DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters. (unfortunately) I'm just borrowing them to play with for awhile.
So here's the next chapter… I'm not too proud of it, but I hope you guys like it anyway! Sorry it took me so long to post it, I was at Holiday World, and visiting my Grandma. Thanks for everyone who comments, and favorites, and to all the people who have taken a little bit of time out of their day to read this measly story. Thanks!
The Doctor woke up the next morning with tears in his eyes, thinking the night before had all been some wonderful dream his subconscious had cooked up to help him deal with the loss of his wife. And the destruction she'd left in her wake.
But then he felt her warm, naked body pressed to his, and noticed that his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist. Just like they had been in his supposed dream. His brain finally also registered the curls tickling his face, and her slow, steady breathing.
A wide grin bloomed on his face, when his still sleep ridden mind finally realized that the night before had been real.
His River had come back to him, just like she'd promised she always would. She'd somehow saved herself from that awful place, and come back to him.
They'd finally be together forever. Just like they'd always wanted to. They could finally have a family, and he could love her without her impending death looming over him like a rain cloud threatening to burst any second. No more mixed up time lines either.
Just him, her, and the TARDIS. (And of course Clara, but he seemed to have momentarily forgotten her, in his sudden realization that his wonderful wife is miraculously back from the dead. That it was all real.)
"What are you so happy about?" Was the quiet question that tore him from his thoughts, and he smiled down at her. Deciding that River smiling at him first thing in the morning is definitely what he wants to see every single morning for the rest of his very long life.
Her voice was tired with sleep, and a small smile graced her lips, that signified she knew exactly what he was smiling about.
"I'm smiling because the most wonderful woman in the universe is alive, naked, and smiling at me, first thing in the morning." He said quietly, nuzzling his nose against hers, his voice taking on that gruff tone it always did in the morning when he just woke up.
The very same tone that always aroused her far more than it probably should, every time they woke up together.
She kissed him gently, at that. Neither of them were able to wipe the smiles off their faces.
"And that's the way it'll be every morning from now on. Give or take the naked part. Since we're planning on having children, we might need to break that habit once we have them." She grinned, trying to pretend the light circles he was tracing on her lower back weren't affecting her.
"Yes, but for now I think we're perfectly safe sleeping naked. We're the only ones who know where this room is, anyway." He smiled, and kissed her again, still subconsciously writing symbols on her back.
Her heart melted, and she felt herself fall even more in love with this ridiculous man, (if that's even possible), when she realized that the seemingly random circles he was tracing on her lower back were actually Gallifreyan symbols. They were the symbols for 'love', 'hope', 'family', 'home', and 'forever'.
The aforementioned realization was the spark that lit a flame inside her. She turned the gentle, sweet, kiss into something much more desperate, and passionate.
To which he responded enthusiastically, rolling them over and pressing her into the mattress.
Once again, showing her just how happy he was that he was alive, and just how very, very much he loved her.
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About an hour after that, they finally forced themselves to get out of bed, much to the Doctor's dismay.
"I'd much rather just stay in bed with you all day." He mumbled, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, peppering tiny kisses down her neck.
"As would I sweetie, but I do need proper sustenance. You haven't fed me since I came back from the dead." She smirked, subconsciously tilting her head to the side to give him better access. Pretending it wasn't him kissing her, that made her fingers fumble while she finished buttoning up one of his shirts that she'd temporarily stolen.
He sighed gustily, and let go of her waist, kissing her cheek one last time before he moved to pull on his boxers.
"Fine, I shall cook you a spectacular breakfast, as a welcome back, and an 'I love you'." He smiled sweetly at her.
"Thank you sweetie. You're the best husband anyone could ask for." She smirked, holding her hand out to him, which he gladly took, lacing their fingers together and they both walked to the kitchen together. Light heartedly teasing and flirting with each other the whole way.
Once they were there, she hopped up onto the kitchen counter. Sitting and admiring him as he put a tea kettle on, and stirred together a bowl of scrambled eggs.
He felt her eyes on him, so he looked up. Still unable to wipe the goofy grin off his face.
"You know… It's rude to stare." He grinned, putting down the bowl, and standing in front of her, his hands resting comfortably on her waist. She slid down off the counter, her arms wrapping around his neck as she smiled up at him.
"Never stopped you ogling me, now did it? Not that I ever minded" She smirked, and he just smiled smugly.
"Well with an arse like that, you've got to expect some ogling from your husband." His hands slid from her waist to her bum, squeezing gently.
She gasped slightly, and giggled breathlessly. "Naughty boy, Doctor." She breathed.
"You love it." He growled, about to kiss her when the door swung open. Clara's scandalized voice floating in and capturing them by surprise and causing them to spring apart.
"Doctor! What do you think you're doing in… Here…" The scandalized anger on her face melted away into simply complete confusion.
The room fell silent for a few minutes, as Clara tried to process what she was seeing. The Doctor finally broke the awkward silence by saying, "Oh… Clara… You're up." He would never admit that he'd there was another guest on the TARDIs with he and River. "You remember my wife, River?" He said, gesturing slightly awkwardly at her, and grabbed her hand. River was biting her lip, trying not to burst out laughing. Very amused by their current circumstances. She smiled and waved unrepentantly. "Hello again."
They watched as Clara opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to figure out what to say, and trying to wrap her brain around the fact that his wife had come back from the dead. Finally she gave up, waving a hand dismissively, "I'm too tired for this right now, I need my tea." She mumbled tiredly. Grabbing the kettle he'd put on for the two of them and pouring herself a cup and fixing it the way she liked it.
"Right." The Doctor said suddenly. "Well, enough of the awkward silences, we need to go get dressed, and we'll explain everything when we get back. Okay Clara?" He said, ushering River out of the room before she could make some cheeky comment.
He vaguely heard Clara say something else, as he shut the door behind them, barely walking ten feet away before both of them burst out laughing.
Ta da? I hope you guys liked it! And as usual, comments are greatly appreciated. Constructive criticism or otherwise. I hope they all weren't to OOC, and it wasn't too much of a boring chapter. I'll post again soon ish. Please keep on reading! :D
