealRiver said exasperated & sat down hard on the jump seat.
“Are you angry at me?” her hologram asked, stepping closer to her & holding her hand. River sighed. “No, I’m just annoyed at him for not discussing his needs with me. I’ll get over it. It’s just…odd. Not your fault at all.
“Do you want to delete me? I’d completely understand if you did” HoloRiver asked as she sat on the seat next to River.
She lifted her hand to touch her holograms hair & face softly. “It’s like looking in the mirror. I wouldn’t hurt you.” She squoze her hand & smiled. “He however, needs to be taught a lesson on greed & excess. What would you say to a little tag team action?” she asked, her face a picture of revenge ……..
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He was getting ready for bed. It had been a long day. Thankfully River had made herself useful & dealt with the memory purge, while he sorted out the bigger issue of TARDIS no longer being able to produce fezzes. Which as it turned out wasn’t an engineering problem, but a River one. Whatever she was doing right now, he was getting in. He did so & turned out the light.
Not long after, the door opened & she walked in. She was already in her little black negligee he loved so much. She walked slowly towards the left side of the bed. The door opened again. Another River in the same attire walked in & headed to the right side of the bed. “Hello sweetie” they both said in unison.
He sat bolt upright in bed & panicked. “Impossible! Two of you? No no no no. There must be a time dilation distortion field in here or something.” He jumped up, scrambled down the bed to get his sonic screwdriver, before standing at the bottom & turning back to look at them. They had both got into his bed & were being unbearably sexy.
“Aww, don’t you want us?” one said, making little circles on her breast with her finger. “Isn’t it all men’s fantasy to have twins?”
He couldn’t move. His legs wouldn’t obey him.
“Or don’t you think you can satisfy both of us at the same time my love?” The other River asked, licking her finger & sliding her hand down her stomach under the covers.
“Stop it, stop it now. Something serious has occurred here” He whimpered.
“You know, there are positions where you could ‘have us’ at the same time you know. Come on now, you know you want to” one said.
He still couldn’t move. Why wouldn’t his legs work? Other parts were working well enough. Too well, he thought as he tried to hide it.
“This has gone far enough River…Rivers. I don’t know what’s happened here but I don’t think it’s a good idea I get.. involved with either of you until it’s been established”. He nodded, trying to convince himself.
“Now that is a shame” said one, turning on her side to face herself. “Whatever shall we do now?” she asked as she stroked a finger down the others cleavage. “Oh, I think we can find something” she replied as she slid her hand up the thigh & onto the hip of her double, rubbing it.
RIVER!!! That’s…. I don’t even have a name for that! That’s…. selfcest. That’s what it is! Stop it at once!
“Awwwwwwwwww” both whined as they turned their attentions from each other to him. “But we we’re all alone & horny” RealRiver said. “What else can we do?….. Make a hologram?
Realisation finally struck him.
“I’ve been had, haven’t I? You found your hologram when you cleared TARDIS’s memory” He face palmed, somewhat relieved.
“Yes. And if you don’t get back into this bed this instant & have sex with us both, I won’t let you keep her.”
How was he to refuse?
Another Fine Mess… River
Much as he loved her, River wasn’t the easiest person to live with. Untidy wasn’t the word. Downright messy was more like it. It drove him crazy. Every morning the bathroom looked like a whole parlour of beauticians had descended upon it, leaving it a deserted warzone littered with the dead (empty bottles, tubes, aerosols & powder) everywhere.
It seemed only he knew where the marigolds, cleaning solutions were kept & where everything was meant to go. He sighed, fetched them out from the cupboard & cleared everything away before finally having his morning shower & shave.
He hated to think what state her bedroom was in. He didn’t dare look. He’d probably have a fit, have hearts attack, die, regenerate & then be stuck in there for days sorting it all out into neat piles, (arranged by colour & item) then putting it all away into set drawers. Not that she would appreciate it. Oh no. She’d likely stand there with her hands on her hips when finding him, give him a lecture about privacy & freedom. Oh & a slap… then would withhold ‘services’ until he promised not to do it again. The woman was evil for making him beg… although it was quite nice… on occasion.
She got to the kitchen before him again. He wasn’t anywhere near it yet, but he could smell the burning. He ran down the corridor towards it, hoping somehow he wasn’t too late. Maybe this time he could save them.
