"Are you married, River?"
Her heart leaped at the question. She stifled it down and concentrated on buckling her vortex manipulator. He'd asked. He actually had asked her to marry him before just taking her agreement for granted up on that pyramid.
Her hearts were beating so fast, and with such joy that she could barely stifle her impulse to jump on him and kiss him all over his pretty young face.
She wanted to dance around. Preferably nude. Preferably with him. She could feel her eyes sparkling with mad joy. He'd actually asked. He'd been interested as far back as this.
"Are you asking?" She wanted to be clear, she wanted it crystal clea
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 and River go swimming, and the Doctor realizes River has a unique birthmark.
"Hello, Sweetie."
River walked into the Tardis, strode over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, laid her head on his chest, and just stood there.
The Doctor froze, surprised. She felt wonderful. All soft and warm. But he didn't know what to do. She was just standing there. He was used to River being more, well, forward.
Not that her forward wasn't quite nice...and her back...and her bottom...and her top. In fact, she was delightful all over...
She laid a small, shivery kiss on his neck, just above his collar. She tipped her head back and smiled
It's River's first wedding anniversary since her last kiss with the Doctor. She's not handling it well.
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"She's in there," the sweating man waved at the bar. "She's crazy! Unfortunately, she's also a good shot."
"What set her off?"
"Hell if I know," the little man rubbed his bald pate. "She came in looking like she wanted to drown her sorrows, and next thing I know she's shooting shit out of my bar!"
The tall man patted him on the shoulder, "I'll see what I can do."
He walked into a smoking rubble of a bar. Tables were turned over, drinks spilled, bottles shattered, glass crunched under foot.
He found her sitting in the corner, bac
The Doctor's a bit confused about how he reacts to River. But confusion's not a bad thing.
He liked having her close.
He didn't know why, but he always felt more alive when she was invading his space, or when he was invading hers.
It wasn't just sexual attraction, although that was certainly there. And was a delightful surprise after so many centuries of a sort of general, vague interest.
But she, she had such vitality. Such vigor and thirst for life. She practically zinged. And she had those wonderfully lush, soft lips. The first time he felt them, he was instantly addicted. And it wasn't because of her lipstick either, it was all her. W
They didn't plan it at all--not in a big "florist and photographer and minister" way, but not in a little "intending to say something before you actually say it" way either. They never did, not even the not-technically-the-first time.
It happened one evening, when the now was quiet and still and the little blue book was beginning to get battered. He had been her pick up--or, more accurately, getaway--from a prestigious Bilvocoparian university, where she had first given a seminar and subsequently broken into a confidential research archive. Now, after a too-close escape, the loss of her suitcase, and a round scolding from the Doctor, they sa
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
"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
Scones and Texting - DoctorWho by LeRachParade, literature
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Scones and Texting - DoctorWho
When River Song took a stroll from her jail cell that morning she did not expect to be finding herself where the circumstances at hand had thrown her. Of course, it was her tradition to meet with the Doctor regularly whilst serving her time in jail those guards never learnt, despite the four hundred and thirty two locks that supposedly stood in the way of her freedom but this 'date' was far beyond what she expected of him normally. She remembered how he'd offered her an arm into the TARDIS as she slithered out of her cell, the alarms instantly screaming in her wake, but before the guards had even opened an eye she'd been away wi
He was so tired. Even Time Lords can't go on forever. And there was River, in his bed.
The Doctor plodded down the Tardis corridor. He was so tired.
He didn't usually get tired. Not like this. But even Time Lords can't go on forever. His eyes blinked and his feet dragged. He was too exhausted even to yawn.
He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped in the doorway. River was curled up in his bed, asleep.
He didn't know how she got in. Maybe she waited until he left and stowed away. Or maybe she'd found some way to materialize inside with her vortex manipulator, although that should have been impossible.
Right at the moment he didn't care
Lots of random sketches
Paperchildren (I'm doing that now! Paperchildren is a thing!)
This awesome makeup design I did
um
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pokemon
fanfiction pictures
that is all.