01. Red
If there was one thing the Doctor had always admired in River Song, it was her cleverness.
She used to say clever thing, and the Doctor always loved people who said clever thing. Not that he loved her, no way. But sometimes he found himself lost at the sight of the sounds escaping from her lips; her red, red lips.
The Doctor was always flattering himself saying he knew everything, or almost everything, for what matters, and that that was because he had a lot of years to experience all those things.
So, it was only for the glory of science that he wished to know why those lips were so red and how it would feel to press them. It was nothing more than that.
"Doctor? Did you listen to a word I said?". River snapped her tongue. Tongue? Hello, red tongue.
But the Doctor's attention focused on the lips again. They were so inviting. If he had the guts to do it, he could've kissed them with one simple movement. So close.
But he couldn't.
'One day. One day I'll know why they have the rose's red and I'll taste their sweet scent.
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'In the name of science, of course'.