No such luck. She’d swooped in, cremated the toast, boiled the eggs till the pan was dry & they were all shrivelled up. His poor bacon was charred to a crisp & the whole place was filled with smoke.
It was a massacre. She was nowhere to be seen.
His shoulders fell & his face dropped as he started cleaning up of the carnage before restarting their breakfast again.
He was just putting everything out onto the table when she swanned in, head down, reading Archaeology monthly & sat down oblivious to all his hard work. He slammed her plate down in front of her, scowling & wiping his hands down his ‘Best little cook’ apron.
She glanced up from her magazine. “What’s wrong with you this morning? Time of the month is it?” she said with a raised eyebrow & mischievous glint in her eye.
“Time of the month? Time of the month?!!” he exclaimed, waving his spatula at her. I’ll have you know it’s a daily chore picking up & cleaning after you madam! This place is a tip! A tip I tell you! It wouldn’t hurt you just once in a while to put a pinny on & do a bit of polishing around here!”
She didn’t instantly reply. She just sat there, smiling for a few moments. Then asked calmly “Before or after breakfast sweetie?”
He was taken aback “Er.. after I suppose.” He sat opposite her slightly in shock & they ate in silence.
After finishing her food & the last drops of her coffee, she picked up her things & placed them in the sink. This was unusual for a start he thought, drumming his fingers on the table nervously. What was she up to? She MUST be up to something. That much is certain. She turned back to face him with an innocent expression he instantly distrusted & said “I’ll just go change into something more appropriate shall I? Can’t go ruining good clothes with nasty oil now can I?
He hmmed suspiciously as she walked out of the kitchen & off to her room. He didn’t know what she was planning; just that he was in trouble. Husbands have a sense about these things. Perhaps it was best he ran now?… No, better to be brave & face her sooner rather than later he thought, resigning himself to his unknown fate.
Unfortunately, he was in the middle of drinking his tea when she returned. When he saw what she was wearing he spat it out, spraying it all over the table.
She wore (if it could be called that) a maids outfit. It was black with frills underneath, puff sleeves, a tiny white apron attached & it was ridiculously low cut. She was almost spilling out of it. The length (again not really applicable) was mid thigh & he could tell she was wearing suspenders with the fishnet stockings. She was also holding a feather duster.
“W..what kind of cleaning do you intend doing dressed in that!?” he asked, his voice cracking into a whimper.
“Oh” she said in a sing song kind of way as she slinked over to him, sitting sideways on his lap, brushing the feather duster against his nose. “A rub here, a brush there for starters.” Her free hand had slipped down into his pants & was doing a different kind of polishing.
As punishments went he had suffered worse he thought as she brought her hand back up, undid his trousers & straddled him before taking him inside her with one smooth push.
Much worse.
No River
She stood in the open doorway to his bedroom, her hair wild & loose, seemingly in nothing but a short, silk, pink robe as he opened his eyes & rubbed them awake.
“No River.” He said, ducking under his covers.
She opened the frosted glass door to his shower cubicle wearing just a fluffy white towel wrapped around her, barely covering… areas
“No River.” He said, turning his back to her quickly.
She sat at the breakfast table with him, Amy & Rory. She was eating a banana. Well, sucking on it provocatively.
“No River.” He whispered, blushing brightly.
He was working at the level under the glass floor when she stepped onto it in a short skirt & no knickers.
“No River.” He shouted up, dropping his hyperspanner with a clatter.
He came back up to the console. She was leaning seductively against it, her hand sliding up & down one of the knobbly shaped levers.
“No River.” He gasped as he dashed around & past her to hide.
He found a secluded corner in the library. He was sitting on the floor cross-legged reading Peter Pan. She stood over him & dropped an illustrated copy of the ‘Karma Sutra’ at his feet. It opened at a page that when he saw it, he made a sound like a nervous hamster.
“No River.” He squeaked, covering his face with his book.
He went for a swim in the Olympic sized pool. He came up for air having just done one of his best dive-bombs ever to find her swimming over towards him. She didn’t seem to have any costume straps…or costume
“No River.” He spluttered, splashing away from her & climbing out carrying his inflatable banana.
