Firsts To Lasts
Disclaimer: Not mine! Just borrowing them to be my muses for a while.
Authors' Note: Just a collection of drabbles I'll be working on focusing on the relationship between River & The Doctor. The Rating is for later chapters.
Of Stars & Blue Grass
The stars above twinkled and shone, dancing in the strange planet's night sky seemingly just for them. They were beautiful, they were always beautiful, but she didn't often get the chance to really 'look' at them anymore. Her eyes started to mist but the curly haired woman sucked in a shaky breath and calmed her emotions before they got the better of her, before she reveled something she shouldn't to him.
River's eyes re-focused on the man next to her, this impossible and yet wonderful man. The Doctor…but not /her/ Doctor, not yet. He still had that look, that distrust in his eyes, that uncertainly and hesitation. And it would only get worse…every time she saw him he knew her a little less.
She turned her eyes back to the stars; thankful he hadn't noted her staring. Why had he chosen /this/ day? He couldn't possibly have known what it meant to her…maybe in his future he chose this day because of this night. She smiled a little at that thought.
"River…" there it was, that hesitation, her cue that they were far too early in his timeline. She steeled herself and let a smile play onto her lips before glancing over at the man sprawled on the blue grass next to her.
"Hmmm?"
"What is tonight?" he asked, eyes looking into hers as if he could solve the mystery she presented to him that way. Her smile deepened, the one she used on him when she knew things he didn't and wasn't going to reveal them.
"Sp-"
"Don't," he interrupted her, "Don't say 'Spoilers'"
She stared at him, the well placed smile faltering a little. She recovered but looked away from him, gazing back to the stars above. "Why would you think it's anything?"
The Doctor pushed himself up onto his elbow and looked down at her, one of his hands playing with strands on long grass. "It was, when I came to pick you up. You looked as if you'd been waiting for me...only…not 'me'."
She had to look at him then, the universe was so unfair, so cruel to have their lives play out this way, never in the right order. He wasn't looking at her, his eyes downcast, perhaps fearing her answer. In place of it River reached out and cupped his cheek, his eyes darting to hers, "Doctor," she said smoothly, "I'm always waiting for you."
She kissed him then, cutting of the start of a protest. And for a little while The Doctor forgot about asking questions.