Despite his boyish exterior, the Doctor was not a boy. Most people refused to see below the surface...
He wasn't a boy. That's what most people couldn't see.
He was adorable. With that little boy mouth, and those innocent eyes. His twirly joy in fezzes and bowties and fascination with new experiences and enthusiasm with which he'd grab a companion's hand and drag them off to show them something exciting.
But he wasn't a boy.
River had seen him in all different moods. And she'd seen him when companions and other people weren't around.
It was true, he did have boundless enthusiasm for the universe. For everything, no matter how big or smal
Dinner for Two, or Three by Betawhofic, literature
Literature
Dinner for Two, or Three
What must the Doctor and River's life look like, looking from the outside in? Martha comes to dinner.
"And it just blew up!" the Doctor threw his hands into the air with an exasperated "Spooshing" motion.
"It was a controlled detonation, Sweetie," River said as she walked past him.
He turned and glared at her, "Oi, who's telling it?!"
She shrugged, "Fine, Sweetie, but you're telling it wrong."
The Doctor turned back around and glared grumpily at Martha. "Spoosh!" he said again, his hands expanding. The motion half hidden from his wife by his body.
Martha grinned and bit her lips, staring at that young, mobile face. She'd been invited in
River could regenerate, she had the same temporal nature as him, she was connected to the Tardis, she was smart, and wild, and brave...
“Does it bother you?” the Doctor asked.
“What?” River said.
“That you were literally made for me,” the look in his eyes was vulnerable, anxious.
She laughed and cupped his cheek. “Where did you get that idea, Sweetie?”
“Well, I mean, it’s not like you had a choice,” he said, biting his lip, giving her a big eyed look.
She shook her head. “Oh, my love, it was entirely my choice.” She shook her head again before he could interru
There's nothing quite like River Song in zero gravity...
He loved River in zero g. She was so... bouncy.
No gravity to drag down her hair, no gravity to drag down anything. All her curves were curvier, all her curls were curlier. And frankly, only River would wear a dress in zero gravity...
"Getting an eyeful, Sweetie?" she called down to him, smirking.
"What? No!" He tore his gaze away, keeping it forward. He'd actually been staring at the tempting little ankle bracelet that flirted around her pretty ankle.
He blushed bright red. She trilled happily.
"River Song! For shame!" he called up to her. "What would your father think?"
"Father
Good Things Come to He Who Waits by Betawhofic, literature
Literature
Good Things Come to He Who Waits
The Doctor emerged from the depths of River’s kiss with a deep, shuddering breath. He opened his eyes and blinked at her, his eyes so dilated he could barely see.
She smiled up at him, flushed, glowing. His wife. His hearts flipped over in his chest.
“Hello, Sweetie.” her voice was warm and throaty. His hearts started going pitty-pat.
Her arms were wrapped around him, firm but gentle. She laid her head on his shoulder. He felt the warmth of her, the trust of her, and his whole body stiffened with terror and yet flowed like honey. He slid his arms around her.
Sometimes the hugest, most important thing in the world, could
One thing married couples have to do, is learn to interpret each other's grunts...
River pulled down the sheet that covered her face and looked up, bleary-eyed, at the Doctor looming over her in her cell.
"Unh!" She glared at him.
"Did you just grunt at me?" he asked.
She grunted again.
The Doctor grinned like a little boy who'd just discovered his dog could talk. He bounced on his toes and beamed at her. She gave him a dirty look and scrubbed her hands over her weary face and into her tangled hair.
Resigned, she flung aside her prison issue blanket and swung her feet to the floor. She sat up, then hunched over with her face in her han