Happy Christmas! Here is a 'Christmas special' chapter for you all, I wrote this up quick last night, only a bit of light-hearted fun and I hope you all enjoy!


It had been the Doctor's idea to go to her parents for Christmas, actually. It would probably be strange for most people, really, River thought, your husband wasn't supposed to get on with the in-laws and yet hers was their best friend before she'd even been born.

River hadn't been sure about the idea, for her, they hadn't been married for long and this was only their second Christmas together (she'd gathered it was considerably higher for this particular Doctor) and she'd wanted to spend it somewhere quiet with just him. Somewhere quiet and hot, maybe. A white Christmas was just fine as far as she was concerned, if the white substance was sand on a tropical beach.

But, he'd been adamant, waving the Christmas card containing the invite around and guilt tripping her with how upset her mother and father would be if they didn't go, even though, as River pointed out, they could just go for their next Christmas trip and Amy and Rory would never know any different.

She'd caved in the end, because, if she was honest, once he stared talking about Christmas dinner and mulled wine and presents under the tree it did sound rather lovely. And rather like the Christmas she'd always wanted as a child but never had.

So, here they were, in her parents house, specifically, in the guest/her bedroom in her parents house. It was late now, nearly midnight on Christmas Eve and after much mulled wine and cake and chatter, the two couples had bid their goodnights and gone off to bed. The Doctor had actually followed her up the stairs and into the bedroom which surprised her slightly; he rarely slept and she'd half expected him to fly off on some adventure to entertain himself until Christmas morning but here he was, kicking his shoes off and sitting back on the bed.

"Are you tired Sweetie?" River asks him as she rifles through her suitcase.

He shrugs and smiles at her. "Not particularly."

"You're staying? I'm surprised."

Another shrug. "Just felt like staying with you. It is Christmas, River. I want to spend it with my wife."

He gives her another soft smile and she feels herself melt at his words. She smiles back and holds his gaze for a moment before an idea occurs to her and her smile turns to a slightly mischievous grin.

"What?""Do you want an early Christmas present?"

His face lights up.

"Really?"

She bites her lip, still smiling, and nods. "I was saving it for tomorrow night but as you're here…"

He sits up straight on the bed, "what is it?" And looks so much like a six year old child that she has to roll her eyes.

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"Just wait here." Sliding a bag out of the bottom of her suitcase, she slips out the room with it before he can see and he waits impatiently on the bed for her to return.

A few minutes pass before the door opens, and when it does, the Doctor's jaw drops.

His wife stands with her back to the door as she closes it behind her, a grin on her face and, well…not much else on, really.

Well no, she has an outfit on alright, it's just that there's not very much of it. Her tanned legs are encased in translucent black stockings, and slipped into ankle length boots, and she wears…he supposes it's a skirt but it's the smallest piece of material he's ever seen be called one, which is scarlet red with a white fluff edging. Her top matches, which, really, is only a piece of fabric over her chest, although it's doing wonderful things to those breasts of hers. A red Santa's hat perched on top of her curls completes the ensemble.

"I…River…!" Is all he can manage.

"You like?" She asks, giving a twirl, hands on hips. "Thought it was rather festive myself."

He swallows. "Yes, it is. Very festive."

She laughs and he looks her up and down again.

"Are you meant to be Father Christmas?"

The grin fades from her face. "No," she tells him firmly. "I am not meant to be Father Christmas, sweetie, I am a woman."

"…I can see that."

"I'm glad."

"So…what are you meant to be then?"

She shrugs and glances down at herself. "Mrs. Christmas?"

A slow smile comes to the Doctor's face.

"Does that make me Father Christmas then?"

This earns him another one of those laughs he loves so much. "If you like."

He is outright grinning at her now, and swings his legs over the side of the bed to sit up straight. "Well." He pats his lap. "Why don't you come and sit on my knee then?"

River gives him another cheeky laugh and strides towards him slowly, her heels clunking on the laminate floor. She stops in front of him and, "well," she says, her voice low and seductive. "I have been a very good girl this year. Do you think my name might be on the 'nice' list so I can get a present?"

"Oh River Song," he replies, "your name is always on the naughty list."

She laughs but bumps his leg playfully with her foot. "Cheeky."

"You love it."

"I do."

"So…" he says when she doesn't move and pats his legs again.

