Day 28
You'd think that with all the things River could do, including managing to have an ancient being of time fall in love with her, she's be able to put together a bloody bookshelf. In the time her husband had managed to put together the bed frame and the television stand, she was only half done with one of the bookshelves in the library.
"I give up." She exclaimed for about the fiftieth time that day, throwing the screwdriver on the other side of the room. She could hear her husband chuckling from the bedroom, which only aggravated her more.
"Well if you're so bloody good, why don't you come in here and put this together?" River shouted in no particular direction, but still a moment later her husband sauntered into the room with a smirk on his face as something caught on his shoe. Bending down to pick up the small booklet, he laughed again.
"This might help, love." He said, waving the instruction manual in her face. He sat down next to her, flipping through the booklet before landing on the page he needed. He reached across her body, just close enough for her to see the slight curl to his hair, and lifted the screwdriver off the ground.
She watched as his skillful hand took to screwing in one board to another, admiring the way his fingers looked, slightly dirtier but hard at work. His eyes seemed to be focused on the task at hand, but in reality he himself was nervously watching her from the corner of his eye. She often watched him as he worked on little trinkets, and this should have been no different.
As he finished the bookshelf, he turned to smirk at her, and she huffed in annoyance. Secretly though, she loved watching him tinker, his hands seemed to create masterpieces as they moved freely across any project he could get his hands on. She mumbled something about needing alcohol, as she got up towards the kitchen.
Outside, the Doctor thought he'd caught another glimpse of their neighbors because they always seemed to be outside. Surprisingly, the house lights were completely off, and the doors completely closed. He followed the path of their windows, seeing if maybe they were coming from or going to somewhere, but nowhere to be found.
Just then the doorbell rang. River was still in the kitchen, so he called back something along the lines of I'll get it, before opening the door. He didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't to be on his backside moments later. Looking up the Doctor was greeted with the slobbery tongue of a golden retriever.
"Down, Crash." Floyd said, pulling the dog off the Doctor. From behind his son and dog, Carrick reached out helping the Doctor back on to his feet. The dog patted at his legs excitedly as River came into the foyer.
"Sorry about that, he's still a little excited about meeting new people." Rachel said, helping Floyd keep the dog at his side by pulling on the leash.
"Oh and Crash's a dog." Carrick said, patting his son's head affectionately as his son looked mildly offended for a moment before shrugging. River welcomed them in, and Rachel handed over a plate of lasagna much to the Doctor's enjoyment.
"You guys seemed so hard at work, we thought you deserved a little break." Rachel said.
"Oh trust me we do." The Doctor sent River a knowing smirk, and she had half a mind to smack him upside the head in front of the guests but then decided against it.
The Doctor normally didn't enjoy visitors but something about lunch with his wife and their neighbors seemed to make him content. The dog, Crash, seemed to enjoy his left leg, and Floyd was awful excited to learn about anything the Doctor had to share with him. He was listening to the boy tell the story of picking out Crash when he caught a glimpse of River's current research.
"So where did you two say you met again?" The Doctor asked.
"New York, actually. It's a beautiful city, down on Earth, you really ought to go sometime." Rachel said.
"You're from Earth?" River asked.
"She is. I stole her away long enough for the chemicals here to hypnotize her into marrying me." Carrick said, taking his wife's hand in his own and then bringing it to his lips.
"My space man. What about you two?" Rachel asked, turning to look in between the River and the Doctor.
"Well I did the stealing." The Doctor said with a rather proud smirk on his face.
"And I did the hypnotizing." River finished.
By the end of the day, the Doctor could honestly say he had a wonderful time. Sitting and talking didn't seem like much of an adventure, but to him anything was as long as his wife was beside him. Crash had led up to his name after all, knocking himself right into the back of Floyd's head. The couple decided it was best to leave then, before any more injuries occurred.
"That was pleasant." The Doctor said, as he handed River one of the dishes. It was all very domestic. Building furniture together, having lunch with the neighbors, and now doing dishes together.
"You enjoyed it?" River asked as she dried another dish, and placed it into the dish strainer.
"Surprisingly yes." The Doctor said, drying his hands as he finished. River placed the last dish in the strainer before turning to look at him suspiciously. An eyebrow raise later, she stepped a little closer to him, as if trying to see through something.
"Are you sure you're okay?" River asked.
"I'm utterly in love with my wife. I live in the perfect little blue house. My neighbors aren't intolerable. And I had lasagna today. I'd say I'm completely content." The Doctor said, running his hand along the counter, as he headed for the bedroom.
"And what do you intend to do now, Mr. Content?" River asked.
"I intend-" He said crossing in front of her, wrapping his arms around her. "To show Mrs. Content."
He picked her up sitting her down on the counter, leaning up a little bit to kiss her neck just where she liked it. Listening to her response only thrilled him more. "Just how much I love her."
"Oh I do believe." She said, tilting her head back quite beautifully in the Doctor's opinion. "You showed me that once before."
"Doesn't mean I can't tell you again." The Doctor said, dipping his head a little bit lower practically to where the neck and shoulder joined, grinning viciously at her moan.
"Oh you know how I love to be reminded of things." She said, removing his head from her neck just enough to him laugh. A deep, throaty yet straight from the gut chuckle that brought a shiver to her spine.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him. As she worked at behind his ear, something she knew drove him absolutely wild, he swiftly carried her through the house to their newly built bed. He kicked the door closed behind them.
