A/N: Chapter 21... Dancing...Again... But, not like the last one... Yeah i dunno. Yet another chapter i one: wasn't completely happy with, and two: was completely random. Yeah... i dunno... The next one's once again rather different, and you'll see how when i post it which may or may not be later tonight... May be tomorrow morning. I dunno... I'm saying that a lot aren't i...I dunno... :L Oh well... Read on, enjoy... I dunno :L

Can You Dance Doctor?

He didn't know why he was here. It was Amy's fault. And Rory's. But mostly it was Amy's. They only been on the planet for a little over an hour. They were getting ready to leave, not enough adventure was the Doctor's argument, when they were invited to a gala. The Doctor and Rory were adamant about leaving, but Amy demanded they be allowed to stay. She'd never been to a dance on another planet yet. Rory gave in first. He kind of had to otherwise he'd be sleeping in the control room of the TARDIS. The Doctor… Well he put up quite the fight. Eventually though, he'd agreed that they could attend the dance, and then led them back to the TARDIS so they could find something to wear.

He, of course, was already dressed. A tux, a cane, and a top hat. Oh how this ensemble brought back memories. He ran the cane along the railing, jumping as a voice startled him.

"Well don't you look handsome."

He spun, grinning as he spotted his wife ascending the stairs.

"River!"

She grinned at him, raising an eyebrow at the tux.

"Hello Sweetie. The tux?"

He looked down, holding his arms up and spinning on the spot.

"How do I look?"

He shook her head as she approached him, hands reaching up to straighten his bowtie.

"Ridiculous."

He grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her softly. She sighed into his mouth, pulling back with a raised eyebrow.

"Why so dressed up Sweetie?"

He sighed in annoyance, crinkling his nose.

"Amy, you're mother," He said, pointing at her so close to her face so went slightly cross eyed, " Your mother, has roped me and Rory in to attending some stuffy old gala when we could be doing something much more interesting." His arms crossed over his chest, and he pouted slightly.

"Oh Sweetie." She said with a grin, shaking her head. "Can you dance Doctor?"

He shifted, frowning slightly.

"Well of course I can dance River, I'm over a thousand years old, I had to have danced some time."

She rolled her eyes, smirking at him.

"But have you danced with this body yet?"

He frowned, looking down at his legs then back up at her.

"Yet?"

Shaking her head, she pulled the cane from his hand, setting it down against the rails, and pulled him down the steps.

"Spoilers."

They stopped in the middle of the room, her holding both his hands as he stood awkwardly. She placed one hand on her waist, holing the other up in the air. Her free hand came to wrap around his neck, and she smiled reassuringly at him.

"It's not much different Doctor. You haven't danced with those legs of yours yet, that's all."

He gulped, before slowly swaying to silence. She began to hum, nodding her head to encourage him. He stepped forward, but underestimated the distance, not having danced since his previous regeneration, who had had somewhat shorter legs than his body now. He stood on River's foot, wincing himself at her quick grimace. She shook her head, smiling softly at him.

"Keep going."

Slowly, he spun her around the room, her humming the entire time. He flipped her mid-swing, pulling her closer to him, her back to his chest. His arms wrapped around her stomach, his head pushed into her hair, smelling her shampoo. She sighed against him, as they swayed together. She turned her head, looking up at him, smiling. He grinned back, leaning down and capturing her lips with his own. She moaned against his mouth, spinning so she could press against him. His tongue darted out, licking across her bottom lip begging for permission. She opened her mouth, her own tongue darting out to meet his.

They'd stopped swaying now, simply standing in each other's embrace as they kissed.

"Oh! Sorry… I didn't know you were here River. We'll just… Be that way."

They broke apart, turning to see Amy in a long, shimmery red dress. Rory was standing behind her, dressed in a black tux and a red tie. Not a bowtie. Those were apparently only provided for the Doctor.

"No problem mummy dearest. I was just teaching the Doctor to dance."

Amy grinned at her daughter, raising her eyebrow.

"That didn't look like dancing."

Shrugging, River let her hand slide in to the Doctor's pocket, extracting a key.

"This was what I was here for anyway. I'll be in your study when you get back Sweetie." She kissed him softly, walking forward and winking over her shoulder. She kissed Amy and Rory on the cheek, declined Amy's offer to join them, and walked off through the corridor. The Doctor stared after her, before sighing and gesturing to the door.

"I suppose we'd better go then."

Amy squealed, pulling Rory forward, latching on to the Doctor's wrist with her free hand, and was out of the door before the Doctor could even argue her treatment of him. Glancing back at the TARDIS, he was determined to speed this gala up as quickly as possible. At least he would delay the party with his injuring of any dance partners. And he could thank River for that. And oh would he thank her.

A/N: Well there ya go... I wonder how the Doctor thanks her ;D *seedy, suggestive look... Well you'll have to use your imagination cause i'm not writing that part in. Though there will probably be a chapter where they shag on a desk in what i'm calling his study, so i suppose you can connect the two if you want... I dunno... Maybe... Okay, bye then... ALLONSY!