She grins that grin at him and then his jaw drops for the second time that night when she promptly slips her knickers down her legs from underneath her skirt and steps out of them before, arms on his shoulders, she places one knee on the bed each side of his legs and lowers herself into his lap.

"R-River!" Is all he can stammer as she still grins at him and, and…slides against him in that way that makes him suck in a sharp breath.

Her hand slips down to pop open the button on his trousers as she leans forwards to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Yes sweetie?"

"We…we can't do this here!"

She pauses, and sits back to look at him. "Doctor. You just told me to sit on your lap…and what did you think I got dressed up like this for?"

"I…well - I just thought there'd be some kissing, and cuddling, and lots of touching most probably but River…not that! We can't do that here!"

She raises an eyebrow at him, then smiles and leans in to kiss his neck just under his jaw. "Why not?" She purrs.

"We're in your parents house!"

"So?"

"They're two doors down!"

"I can be quiet."

"You can't."

"I can."

"And anyway, that's not the point - it would be rude, and wrong! And River Song, you are a bad influence on me!" He scolds her as he realises his hands are pulling her closer, gripping the bare flesh of her waist.

She lets out a little giggle by his ear as she gives the lobe a playful nip with her teeth. "You said it Santa…I'm always on the naughty list."

"River," he growls in warning, but knows his resolve is rapidly fading.

"Doctor," she growls back, unzipping and slipping a hand inside his trousers.

He pulls her closer still and moves one hand to her thigh. "Oh you better be quiet," he speaks in her ear, knowing there's no point in arguing any longer.

"Mmm hmm," she grins against his neck before tilting her head to capture his lips with hers.

They kiss deeply and slowly, although it speeds up quickly as hands and things become more urgent. The Doctor falls backwards and River with him, sitting back up only briefly to bat the Doctor's useless frantic hands away and unfasten her top for him. He pulls it from her and she falls back down on top of him, kissing him again for all she's worth.

She's far more than half naked now so it's only fair that he is too, she decides, shoving his jacket from him so her fingers can make quick work of his bow-tie and the buttons of his shirt. He rolls them to pin her under him before she can pull it totally off, and she only vaguely registers the suitcase toppling off the bed with an almighty thud and then she forgets about it anyway when he is kissing her like that and his skin is against hers.

She does, however, very much remember the crash the suitcase made when thirty seconds later, the door bursts open.

There is a shriek, from Amy, she believes, and then a lot of swearing from her, and even the Doctor as he scrambles off her and she grabs her top, clutching it tight against her chest - although, by this point, both her parents have their eyes covered anyway.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking!" River spits at them, harshly, she knows, but she is rather startled.

"Bloody hell!" Amy swears, her eyes still covered. "Sorry, but we heard a crash! And this is the Doctor, pardon us if we immediately think you're both in some kind of mortal danger!"

"Yeah," agrees Rory from behind his hands, although he has turned his back to them as well, "and it's not like we'd exactly expected you to be doing…this…kind of - thing," he stammers awkwardly.

"Right, I mean seriously you two," Amy complains, peeking nervously out between her fingers. When she sees that her daughter has slipped the Doctor's tweed on and is pulling it round herself and the Doctor is now buttoning his shirt, she lowers her hands to place them on her hips. "It's bad enough to do that in someone else's house anyway but we're your parents River, and I know it's in kind of a weird way but we still are! And you!" She aims her cross gaze at the Doctor. "I don't expect this kind of thing from you, Doctor! We were two doors away!"

"That's what I said!" The Doctor claims, still very flustered. "Your daughter is a force not to be reckoned with!"

River rolls her eyes.

"River!" Amy scolds. "We're your parents!"

"I am aware of that."

"Couldn't you have…gone to the Tardis or something? Or have controlled yourself when you're in our house! You two have all the time in the world - literally! - To do this sort of thing!"

River opens her mouth to reply but Rory has turned round and addresses his wife first. "Um - Amy. Not to disagree with you here but I really don't think this is something you can be lecturing her about - she certainly didn't get it from my side of the family."

Amy frowns at him and opens her mouth to argue but he continues.

"Just - try and keep the noise down, please," he says to his daughter and her husband, cringing a little, then takes hold of Amy's arm. "Come on, it's Christmas eve, lets leave them alone."

River grins at him. "Thanks dad."

"Rory!" Amy protests.

