Moooooooooooooooooooore Eleven…
This time featuring the one and only River Song!
Ah…Husbands of River Song was amazing, you guys. It really was. I would strongly suggest you find some way to watch it. But not on put locker .is.
I know; I'm such a hypocrite. Thing is, I went and looked up the site after a friend of mine expressed concern about its legality. Turns out, I found some conflicting views about that site, so it's probably best to stay away from it.
I don't know where else you'd watch it…sorry.
I bet you guys are tired of seeing new chapter notifications by now…
God bless and have a Merry Christmas!
ThePro-LifeCatholic
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Christmas. I own the planet Klarklar.
Writing Prompt: 10th Day of Christmas
Characters: 11th Doctor, River Song
Shippings: Eleven/River
Genre: Romance/Friendship/Family/Christmas-y
Rating: K, K+
On the Tenth Day of Christmas
The Doctor let me see:
A lake of Frozen Silver
A proper Christmas Dinner
Trees falling over
A sled ride down a mountain
Tea after Midnight
SURPRISE SNOW FIGHTS!
Carols from the Past
Mugs of Hot Chocolate
A new red bike
And a small Babe asleep in the hay
When the Doctor landed the TARDIS expertly inside River Song's cramped cell, she was already dressed and waiting for him. Her gown was deep blue, with long sleeves and silver swirls traveling up and down the dress in complex designs. Silver earrings dangle down, nearly brushing against her shoulders. Somehow, she had managed to get her wild mane of golden curls into a ponytail.
When the Doctor swung open the blue wooden doors, he had to stop and stare at the woman standing in front of him, tapping one high-heeled foot impatiently.
"Is there something wrong, Sweetie?" River inquired after several seconds had passed without the Doctor moving or speaking. He blinked, drawing in a breath of air and slowly exhaling.
"River," he murmured, stepping out and closing the distance between them. "You look…"
"A tad under-dressed, perhaps?" she interrupted, turning in a full circle. Then she slid forward, bringing her nose-to-nose with the man she adored most in the whole universe.
"You look beautiful," he corrected her. The Doctor leaned forward slightly, feeling River's breath against his neck. But he pulled back at the last moment, spinning on his heel and motioning for her to follow him into the TARDIS.
"You'll love the destination!" he exclaimed eagerly, rubbing his hands together and beaming like a five-year-old. "Let me just set the coordinates…" he trailed off and focused his attention on spinning dials, flipping switches, and showing off his flawless piloting skills. River rolled her eyes at his exaggerated movements. She could just have easily pushed a few choice buttons and landed them without a bump. But she sat back and let the Doctor do his thing; it gave her a bit of time to fix her makeup.
For once, the landing was a smooth(er) one. The Doctor snaps his fingers, and the doors swing open with a flourish. Even the TARDIS is on her best behavior for River Song that night.
The Doctor stuck out his arm invitingly, giving River one of his best smiles. "Shall we?"
River looped her arm around his, and placed her hand on his own. "We most certainly shall," she responded with a grin.
Together they advanced from the TARDIS interior to the destination outside. River gasped as she realized where the Doctor had taken them.
"Is this the Ice Rink of Klarklar?" she exclaimed. "I've always wanted to go here!" She flung her arms around the Doctor in a side-hug that nearly toppled him.
"No point in stand here gawking then, is there?" he queried. Grabbing a hold of her hand, he practically dragged her to the huge, glass entrance doors. A green-skinned alien in a red velvet suit was just locking them up for the night when the Doctor reached him.
"Sorry about the last-minute notice, but we've got reservations," the Doctor explained hurriedly, pulling out the psychic paper and sticking it in the alien's face. The doorkeeper glanced at it, then opened the doors and stepped to the side.
"Mr. Smith and Ms. Song," he said with a gesture. With a brief nod, the Doctor went inside, with River Song following close behind.
The two rushed to get their skates and step out onto the massive rink. The coating of ice on the pool was tainted silver (and it had nothing to do with lighting, the Doctor claimed). River spun and twirled and skated backwards. She laughed at the Doctor's attempts to execute a left turn that wasn't wobbly, and he flailed so that she was certain he was going to knock himself over.
Then, joining hands, they swept across the smooth, silvery surface, executing figure eights and other, simpler maneuvers. Sometime during their skate, the ceiling over their heads opened, revealing a clear night sky that glowed with the light of a million stars.
River came to stop, gazing upward at the pinpricks of cold light. The Doctor found himself staring at her face, illuminated by starlight and fringed with silver. He cleared his throat and adjusted his black bowtie.
"So…" he asked. "Do you like it?" River faced him, her eyes gleaming and her cheeks flushed.
"I love it!" she answered emphatically. Her golden curls trembled, as if they too were wriggling with uncontrollable, ecstatic energy.
The Doctor tentatively slid closer until their shoulders nearly brushed. Then, in a deliberate movement, he draped his arm around her, pulling her against his side. She sighed contentedly, making herself comfortable in her new position. The Doctor allowed his face to be buried in her hair; memorizing the scent of her shampoo and storing it away in his mind for future reference.
He was glad she had enjoyed it so much. There had always been that alternative option…
…But he shoved this thought away vehemently. He didn't want to think about that; not now. He forced the image of the two tickets lying on his bedroom floor to the back corner of his mind. Wouldn't have done any good for them to try going that night, anyway. He had called and canceled at the last minute.
He knew he couldn't run forever. A day would come when the reservation couldn't be put off, not for one moment longer. But today, thankfully, wasn't that day.
River Song snuggled closer to him, finding warmth and solace in being so near the man she loved. The Doctor, in turn, squeezed her hand a little tighter, reassuring her and himself that she was there with him.
Tonight, neither of them would be going anywhere.
Eleven/River stuff. Yay! This is my first time writing their relationship as something that was really, obviously romantic.
This whole Twelve-Days-of-Christmas prompt seems like it's turning into one long, extended experiment of sorts.
I'm probably never going to write something so dedicated and demanding ever again (until next Christmas, that is…)