[ River has been rather suspicious of the means they have for bringing them all here ever since she found herself pulled from The Library with two beating hearts and a physical presence. But she doesn't want to question it having brought him back, doesn't want to feel the desperate ache in her chest at his absence.
And it's so nice to have his hand tangled up with hers, she nearly misses the fact he's started talking again. ]
The stars were beautiful.
[ Truth is, she'd hardly looked at the stars at all that night. She'd been too busy watching him, the way the starlight played across his features and his face lit up with delight.
She leans in, burying her face against his neck. ]
[ The Doctor’s smile veers mischievous and just this side of cheeky, already concocting a few fun little ideas in his head based on the ingredients he knows are hidden in the pantry. It’ll be quick, of course, wouldn’t want to waste any time, and it’d likely be a whole lot of sweet too — but for River, he would make sure to have an assortment. A little savoury, a little delightfully alien, just the way they like it.
But he wraps his arms around her properly for now, gathering her close. ]
[ She smiles, leaning into him as she laughs. He's ridiculous, but he's hers. Partly anyway. And she can accept that. She always has. ]
I wouldn't miss it.
[ Whatever he tries to feed her.
She lingers in his arms a moment longer, breathing in the quiet, and when she finally pulls away it's with another gentle kiss and the warm promise of, 'I'll see you later.' But it isn't goodbye, and she thinks maybe they're both a little more grateful for that than they were before. ]
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And it's so nice to have his hand tangled up with hers, she nearly misses the fact he's started talking again. ]
The stars were beautiful.
[ Truth is, she'd hardly looked at the stars at all that night. She'd been too busy watching him, the way the starlight played across his features and his face lit up with delight.
She leans in, burying her face against his neck. ]
Try not to get too creative.
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[ The Doctor’s smile veers mischievous and just this side of cheeky, already concocting a few fun little ideas in his head based on the ingredients he knows are hidden in the pantry. It’ll be quick, of course, wouldn’t want to waste any time, and it’d likely be a whole lot of sweet too — but for River, he would make sure to have an assortment. A little savoury, a little delightfully alien, just the way they like it.
But he wraps his arms around her properly for now, gathering her close. ]
Meet me in the sunlight room?
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I wouldn't miss it.
[ Whatever he tries to feed her.
She lingers in his arms a moment longer, breathing in the quiet, and when she finally pulls away it's with another gentle kiss and the warm promise of, 'I'll see you later.' But it isn't goodbye, and she thinks maybe they're both a little more grateful for that than they were before. ]