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who_contestTitle: Needs
Rating: T for suggestiveness
Word Count: 404 words
Characters: River Song, Twelfth Doctor
Spoilers: None
Warnings: N/A
Summary: River is alone with a new version of her husband, but she misses the romance.
River wrapped herself tighter around the blanket, her brown hair strewn around her face. Cold air threatened to freeze her bones, but the Doctor had managed to buy some blankets,, and they were working. The TARDIS had been "misplaced", in the Doctor's words, so they were homeless right now. This wasn't the first time it had happened to them, but it was the first time with this Doctor.
Normally, with the last incarnation, River would have tugged at the Doctor's bow tie, and whispering words into his ear to make him blush. Then, just in case he was being particularly thick today, kissed him right next to his lips, and let him follow her lead from there. But this Doctor wasn't like that. He didn't seem to notice her signals, or be touchy-feely in the same way. It was frustrating, but especially frustrating on a cold night on an empty street. A woman has needs, after all.
The Doctor's eyes suddenly swiveled from the street to River. Apparently, he somehow noticed her looking at him, even though he had been looking the other way, and asked "You're staring. Is something wrong?"
River shook her head. It didn't make sense to complain about how the Doctor was now. He didn't pick his form, and she still loved him. If anything, she loved this more mature version of him even more.
The Doctor nodded, and looked back at the street. Rain began to pour from the clouds, making the city sparkle. Without anyone else in it, it felt like a private place, like it belonged to only the two of them.
"Do you want to be romantic?" said the Doctor, the same way someone might ask "Do you want to go get coffee?"
"I thought you weren't the romantic type," said River.
A frown spread over the Doctor's face, and he replied "Oh, I'm not. But I remember when I used to be. I figured you might miss it."
River paused, and leaned closer to her husband, saying "I wouldn't mind cuddling. If you could tolerate it."
"I suppose I could tolerate it a few minutes, for you," said the Doctor. He winked at her.
Slowly, she approched him, and cautiously hooked and arm around him. After a few minutes, he recipocrated. She rested her head in his white hair, feeling his warmth seep past her clothes and into her skin. After a while, he hooked an arm around her neck. It wasn't quite like before, but it was good enough for now.
Rating: T for suggestiveness
Word Count: 404 words
Characters: River Song, Twelfth Doctor
Spoilers: None
Warnings: N/A
Summary: River is alone with a new version of her husband, but she misses the romance.
River wrapped herself tighter around the blanket, her brown hair strewn around her face. Cold air threatened to freeze her bones, but the Doctor had managed to buy some blankets,, and they were working. The TARDIS had been "misplaced", in the Doctor's words, so they were homeless right now. This wasn't the first time it had happened to them, but it was the first time with this Doctor.
Normally, with the last incarnation, River would have tugged at the Doctor's bow tie, and whispering words into his ear to make him blush. Then, just in case he was being particularly thick today, kissed him right next to his lips, and let him follow her lead from there. But this Doctor wasn't like that. He didn't seem to notice her signals, or be touchy-feely in the same way. It was frustrating, but especially frustrating on a cold night on an empty street. A woman has needs, after all.
The Doctor's eyes suddenly swiveled from the street to River. Apparently, he somehow noticed her looking at him, even though he had been looking the other way, and asked "You're staring. Is something wrong?"
River shook her head. It didn't make sense to complain about how the Doctor was now. He didn't pick his form, and she still loved him. If anything, she loved this more mature version of him even more.
The Doctor nodded, and looked back at the street. Rain began to pour from the clouds, making the city sparkle. Without anyone else in it, it felt like a private place, like it belonged to only the two of them.
"Do you want to be romantic?" said the Doctor, the same way someone might ask "Do you want to go get coffee?"
"I thought you weren't the romantic type," said River.
A frown spread over the Doctor's face, and he replied "Oh, I'm not. But I remember when I used to be. I figured you might miss it."
River paused, and leaned closer to her husband, saying "I wouldn't mind cuddling. If you could tolerate it."
"I suppose I could tolerate it a few minutes, for you," said the Doctor. He winked at her.
Slowly, she approched him, and cautiously hooked and arm around him. After a few minutes, he recipocrated. She rested her head in his white hair, feeling his warmth seep past her clothes and into her skin. After a while, he hooked an arm around her neck. It wasn't quite like before, but it was good enough for now.
