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Doctor Who, "Balm" River Song x The Doctor (12) | rated PG
Fandom: Doctor Who
Title: Balm
Author: paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: River Song, The Doctor (Twelve), River x the Doctor
Rated: PG
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: Up until "Kill the Moon" for Series 8.
Notes: Written for the "accent" drabble challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: He comes when he needs her.
She heard his footsteps approaching her cell, but immediately River knew something was different.
“I wondered when you’d come,” she’d said as he’d approached her cell. Her eyes raked over him, slowly traveling from the long expanse of his dark pants and up his suit jacket. She’d noticed the crimson lining of his coat, realizing her Doctor - in his new incarnation - appreciated subtlety.
She noted the short gray hair and the weathered lines of his face, accented by his smooth smile. She met his eyes, and she saw a familiar loneliness and sadness. She’d sensed something else about him, a darkness that made her shudder once his hand closed over hers against the prison bars.
“Let’s go somewhere,” he said, his voice thick with a Scottish lilt. Well, that was new, she thought.
“Missed me, didn’t you?” she asked with a sultry smile. She wanted to explore him, to get to know him all over again in this new body. Her Doctor, but something was different. This version felt more removed than ever before.
“I probably shouldn’t be here, but Clara…”
“Ah, companion problems,” she said. “So this is where you come when you’re sulking.”
“Yes, but perhaps I shouldn’t,” he said. Their fingers still entwined against the bars, and miraculously, they were stuck in a silence of the prison. No alarms dared interrupt them. No one braved to disturb them.
She said, “You always should, even when you know it’s dangerous. I’m afraid for you, sweetie. I don’t want you traveling alone.”
He let out a rueful laugh. Emotions were barricaded tightly behind his gruff expression and imposing stature. However, River Song wasn’t fooled. She remembered times where he would break down in her arms, wrapped together in only their warmth. Memories saturated his bones, and lifetimes - his and his companions - had haunted him like heavy ghosts.
She was a balm to his sores, a quell to his storms.
Letting go of his touch, she stood back and gathered her bag and coat. “Alright then, it’s a date.”
She watched as he released her from her cell with his sonic screwdriver. He held out his hand to lead her to the welcoming TARDIS. Grasping his hand, she smiled, and in one swift motion, she pulled him down close, capturing his lips.
He groaned with protest, but as expected, he fell into it, melted and satiated. His new lips still fit nicely, and his ardor never wavered, breaking through a wall that she’d assumed he’d built around himself.
“Now, how about we go shopping in 1940’s Paris?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, taking her arm. She snapped her fingers and the TARDIS doors opened.
She turned to him and smiled brightly into his relieved face. His initial gruff demeanor was starting to soften.
“You know, I rather like your new face,” she said. “The eyebrows are a little imposing, but at least I don’t appear as the older woman in the relationship anymore.”
END
Title: Balm
Author: paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: River Song, The Doctor (Twelve), River x the Doctor
Rated: PG
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: Up until "Kill the Moon" for Series 8.
Notes: Written for the "accent" drabble challenge at
who_contest. Summary: He comes when he needs her.
She heard his footsteps approaching her cell, but immediately River knew something was different.
“I wondered when you’d come,” she’d said as he’d approached her cell. Her eyes raked over him, slowly traveling from the long expanse of his dark pants and up his suit jacket. She’d noticed the crimson lining of his coat, realizing her Doctor - in his new incarnation - appreciated subtlety.
She noted the short gray hair and the weathered lines of his face, accented by his smooth smile. She met his eyes, and she saw a familiar loneliness and sadness. She’d sensed something else about him, a darkness that made her shudder once his hand closed over hers against the prison bars.
“Let’s go somewhere,” he said, his voice thick with a Scottish lilt. Well, that was new, she thought.
“Missed me, didn’t you?” she asked with a sultry smile. She wanted to explore him, to get to know him all over again in this new body. Her Doctor, but something was different. This version felt more removed than ever before.
“I probably shouldn’t be here, but Clara…”
“Ah, companion problems,” she said. “So this is where you come when you’re sulking.”
“Yes, but perhaps I shouldn’t,” he said. Their fingers still entwined against the bars, and miraculously, they were stuck in a silence of the prison. No alarms dared interrupt them. No one braved to disturb them.
She said, “You always should, even when you know it’s dangerous. I’m afraid for you, sweetie. I don’t want you traveling alone.”
He let out a rueful laugh. Emotions were barricaded tightly behind his gruff expression and imposing stature. However, River Song wasn’t fooled. She remembered times where he would break down in her arms, wrapped together in only their warmth. Memories saturated his bones, and lifetimes - his and his companions - had haunted him like heavy ghosts.
She was a balm to his sores, a quell to his storms.
Letting go of his touch, she stood back and gathered her bag and coat. “Alright then, it’s a date.”
She watched as he released her from her cell with his sonic screwdriver. He held out his hand to lead her to the welcoming TARDIS. Grasping his hand, she smiled, and in one swift motion, she pulled him down close, capturing his lips.
He groaned with protest, but as expected, he fell into it, melted and satiated. His new lips still fit nicely, and his ardor never wavered, breaking through a wall that she’d assumed he’d built around himself.
“Now, how about we go shopping in 1940’s Paris?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, taking her arm. She snapped her fingers and the TARDIS doors opened.
She turned to him and smiled brightly into his relieved face. His initial gruff demeanor was starting to soften.
“You know, I rather like your new face,” she said. “The eyebrows are a little imposing, but at least I don’t appear as the older woman in the relationship anymore.”
END