He went into the wardrobe to look for more bow ties & recheck for more fezzes. He pulled open a rack of clothes to find her wearing both, a pleading look & in her underwear.
“No River, he sighed as he took the fez from her head, put it on his own & walked off.
He didn’t see her for the rest of the day. It was night & he was getting worried. He just wanted to have a day to himself. Was that too much to ask? He checked the monitor on the console. TARDIS gave him a shock. He swore in Gallifreyan before seeing she had displayed the relative date. Damn it! He thought, feeling tremendously guilty. He quietly walked into her bedroom. She was curled up in a tight ball. A simple sheet was covering her beautiful form. She was crying into her pillow.
“I’m sorry for forgetting today was our anniversary my love. Yes River.”
Bullet For My Valentine
Humans were strange. He tried to take note of their traditions, holidays & general festivities. But when there’s so many of them, who could keep up? He had a feeling today was one of them.
There had been scurrying around first thing this morning. Mainly by Rory. He seemed to be in a bit of a flap. Hm.. Pond is no doubt keeping him on his toes.Ha! Although, he thought.. He did look rather like he was planning something fun.
He saw River at breakfast too. She had been acting odd as well. Kept winking at him & playing footsie under the table. She always looked lovely first thing… well, not FIRST thing, but when he saw her first. He was getting to like their flirting, so he winked back.
That had been hours ago.
He had his head down as he continued with the job at hand, when River, (for some unknown reason, dressed in a figure hugging little black dress that was showing off her curves, wearing impossibly high black heels, hair all ringlet curls with her face beautifully made up) walked into the kitchen with an excited smile.
It soon dropped & changed when she saw him to what The Doctor though was a look of disgust.
“What is wrong with you!? You really have no idea at all do you?!” she exclaimed, seeing him covered head to toe in oil, his clothes & hair a total mess.
He frowned at her “This is my Kitchen River. If I want to disassemble machinery in here I can.”
“But.. its…” She looked at her watch. “It’s late, I thought…..” She shot him a look that could kill better than her blaster, growled, spun on the spot & stormed off with a cry of “Hateful man!”
He just sat there, totally confused. What has he missed? He scratched his head as Rory, wearing a bath robe, with every inch of exposed skin covered in red lipstick kisses came in & opened the fridge. He saw The Doctor giving him a quizical look & explained.
“Champagne on ice. I nearly forgot. What’s wrong Doctor?” He saw him screwing his face up in puzzlement.
“It must be Amy’s birthday or some such celebration. Right?” He said, pointing at the kiss marks & to the bottle that Rory was retrieving.
“Er.. No Doctor. Didn’t you see the red card I gave Amy at breakfast? Or the heart shaped balloons?”
He though back “Yeeeees. I did. Just never saw the significance. Special day?”
“You could say that. It’s Valentines”
“Valentines what?” asked The Doctor scrunching up his brow. A second later his face showed his brain catching up with his mouth. “Ohhh. I see. That’s good. Very good. Yes. Have fun with that.”
Rory stopped on the spot & stared open mouthed at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve not got River anything. Are you mad?” He sat down at the table opposite The Doctor & put the bottle on it.
“River & I aren’t.. well, you know. Not yet anyway. Not appropriate to give her a gift.”
Rory looked even more shocked. If that was at all possible. “Valentine’s day is about telling & showing someone you care as much as anything else.” He shook his head at the 908 year old Time Lord sat in front of him.
“That’s as may be, but with River & I… well, it’s complicated” he said, waving his hands about in swirly patterns to indicate timeywimey.
Rory’s expression was changing. He was starting to look cross The Doctor thought, so he stopped with the hand gestures.
“Answer me truthfully. Do you have feelings for her?”
Quietly after a moment of thought he replied “yes”
“You flirt with her. Do you enjoy it?”
“Yes” he grinned
“Do you find her attractive?”
“Oh yes. And dangerous, and impossible, and crazy, and sexy, and reckless”
“Do you like all that?”
“Very much yes” he beamed.
“Then for heaven’s sake man, at least give her a card saying something like, I don’t know ‘I like spending time with you’ with a jokey time related picture on. Even kids do that. Show her some affection today at least, of all days.”
