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frenchy_chicksTitle: Your First, My Last
Rating: FRT
Characters: the Doctor (10), River Song
Summary: In which River immediately kisses the Doctor upon seeing him at the Library, and the Doctor has no idea who she is.
Word count: 544
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish they were, but they're not.
Author's notes: This is part of my 50 prompts table, which I've just started.
The first time she’d kissed him, the Doctor had no idea who she was. She was all hair and extremely attractive, there was no denying that. But, he’d never seen her before, and she seemed to know everything about him. He already had too much to focus on, what with the Vashta Nerada having overridden the Library, and now he had more than just Donna to protect… he didn’t have time to figure out who this Professor River Song was on top of everything else.
He was busy trying to keep everyone safe, trying to figure out what to do and where to go when she came over to him, flipping through a book that looked suspiciously like his TARDIS, asking him whether they’d done the crash of the Byzantium, a picnic at Asgard… he’d heard of those places, yes, but he’d never been there, and certainly not with her… he’d remember. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Who are you? How do you know who I am, yet I’ve never seen you before? How is it you were able to send me a message on my psychic paper?” wondered.
River’s face fell and she closed her book, holding it to her chest. “You don’t know me. I was right, this is very early for you… we haven’t even met yet,” she said sadly.
“Haven’t met yet? What are you talking about? I’ll ask you again. Who. Are. You?” he demanded.
River shook her head and took a step backwards. “Spoilers,” she muttered.
The Doctor was confused. She knew him but was refusing to tell him what their connection was. And he wasn’t exactly the type of person who forgot a face – not at his age. He also wasn’t used to people keeping things from him.
“I need to know who you are. Please. When you kissed me…” he looked around to make sure nobody was listening in, “you kissed me in a way I haven’t been kissed in a long, long time. You know me, and as more than just a friend.”
River smiled softly and cupped the Doctors cheek. His skin was soft under her hand and his eyes… those same eyes, no matter what color they were. They were so much younger than she’d ever seen them. Leaning in, River kissed him, gently, with just as much love for him as any other time she’d kissed him. With this second kiss, the Doctor responded, kissing her back, and did she feel a tongue peak out to lick across her bottom lip? It was almost like old times, despite this regeneration of the Doctor not knowing who she was at all. When she pulled back, the Doctor still had that confused looked on his face, albeit his eyes had glazed over with lust.
“Who are you,” he breathed.
Grinning, River stroked her finger over the Doctor’s lips and tapped the tip of his nose. “Spoilers,” she cooed, winking.
The Doctor watched as River turned and walked back towards the main group. He was no closer to figuring out who she was than he’d been when they first met. Smoothing his hand over his hair, the Doctor straightened his tie and cleared his throat. “I have got to find out who she is.”
END
Rating: FRT
Characters: the Doctor (10), River Song
Summary: In which River immediately kisses the Doctor upon seeing him at the Library, and the Doctor has no idea who she is.
Word count: 544
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish they were, but they're not.
Author's notes: This is part of my 50 prompts table, which I've just started.
The first time she’d kissed him, the Doctor had no idea who she was. She was all hair and extremely attractive, there was no denying that. But, he’d never seen her before, and she seemed to know everything about him. He already had too much to focus on, what with the Vashta Nerada having overridden the Library, and now he had more than just Donna to protect… he didn’t have time to figure out who this Professor River Song was on top of everything else.
He was busy trying to keep everyone safe, trying to figure out what to do and where to go when she came over to him, flipping through a book that looked suspiciously like his TARDIS, asking him whether they’d done the crash of the Byzantium, a picnic at Asgard… he’d heard of those places, yes, but he’d never been there, and certainly not with her… he’d remember. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Who are you? How do you know who I am, yet I’ve never seen you before? How is it you were able to send me a message on my psychic paper?” wondered.
River’s face fell and she closed her book, holding it to her chest. “You don’t know me. I was right, this is very early for you… we haven’t even met yet,” she said sadly.
“Haven’t met yet? What are you talking about? I’ll ask you again. Who. Are. You?” he demanded.
River shook her head and took a step backwards. “Spoilers,” she muttered.
The Doctor was confused. She knew him but was refusing to tell him what their connection was. And he wasn’t exactly the type of person who forgot a face – not at his age. He also wasn’t used to people keeping things from him.
“I need to know who you are. Please. When you kissed me…” he looked around to make sure nobody was listening in, “you kissed me in a way I haven’t been kissed in a long, long time. You know me, and as more than just a friend.”
River smiled softly and cupped the Doctors cheek. His skin was soft under her hand and his eyes… those same eyes, no matter what color they were. They were so much younger than she’d ever seen them. Leaning in, River kissed him, gently, with just as much love for him as any other time she’d kissed him. With this second kiss, the Doctor responded, kissing her back, and did she feel a tongue peak out to lick across her bottom lip? It was almost like old times, despite this regeneration of the Doctor not knowing who she was at all. When she pulled back, the Doctor still had that confused looked on his face, albeit his eyes had glazed over with lust.
“Who are you,” he breathed.
Grinning, River stroked her finger over the Doctor’s lips and tapped the tip of his nose. “Spoilers,” she cooed, winking.
The Doctor watched as River turned and walked back towards the main group. He was no closer to figuring out who she was than he’d been when they first met. Smoothing his hand over his hair, the Doctor straightened his tie and cleared his throat. “I have got to find out who she is.”
END
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