Story Title: Lipstick and Kisses
Fandom:
Doctor Who
Rating:
PG13
Characters/Pairing:
The Doctor (13th Regeneration), River Song, River/Doctor
Summary:
The Doctor breaks in her new body. Lumley!Doctor (or general female!Doctor)
Notes:
So I know I haven't updated in a while—this is actually an old fic, I just fiddled with it a bit. I am working on something—something very Rory centric—which I'll be uploading once I've got a bit more done. Don't know when that'll be, exactly, since I leave for college in two weeks and am therefore quite busy for the foreseeable future. But I've got some old fics I'm going to upload, and we'll see what happens. Concrit is very welcome, as always—especially as this is really not my usual fair.

"Here, part your lips a bit, like this." River demonstrated and held up a lipstick, carefully removing the cap.

"You know, I have put on lipstick before. This really isn't necessary." The Doctor frowned a little, examining a strand of long blond hair. "I quite like the hair on this regeneration. It's very soft. Quite a nice colour, as well."

River raised an eyebrow. "I've never seen you put on lipstick. And I can't put it on while you're talking, I hope you know."

The Doctor cocked her head. "Really? I know I've worn lipstick around you before."

"Yeah, but only when I put it on you. And I could hardly ever get you in a dress. Your Twelfth would, sometimes, but usually only when there was adventuring involved. And your Eleventh hardly every wore anything but that bloody suit."

The Doctor frowned. "I liked that suit. Still do, actually." She grinned. "That's quite interesting. I seem to have very similar tastes to my Eleventh. That doesn't happen every day."

"I should say not. Your Eleventh had horrible taste. I'm not going to have to shoot any more fezzes, am I? Don't answer that, I'll never get the lipstick on."

The Doctor opened her mouth a little, stretching her lips to allow River to apply the lipstick. River leaned across the bed and raised the lipstick, moving it gently over the Doctor's lips. When her lips were painted a deep red, River sat up, smiling. "Perfect. Almost."

The Doctor smiled and rubbed her lips together. She raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Now you're perfect."

"Brilliant. So, I was wondering, suppose I do have my Eleventh's taste. And suppose it turns out that my particular fondness is for articles of clothing, and not hats. You can't very well shoot a shirt or a knee-length tweed jacket—oh, that's a good idea, I wonder if I can find one of those?"

"You can't," said River sternly. "And I didn't exactly shoot the fez while it was on your head." River leaned in. "I took it off first," she whispered in the Doctor's ear, and pressed a kiss to her neck.

"So- oh. I see. You know, I think I've still got the coat from my Sixth somewhere. Shall I go and get it?"

"No," said River firmly. "Undress me now." The Doctor obliged, and River tossed her the lipstick. "Ready?"

"Quite."

River lay down and settled back, shifting against the pillow. The Doctor bent over her, trailing kisses up her chest, leaving soft red marks as she went. She reached River's neck, and kissed it, gently. She pressed a kiss to River's lips, sliding her tongue slowly over the other woman's teeth. She moaned deeply as River caressed her breasts, squeezing them gently.

The Doctor loved this body.