Post by River Song on Jul 13, 2011 2:42:51 GMT -5
“No, dear.”
An innocent expression didn’t suit, not at all, but River did strive to look as not-guilty as she could manage with a naughty grin curling the corner of her lips. Of course, the Doctor only seemed to be paying half as much attention to her as to his piloting, and not near enough to that.
She didn’t begrudge him that in the slightest, not really and not when it only benefited her. Two hearts had to be good for something, after all, and if that meant sharing with the TARDIS, and a long line of past friends and loves, so be it. He was/is/would be her love soon enough. Besides, she didn’t half fancy the TARDIS, herself, even if, logistically, the thought made her head spin.
“What was that?”
Alright, so she wasn’t paying attention either. His habits had a way of rubbing off on a person after a while. But now he was trying to keep something from her, and that was entirely different, and she would have it out of him.
Oh, this one did fluster and sputter so, and wasn’t it wonderful? More than made up for all the work she put into keeping their spoilers safe, seeing him so caught off guard by a casual remark.
“Ah. That Jack, is it? Even better.” She stroked a bit of nearby console, empathy warring high spirits somewhere in the back of her mind. Still, best not to annoy the designated driver with her teasing, especially when she could bite back.
She felt the difference in the TARDIS, a subtle thing felt in the bones as much as heard, that signified a smooth landing and whispered a thank you.
Torchwood.
She heard the stories and had the rare dealings, but River had never seen the interior. Couldn’t half imagine what they might find within, and the very idea made her blood sing.
The Doctor’s monkeying around earned a sharply cocked eyebrow, somewhere between indulgent and annoyed, and a not so sharply cocked hip where River leaned against a handy guardrail. For all his protesting, she knew how he felt about Jack.
On the other hand, that corridor led to the wardrobe room, among other things, and not the door, and what in the name of sanity was he doing now?
“I did warn you...” This time, of course, sympathy won out. She was almost sure the Old Girl was...if not in pain, then unhappy with something.
She turned, and nearly choked on a laugh. It wouldn’t be good to laugh in the Doctor’s face, love of her life or not. Still, a few naughty snickers escaped, and a the hat was a bit cute, but the rest was just ridiculous. Still. She resolved to walk behind the Doctor as much as possible.
“I didn’t know Torchwood was hosting a costume party, dear. I feel a bit underdressed now. Should we call you the Oncoming Tumbleweed?
Brokeback…no, never mind. Doesn't work with belt at all, does it? Let’s go?
And do be careful, those things can't be comfortable.”
An innocent expression didn’t suit, not at all, but River did strive to look as not-guilty as she could manage with a naughty grin curling the corner of her lips. Of course, the Doctor only seemed to be paying half as much attention to her as to his piloting, and not near enough to that.
She didn’t begrudge him that in the slightest, not really and not when it only benefited her. Two hearts had to be good for something, after all, and if that meant sharing with the TARDIS, and a long line of past friends and loves, so be it. He was/is/would be her love soon enough. Besides, she didn’t half fancy the TARDIS, herself, even if, logistically, the thought made her head spin.
“What was that?”
Alright, so she wasn’t paying attention either. His habits had a way of rubbing off on a person after a while. But now he was trying to keep something from her, and that was entirely different, and she would have it out of him.
Oh, this one did fluster and sputter so, and wasn’t it wonderful? More than made up for all the work she put into keeping their spoilers safe, seeing him so caught off guard by a casual remark.
“Ah. That Jack, is it? Even better.” She stroked a bit of nearby console, empathy warring high spirits somewhere in the back of her mind. Still, best not to annoy the designated driver with her teasing, especially when she could bite back.
She felt the difference in the TARDIS, a subtle thing felt in the bones as much as heard, that signified a smooth landing and whispered a thank you.
Torchwood.
She heard the stories and had the rare dealings, but River had never seen the interior. Couldn’t half imagine what they might find within, and the very idea made her blood sing.
The Doctor’s monkeying around earned a sharply cocked eyebrow, somewhere between indulgent and annoyed, and a not so sharply cocked hip where River leaned against a handy guardrail. For all his protesting, she knew how he felt about Jack.
On the other hand, that corridor led to the wardrobe room, among other things, and not the door, and what in the name of sanity was he doing now?
“I did warn you...” This time, of course, sympathy won out. She was almost sure the Old Girl was...if not in pain, then unhappy with something.
She turned, and nearly choked on a laugh. It wouldn’t be good to laugh in the Doctor’s face, love of her life or not. Still, a few naughty snickers escaped, and a the hat was a bit cute, but the rest was just ridiculous. Still. She resolved to walk behind the Doctor as much as possible.
“I didn’t know Torchwood was hosting a costume party, dear. I feel a bit underdressed now. Should we call you the Oncoming Tumbleweed?
Brokeback…no, never mind. Doesn't work with belt at all, does it? Let’s go?
And do be careful, those things can't be comfortable.”
