Thank you to SharVoss for the idea of this fanfic and for Beta Reading it! It's a little racy, but isn't that all of the fun?
The Bar:
She strutted through the door. The bar was near empty, with a few stragglers. The tall woman pushed her blonde curls over her shoulder, showing off her dangerously plunging neckline. She sat down on the bar stool next to her accomplice.
"Ms. Adler." The blonde said, taking a sip of the glass that was placed in front of her.
"Mrs. Song." The Woman replied, applying a shimmering shade of lipstick to the lips that had brought many men, and women, to their knees. She placed her hand over Mrs. Song's, stroking on the inside of her arm gently and provocatively.
River sat up straight. She smiled like the Cheshire Cat, and began to play with Irene's hair. "So, Irene. How are you? I've missed you since I have last saw you at the university." River said, calling a bartender over to refill their drinks.
Irene laughed. "Oh you know me. Always whip in hand, like I was in our relationship. You sure were quite the screamer." She replied, taking a sip. The bartender jumped, spilling the alcohol out of the glasses and onto the bar. He apologized sheepishly and blushed.
River smiled seductively. "Oh, somethings that you will never let a girl forget." She replied, nursing her drink, making sure to draw her companion's eyes to River's ruby red lips. River sighed, "You always were the one that loved getting in trouble. Remember Buckingham Palace?" Irene rolled her eyes, pushing her shoulder up against River's. River smiled, and continued, "How come you always have to mess with time? Mr. Holmes would have found Moriarty without you, you know." She shrugged on her coat, flipping up the collar.
Irene stood, and placed a large bill on the table to cover both of their tabs. "But what is the fun in letting time run its course? Brainy is the new sexy, you cheeky thing." Irene paused, sliding on her leather jacket and flung her hair out, "Don't think that I didn't recognize that smart looking man that's on the cover of every paper in the universe. So, that delicious, scrawny thing is your husband?" She asked, picking up her purse as they began walking out of the door.
"Yes. But, don't think for a second he isn't naughty." River whispered, spinning a pair of handcuffs on one finger.
"Do you think that he would agree to a.. more kinkier lifestyle?" Irene asked, bumping River as they walked to the door.
"Don't think that way even for a second. That man gets scared of everything." River winked, walking up to the TARDIS that was parked on the corner.
Irene patted the old box, then kissed River, making sure that it would be a memory that lasted. "Till the next time, Sweetie?" she asked, eyeing River.
River's eyes widened. "What do you mean? I'm not done with you yet." River pulled on Irene's coat, tugging her in after her.
Irene laughed, "After all this time?"
River shut the door. "Always, Ms. Adler."
-Hope you enjoyed.
The Lost Writer's Soul