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Hotel: How to tame a Time Lord (Closed)
It was one of those cheap one hour hotels, the kind that had a rather seedy reputation. However, it was obvious that these two star crossed lovers needed a private place to discuss certain things. First of all, they needed to catch up on where exactly they were within each other's perspective time line. Second of all, she felt sure the Doctor was going to be cross with her for bundling their little 'inspector' routine at the clock shop. To be honest, River had known that it would only be a matter of time before they crossed paths. What confused her was the fact that there was already another version of the Doctor walking around the ship. That should have been impossible. So it was possible that the one she'd met during her podpop was an imposter.
Either way, she stood by his side as they made arrangements for the hotel room. It was all good fun, running her fingertips along his arm, giggling and winking flirtatiously like they were a perfectly normal couple about to put the hotel bed to good use. The funnest part? Listening to the Doctor's voice rise higher in pitch as she let her fingertips trace some rather raunchy words in Old High Gallifreyan over his arm and knuckles where her hand grasped his. Trust River Song to abuse such a powerful, ancient language.
"Thanks ever so much."
With a saucy little wink, River blew a kiss to the bellhop and they were soon on their merry way to their room.
As soon as the door slid shut behind them, however, her little game moved to an abrupt end. Before he could even blink, she had her familiar blue diary out and was already flipping through the pages leisurely, like she'd done this a hundred times before. "Now, where are we? You've got that baby-face so early days still?"
Either way, she stood by his side as they made arrangements for the hotel room. It was all good fun, running her fingertips along his arm, giggling and winking flirtatiously like they were a perfectly normal couple about to put the hotel bed to good use. The funnest part? Listening to the Doctor's voice rise higher in pitch as she let her fingertips trace some rather raunchy words in Old High Gallifreyan over his arm and knuckles where her hand grasped his. Trust River Song to abuse such a powerful, ancient language.
"Thanks ever so much."
With a saucy little wink, River blew a kiss to the bellhop and they were soon on their merry way to their room.
As soon as the door slid shut behind them, however, her little game moved to an abrupt end. Before he could even blink, she had her familiar blue diary out and was already flipping through the pages leisurely, like she'd done this a hundred times before. "Now, where are we? You've got that baby-face so early days still?"