AN: I know I should be working on my challenge series, but while I was working on the next in the list, I got this in my head, and I couldn't get it out, so enjoy. There will be 55 total things, but maybe not chapters.
I OWN NOTHING. NOT DOCTOR WHO, NOT ANYTHING.
The way she got comfortable:
It made no sense to him why it took her so long to get comfortable, she was going to end up in one of five positions: laying with her head in his lap, sitting in his lap laying against his chest, tucking her feet under him, sitting with his head in her lap, or sitting with him leaning back against her. Meaning he had one of five jobs: Living pillow, living foot warmer, living blanket, holding still and holding her, or laying there calmly while she absentmindedly played with his hair. She would sit down on the couch, or the bed, and she'd start reading or whatever, and she'd be fine for a minute.
Then she'd start shifting around, changing positions, putting her feet up, one down, both down, grabbing pillows, shoving them away, tugging blankets around her, throwing them off. Eventually, either she'd give up, or he would end up on the couch.
But she was only that restless if he was there to be cuddled with.
She didn't do it on purpose, it just happened, and he found it both adorable and hysterical. Sometimes he wandered over and sat down. Other times, he allowed himself to be tugged down and cuddled with. Others she gave up, found him, and either cuddled him there or tugged him off for an adventure. Not that he minded cuddling, in fact, he adored it. However, her restlessness was really very distracting, and could she just stay still a minute every now and then? Then again, if she did, they wouldn't get to the cuddling part... on second thought, the restlessness was great! Restlessness + River=cuddling, cuddling was amazing, ergo, restlessness is cool! Yeah, he could deal.
Especially if it meant cuddling with his wife. He liked that. The calm moments, filled with a quiet peace broken only by the rustle of pages or the scratch of a pen, and the soft noises of their breaths and heartsbeats.
AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.