"Come on," he says, tugging her out of the room the close the door.

The two left in the room turn to look at each other and River bursts out laughing.

Still red, the Doctor exclaims, "River! This is not funny!"

"Sweetie," she says, her laughter dying down. "My parents just saw me practically naked. If I don't laugh I think I'll cry."

He sighs heavily. "Well you know that was entirely your fault."

"My fault! Excuse me but I believe you were the one who knocked the suitcase on the floor!"

"But it was your fault we were doing…that in the first place!"

She sighs, rolling her eyes as she shuffles closer to him. "Well. This is all going to make for rather awkward conversations over Christmas dinner tomorrow."

-x-

River had been very right, the Doctor finds out, the previous nights rather embarrassing moment did make for awkward conversations round the dinner table, although the meal started off so well. They had spend the first part of Christmas day totally ignoring the elephant in the room and pretending nothing had happened the night before…except for Amy, who delighted in asking them if they'd slept well and when they appeared in the morning.

"Well, we all know Santa came, don't we?" She quipped with a smirk as she made them tea.

"Amy!" River exclaimed as the Doctor choked a bit beside her, outraged at her mother's remark.

"What? I was referring to the presents under the tree."

It was dinner time now, and the four were seated round the table, so far having a lovely, surprisingly normal, family dinner. The wine had been poured out, Rory was cutting the Turkey and crackers were being pulled.

Turns out, crackers from two hundred years in the future have much improved in quality. It's also quite exciting to see what size present will pop out, the largest they've got so far is an inflatable bubble chair, already inflated. The Doctor has a great time babbling on about compression fields as way of explaining how it works but nobody really listens.

"Oh look, I got a Santa hat!" Exclaims Rory.

"I'll have it!" The Doctor quickly replies, his face lighting up. River quickly grabs his hand before he can take it from her father.

"You are not putting that on your head. I know you and hats, you'd be wearing it all year."

The Doctor sinks back in his chair, looking sulky.

"Plus," Amy chimes in, "I think River prefers to be the one dressing up as Santa anyway."

The two males in the room go red, and River has had enough. "Mother," she grinds out through gritted teeth crossly. "Can we maybe not mention that thanks."

"Ohh no way," she teases her daughter. "You are never living that down."

River glares at her. "You really don't want to do this Amy, you forget I grew up with you as my best friend. I know things about you and dad that no girl should about her parents, so lets not start with the teasing about dressing up ok?"

Amy is silent for a moment before she slowly pales. "Right," she says, suddenly very interested in the veg she's dishing herself out. "No more going there, got it. Never happened."

"Thank you," replies River.

"What?" Asks Rory, his confusion matching the Doctor's as they look between the two women.

"Let's just say I've told Mels things I definitely wouldn't have done if I'd known she was my daughter and leave it at that ok?" Amy replies quickly. Rory's face pales a little too as he takes that in.

"Right," he says.

The four all find their food very interesting for the next five minutes, and also decide commenting on how nice it is, is a good way to avoid the awkwardness.

After another uncomfortable silence, River mutters mostly under her breath, although she intends for the Doctor to hear her, "I knew we should have gone to Hawaii."

Amy looks at the two before she sighs heavily and then rises to her feet. "Who's for a drink? It's Christmas, right? Why don't we break open something stronger than the wine?"

Everyone, even the Doctor, heartily agrees.

Once the drinks are poured out and they all have good few measures down them, the pleasant atmosphere returns, and River begins to think that actually, it has been rather nice to spend Christmas with her parents as well as her husband. And it manages to stay that way…until, as they are seated round the tree, handing out and unwrapping gifts, and River gives the Doctor a pair of striped, silken boxers as a Christmas present. And the awkwardness returns.

When they get back to the Tardis that night, River sighs heavily as soon as they close the door, leaning back against it. "Next year, sweetie, I decide where we spend Christmas."

"I have absolutely no problem with that," the agrees. "And this is probably the first and last time I'll ever say this to you River, so savour it…" He looks at her very seriously. "But you were right."

She laughs then. "I always am, my love."


So there we go, hope you enjoyed, my Christmas present to all you wonderful people who've been supporting this and my other stories…now, if you're feeling very kind, might I suggest you may like to give me a Christmas present back in the form of a little review? :D

Enjoy your day everyone! Lots of Christmas love! xx