The Doctor wasn’t looking at Rory. He was fiddling with a valve. “I wouldn’t even know what to get her. Women can be very touchy about… personal things.”
“You’re hopeless aren’t you?” Rory said, getting up & walking over to one of TARDIS’s dispensers. She had already produced the desired item before he got to it. He picked it up. It was a cylindrical object with a lid on one end. He handed it to The Doctor. “Go find her, pretend you’d not forgotten & give her this if you want to not wake up regenerated, having died from a shot of her sonic blaster.” Rory picked up his bottle & left shaking his head & sighing as he returned to Amy.
He got the card. Lacking the experience of what to pick, he got her exactly as Rory described. He must know something, after all he managed to marry Amy. Now to find River. Where would she go to brood? No, Not brood. River doesn’t brood. Plan her deadly revenge. Yes, that’s more her style.
The library! he thought, then made his way down there. Card in one hand, curious cylinder in the other.
She was standing running her finger along spines of books in a part of the temporal engineering section when he found her. He didn’t want to startle her so he coughed quietly from behind & held out his gifts.
She turned sharply, ready for the argument that she had been going through in her mind all day. Then she saw him with a soppy great grin on his face & presents in his hands. He had remembered. Her face lit up & she wrapped her arms around his middle, hugging him. He held his in the air, not sure what to do with them as his hands we already full.
She let him go & stepped back. She looked happy. He liked to see her happy.
“Oh sweetie, I thought you’d forgotten when I saw you messing about with that silly pile of rubbish earlier” she said, peering up, trying to get a better look at the present & card he had for her. His arms were still held aloft.
He was about to cry out ‘Rubbish!!?” but thankfully thought better of it & said instead “River, I’m a Time Lord. We’re good at dates.“
She raised an eyebrow & placed her hands on her hips, smirking slightly “Really? When was our first?”
His arms dropped & for a moment he froze. She laughed, snatched the card from his fingers & opening it eagerly.
She giggled when she read it. He though it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard.
“Silly old fool” she chuckled turning back to him. Her eyes were on the present. “Is that for me too?” she asked coyly.
Totally lost, he was staring at her. The light from the fire in the hearth had captured the gold & auburns mixed in with the blonde of her hair. Her skin was glowing & her lips seemed redder that usual, as for the curves of her body in that dress…. “Sorry? What was that? Oh /this/ ?!” He handed it to her. “Yes, for you. Er.. I hope you like it” he said nervously, not having any idea what it could be.
She carefully pulled the end off the tube & gently slid out the item. It was a single red rose. It had a small card attached to it. It said ‘sweetie’.
He scratched his face nervously & tiptoed from one foot to the other because she wasn’t smiling anymore. She looked like she was about to cry.
“River?” he questioned with a tone of panic. “Don’t you like it? Would you prefer something else? Something practical? I could oil up your guns if you want?”
She slid the rose delicately back in its tube, put the end back on & placed it with her card on one of the reading tables before taking his face in her hands & kissing him.
It wasn’t a battle of wills (or tongues) it was soft, gentle, tender, loving, needful & it was making him tingle all over. His hands had automatically drawn her to him without him even thinking about it. They seemed to remember what to do now even if his brain was slow in catching up. He was certainly kissing her back this time. Her body felt wonderful. His hands had begun an expedition. They were leaving nowhere unmapped. She was moaning into the kiss. Rassilon this was incredible, he thought as he lifted her up.
She held on around his neck with one hand, but after a while started slapping his shoulder with the other. He reluctantly parted his lips from hers. She was breathless.
“Thank god! She gasped, her curls falling onto his face as she took in a few gulps of air. Some of us don’t have a respiratory bypass you know!”
His face showed genuine concern & he put her back down, brushing the hair from her face “I’m sorry River, I get carried away sometimes.”
She smiled, she was getting her breath back almost fully now. “Give me a sec & you can carry me away with you too.”
“What for?” He asked, his brain still not quite in gear. She leaned forward & whispered in his ear “So you can unwrap your present, silly.”
“What present?” He still wasn’t with it.
“Me.” She replied seductively, bringing his hand up to her breast before starting to kiss his neck & jaw.
