~The Doctor finds himself having a craving, a craving that he never thought he would never have again, something primal... of course, everyone but an extra terrestrial brain box would understand~
The double doors slammed shut and, with a short sharp click, they were locked. The Doctor was leaning against them, a look of terror streaked across his boyish face. He was dressed in his best tux, shiny shoes and (of course) the legendary bow tie of coolness, a black top hat was perched upon his head for added Doctorness. His skin was flushed and his breath was quick, rushed intakes of air, as if he had just sprinted a marathon.
Hesitantly, he pus
~The Doctor finds himself having a craving, a craving that he never thought he would never have again, something primal... of course, everyone but an extra terrestrial brain box would understand~
The double doors slammed shut and, with a short sharp click, they were locked. The Doctor was leaning against them, a look of terror streaked across his boyish face. He was dressed in his best tux, shiny shoes and (of course) the legendary bow tie of coolness, a black top hat was perched upon his head for added Doctorness. His skin was flushed and his breath was quick, rushed intakes of air, as if he had just sprinted a marathon.
Hesitantly, he pus
"Go ahead. Snog him. You know you want to," Amy urged.
"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
The Doctor watched as River smoothed the hose up her shapely calf, pulling it up her silky thigh and clipping it to her garter belt.
"Getting an eyeful, Sweetie?" she asked, not taking her attention from her task, a small smirk on her lips.
He jumped. He straightened up in the doorway and adjusted his black dress bow tie. "Sorry, I..."
"Oh, honey, I don't mind," she turned and gave him one of those sultry eyed looks, that "come hither" smile that seemed to bypass his brain and go straight to his legs.
He found himself walking into the bedroom, watching as she slipped on a pair of bright red stiletto heels.
He sat down on the edge of the
From the prompt: "You know how Eleven is always spitting out his wine, how about a story where River tries to find a wine that the Doctor likes and succeeds."
He took a sip, made a face, and spat it out.
He looked mournfully down into his glass. "Elderberry wine. I thought for sure I'd like elderberry!" he wailed, pulling a huge frowny face like a child denied cookies.
River laughed at him and handed him a baguette. "It's not the end of the world, Sweetie."
"But I used to love wine!" he whined. He tore a chunk off the loaf and chewed vengefully, using it to get the taste out of his mouth. He swallowed and waved the rest of the loaf at her
The Doctor relaxed on the king sized bed, in the VIP Suite of the Hotel Paragon, in the Chantel Region of the Corsa Cluster. River laid next to him, her head in his lap, and he gently ran his fingers through her soft curls. He smiled down at her, amazed at how such a strong, vivacious woman can seem so sweet and child-like while asleep.
It is times like these, in the quiet hours of the night, when he can watch her sleeping, and see Little Amelia in her. She is so much like her mother was. Strong, smart, witty, vibrant... and sad. She doesn't admit that. Never. But he knows she is. All her life she had set her heart on loving him, and all he
When a Prisoner isn't a Prisoner by Betawhofic, literature
Literature
When a Prisoner isn't a Prisoner
The Doctor takes his new companion to meet River Song. (Sequel to "When a Prison isn't a Prison.)
"Would you like to meet her?" the Doctor asked.
"Yes," his companion breathed out in awe. What kind of woman must his wife be to evoke such a response from the Doctor? A man who'd literally seen stars being born.
The Doctor flew around the console, once again his happy, twirly self. He typed in some coordinates and pulled the dematerialization lever. She felt the lurch of the Tardis as it spun off down the vortex.
He moved to another panel, one she hadn't seen him use before, he turned this and tweaked that and checked some readings, working
When a Prison isn't a Prison by Betawhofic, literature
Literature
When a Prison isn't a Prison
The Doctor's companion is incensed to learn that the Doctor has left his wife in prison. But, he explains, he and his wife aren't like other people, and what may seem a prison is nothing but an illusion.
"Why the hell is your wife in prison?!"
"Because she killed me," the Doctor explained. "Or, well, that's what we want the rest of the universe to think," he said as he fiddled with the sensor array, half not paying attention.
"That's not what I mean," his Companion said in a huff. "You're just letting you wife fester away in prison?" she said in disbelief, and distaste.
His head jerked up and he stared at her as if she'd just said the mos