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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 bed and looked up at her, shimmering in a golden gown, hair piled high on her head, pearl drops dangling enticingly from her ears.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he asked.
She gave him a coy look as she strapped a small, lethal laser pistol to her thigh. He tried to ignore the gun and concentrate on her thigh. Not a difficult prospect. He'd given up telling her to stop carrying guns. As she'd so succinctly put it during one such argument, "Those are my lives running through your veins, I have every right to protect them."
He hadn't been able to argue with that.
She leaned forward, lips a mere hair's breath from his, he could feel the soft puff of her breath on his lips, he tingled. "Is it working?"
His eyes widened, he blinked. He looked up into her dark, sparkling eyes. "But, we just..." he waved at the bed.
She grinned.
He cleared his throat. "I thought we were going out? That's why we got all dressed up." He waved down at his dress tux, all starchy white and evening black.
Her eyes flowed down over him. She hadn't leaned back. He was having the devil of a time to not bridge that small gap and kiss her.
Her eyes lifted back up to his, even darker now. "Well, you know, Sweetie," she reached up and leisurely pulled loose his bow tie.
"Sometimes the best part about dressing up, is taking it all off again..."
"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 bed and looked up at her, shimmering in a golden gown, hair piled high on her head, pearl drops dangling enticingly from her ears.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he asked.
She gave him a coy look as she strapped a small, lethal laser pistol to her thigh. He tried to ignore the gun and concentrate on her thigh. Not a difficult prospect. He'd given up telling her to stop carrying guns. As she'd so succinctly put it during one such argument, "Those are my lives running through your veins, I have every right to protect them."
He hadn't been able to argue with that.
She leaned forward, lips a mere hair's breath from his, he could feel the soft puff of her breath on his lips, he tingled. "Is it working?"
His eyes widened, he blinked. He looked up into her dark, sparkling eyes. "But, we just..." he waved at the bed.
She grinned.
He cleared his throat. "I thought we were going out? That's why we got all dressed up." He waved down at his dress tux, all starchy white and evening black.
Her eyes flowed down over him. She hadn't leaned back. He was having the devil of a time to not bridge that small gap and kiss her.
Her eyes lifted back up to his, even darker now. "Well, you know, Sweetie," she reached up and leisurely pulled loose his bow tie.
"Sometimes the best part about dressing up, is taking it all off again..."
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River Sleeps
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
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I Have Pictures of All Your Faces
Title: I Have Pictures of All Your Faces
Characters/Pairings: Eleven/River
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to Stephen Moffat, Russel T. Davies, and the BBC
Summary: "I'm on my third body," said River "Which one are you on?"
A/N: There might already be another fic with this title. If so, I'm sorry. I'm also sorry it's so short.
They were sitting in the TARDIS library in front of the fireplace giggling and drinking cocoa, when the conversation found its way to the subject of regeneration.
"So which one are you on?" asked River.
"I'm sorry?"
"Well, I'm on my third body. Which one are you on?"
It was still early in their re
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Doctor Who: Red
~Red~
Red had been the color of her nails the first time he let her fly the ship. Well, the first time she had flown the ship without him. Well, actually, the first time she handcuffed him to the railings and navigated the console of the TARDIS herself.
"Riiiiveeerrr!" He whined, struggling against the metal cuffs to no avail.
"Ah ah ah, Sweetie, don't pull to hard
you might hurt yourself." She continued her small dance around the console.
The Doctor slumped to the ground with a loud and impatient huff, his hands level with his head as they dangled from the railing. "What do you even have handcuffs for anyways
" he muttered b
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