Something exploded inside him. Any previous schoolboy reluctance vanished instantly. He scooped her up, practically giving her a fireman’s lift & carried her off to his bed.
The Doctor Needs A Doctor
Today was their anniversary, but only he knew. It wasn’t something to be celebrated either. Today it was 3 years exactly since River Song died to save him & over 4000 others. From his point of view & in a linear sense any way. And because their lives were as they were, she was here, right now, alive & large as life. She had been for the last few days. Practically ran straight into him in an alien market. Technically right now he was giving her a lift.
To the outside world he usually acted quite brash towards her. Shooing her, getting cross when she teased him or did something better than him. He would never admit this, even to her. This of cause was a front. If he let his guard down, let her close to him, he might just break. In his mind /she’s/ already dead & he shouldn’t get any kind of pleasure from being around this younger version of her as it’s… an affront to her memory.
He knows this is silly. The last couple of days he’s been acting very different. He’s quiet, doesn’t argue. When she gets close, brushes past him, absentmindedly touches his hand or arm, shows the smallest amount of affection towards him, it’s like a tiny perfect moment… then there’s grief, regret & longing. He relishes every one.
She knows there’s something wrong. She doesn’t need words from him to tell. It’s in his eyes. He can’t look into hers for more than a second without breaking contact. Guilt. She doesn’t ask, she knows better. She just keeps close to him, drops the teasing & waits until he’s ready.
Late that night, he finds himself walking down TARDIS’s dimly lit corridors in his boxers towards River’s room. He has no idea what to say to her. He can’t explain that the reason he keeps her at arm’s length is because he doesn’t want the pain of her go to her death in the library, to be worse than he knows it will be.
The TARDIS unlocks River’s door for him & he just stands inside the room, leaning his back against the door, watching her as she sleeps.
She doesn’t know what it is that wakes her, there’s no noise but for the soft hum of TARDIS. She isn’t frightened. Even though she can’t see his face, she knows it’s him. Sitting up slowly & holding the soft white sheet to her body, she says his name quietly. His real name.
It sends a shiver through him, reminding him again of her death. “I’m sorry River… I just needed to… I need” he trails off, dipping his head in sorrow & a little in shame. The next thing, he feels her hand on his cheek, stroking away his tears, not noticing that she’s got out of bed, clasping the sheet to her & walked over to him.
She’s that close he can feel the warmth coming from her.
“Shh.. It’s alright. Whatever it is. I think The Doctor needs a doctor”
At this he wraps his arms tightly around her, his hands sweeping over her hips & back. Holding onto her like she was leaving for the library here & now, not wanting her to go.
He’s crying again, into her neck.“I need you. I need to feel you alive, warm, vibrant & real. Today is the worst of days”. Her hand brushes his chest. His hearts are racing as he sobs. “Sweetie, you’re cold!”.
He opens his eyes & looks down her back. Apart from the sheet she has against her, she’s only wearing a dainty pair of white panties. Sniffling, he’s suddenly aware that she must be cold too.
Walking slowly backwards, taking him with her she softly says “Let me warm you up. Please?”
He lets her guide him, unsure of what he’s doing. She lies on the bed & spreads the sheet back over it as she does, holding up her arms for him to join her “Hold me?”
He doesn’t hesitate. He lifts the sheet slightly, so as not to expose her, slips under it & into her arms.
He wastes no time. His hands draw her warm, soft body to his. He cups her face & kisses her lips intensely, like the universe was ending again, leaving her gasping for air “I’m sorry for pushing you away River. I should cherish every second I have with you. I should hold you, touch you, kiss you, make love to you every chance that I get”.
He’s kissing her neck now, down her collar bone & over her firm breasts & nipples, gaining moans of delight from her. His hands are slow but everywhere. Gently caressing her, exploring her, savouring her.
She knows he needs her love, her arms & it doesn’t matter how much she wants him. She reluctantly stops him as his kisses trail down past her belly & graze the edging of her panties, saying again “Hold me?” & pleads with her eyes as he looks up her body at her face.
They wrap their arms & legs around each other, whispering words sorrow, need & desire. Promise protection & love. To forsake all others, to never hurt each other again & to be as one.
She gives him her heart, mind & soul. He gives her everything he is, was, will ever be.
Much later, they give their bodies to each other too
