A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait. Wow, we're at 25 chapters! : ) Thank you all for your support of my story and your ideas. I have a ton of ideas for future stories and I can't wait to use suggestions from you all, I've just been waiting to pull the right word so I can use them. Also, I mention something towards the end of this chapter that has to do with the last chapter. It's just a detail here, though, it doesn't have to do with the plot. Just thought I'd mention it in case anyone hasn't read the last chapter. Happy holidays! Enjoy! : )

25: Dance- to move the feet and body rhythmically, usually in time to music

River looked up when she heard the front door of her house open and close noisily. As the Doctor swaggered into her kitchen, she smiled.

"Hello, sweetie," she greeted.

"Hello dear! Isn't it a beautiful day outside? I think it's a wonderful day!"

Great, he's hyper, River thought as she got up from the kitchen table.

"I think," he continued before she had a chance to answer his question, "that we should go dancing! Come dancing with me River! I know just the place!"

"Now that sounds like fun! Anything would be more fun than grading these papers for the university. Give me two hours!"

With that she hurried upstairs to ready herself for their evening out. The Doctor, not needing to dress fancy or apply makeup, stood staring around his wife's house awkwardly, seemingly without anything to do. He sat down at the table and started looking through thesis papers written by college students.

"Interesting though," he muttered to himself while skimming one about a student's opinion on what happened to Earth's lost colony of Roanoke Island. He picked up another, but soon put it down. "Ugh- terrible grammar. And the facts are all wrong. Joan of Arc didn't actually die; I helped her escape."

After boring of the papers, he got up and walked to the fridge, opening it to close it after merely peering in at its contents. He then moved to the living room and sat down on the couch. Five seconds later, he started tapping his finger against his knee impatiently. Five seconds after that he sighed and looked out the window, watching a bird take flight from a tree in River's backyard. Another five seconds and the Doctor decided he couldn't take it anymore. River would just have to hurry up. There was no way he could wait another hour and fifty-seven minutes. Did she really need two hours to get ready anyway?

He made his way to the bedroom. "River, dear, can you please hurry? I'm bored out of my mind!"

"It's been three minutes," was his reply. She was standing in front of her dresser mirror, taking out makeup.

"But River, that's so long! I don't think I can wait much longer." He pouted at her, a puppy dog face that did nothing more than make her laugh.

"Then why don't you go build a bird house or something? I'm sure there's some wood in the shed somewhere; you know where the key is. You can use that sonic screwdriver of yours. Rassilon only knows it's good for nothing more than building things." Oh, how she enjoyed teasing him.

"Fine. That's what I'll do." He turned to leave. "Oh, and just so you know, that 'sonic screwdriver of mine' has gotten us out of loads of trouble."

Exactly one hour and fifty-seven minutes later River Song came downstairs, ready to leave. She walked outside to her back porch, where she found her husband sitting in the grass tinkering with some wood.

"I see you actually built a bird house," she said.

"What, you didn't think I would?" He sonicked the metal wires holding the wood together and held up his square object. She smiled at the hollowed-out object, observing that he had given it a landing pad and a light bulb that could be turned on with a bird-sized keypad.

"Nice. I'll hang it in the tree tomorrow."

He placed the bird house on the patio table and held out his hand for her. "Ready to go now?"

"Well… I think I may have forgotten…"

"River!"

"I'm just teasing! Yes, we can go now."

The Doctor led River through the doors of a huge ballroom filled with people. An orchestra was playing at the head of the room, alternating with a more modern band. People everywhere were dressed at their best, sporting gowns and colorful waistbands. The Doctor was in his everyday tweed and favorite blue bowtie. River, however, was dressed more fancily. She was wearing a long dark blue dress, perfectly fitted, with a black sash hugging her waist. There was a black diamond bracelet around her wrist and a jewel in her hair. To top it off, a dainty diamond engagement/wedding ring, the one the Doctor had given her, was worn on her left ring finger.

The Doctor smiled at her. "Would my beautiful wife like to dance?"

"I would love to."

He took her hand and led her onto the dance floor, placing his hands on her hips as she wrapped hers around his neck. They spun around the room together, laughing and smiling the entire time. When other exhausted dancers stopped to rest for a while before joining their partners back on the floor, the Doctor and River continued to dance.

A soft smile played at the Doctor's lips. Whenever the music would begin, he twirled her around the room, never once looking away from the woman locked into step with him. That was the thing about dancing. Their timelines were all wibbly wobbly and out of sync, but when they danced, they always moved together. If the other partygoers had known this, it may have cleared up their exclamations as to why the one mysterious couple did not stop dancing even once the entire night.

A/N: Let me know what you think of this one! I'm hoping to get the next chapter up sooner. I just pulled the next chapter's word, so as a sort of Christmas gift, I'm going to give you a hint at it: it's a vague type of store. : )