Property Damage

12th Doctor/River Song

His wife irritated him like no other. But he rather liked being irritated.


She was wearing another sheepskin jacket and jodphurs. Gun strapped casually to her thigh.

His eyebrows bristled, nearly bursting into flame with irritation.

"I could have done it, you didn't have to set off a bomb!" he grated, biting off the words with sharp teeth.

She cupped his lean cheek with one soft, lethal hand. "You were taking too long, sweetie. By the time you rerouted the systems they would have gotten away with the train, the president, and all."

A muscle jerked in his jaw as he gritted his teeth. "That is no excuse for property damage!" he finished lamely. And hated that it was lame.

She brushed her thumb over his cheekbone and grinned at him, entirely unrepentant. "What's the fun without a little property damage? Besides, my way was more effective."

He growled. "Why do you have to be so reasonable about being unreasonable!" He glared at her.

She grinned and lightly kissed his lips. She turned and sauntered away. "I married you didn't I?"

That frazzled explosion of hair, those swinging hips, the adrenaline still sizzling through his veins. And, yes, her thoroughly unreasonable reasonableness.

His wife who blew up trains. He shouldn't like that. Kind of did a bit.

He was still irritated though. He enjoyed that too.

She turned her head and threw a sloe eyed glance at him over her shoulder.

And she knew it. The minx.

One corner of her mouth curled up the tiniest bit.

His straight-backed lioness of a wife.

"Yowza," he whispered under his breath. And hurried to catch up.