River Song: Hello Sweetie

Drops Of Jupiter

Drops Of Jupiter

The Doctor fiddles with his bow tie impatiently as he waits for his visitor to arrive. "Hello Sweetie." A sultry voice coos. He beams as he spins around. "River! You got my message, yeah?" "It had better be important, I was in the middle of my vacation." The Doctor gasps, his hand reaching to clutch one of his hearts. "You went on vacation without me?" River smirks, sashays up to him, and pecks him on the cheek placatingly. "I went to Jupiter, Sweetie, you know how they feel about you there." "How was I supposed to know the Monarch's wife was flirting with me and not actually talking about the weather?" River laughs. "Sweetie, you can't be that oblivious." "I was! Wait, I'm not-" River interrupts him by kissing him, he hums against her mouth. "Mmm..you taste like sunshine." He says dazedly. "You are making less sense than usual." "I make perfect sense! Perhaps you just aren't listening carefully enough." He teases lightly, River scoffs. "I listen better than you." "Oi! I'm a good listener!" The Doctor cries indignantly. "I'm just better at talking!" River chuckles and pulls at his braces, he falls onto her lips. His hands wander as he kisses her, ruby red drops of crystals are woven in her golden strands of hair. "What are these?" He asks, distracted. She sighs and pulls away from him. "A gift." "From who?" "Didn't you have something you needed me for?" She asks, changing the subject. The Doctor pulls at one of her curls, gives her a knowing look, but goes along with it nonetheless. "Ah, yes. First, time lines. When are we for you? Have we done Area 52?" River nods as she pulls out her blue book from the folds of her dress. "We just did Azaba for me." "Oh, good." The Doctor claps his hands once in glee and kisses River again. "Hello, wife." He says contentedly. "Hello, husband." She replies, just as happily. "Now, what was it you messaged me for?" The Doctor blushes and scratches the back of his neck. "Well, I was helping a younger you find yourself, and then you told me I couldn't cook!" River's eyes flash and the Doctor speaks faster. "I know, it seems silly now, but it was important then, plus, it's nice to see an older you-not that you're old! I just meant-" River's laugh stops his panicked rambles. "Really, Sweetie? You called me to teach you to cook for a younger me?" She smiles at his flustered countenance. The Doctor huffs but his sheepish grin gives him away. "Bless." She kisses him lightly, her hands smoothing his lapels and her lips soothing his frazzled nerves. "Are you going to help me or not?" He mumbles against her mouth. "Of course, Sweetie." She walks away farther into the Tardis and the Doctor stares at her back in befuddlement. "Where are you going?" "To change. I'm not cooking in this." The Doctor gives her outfit a closer than usual look, she's wearing a long orange sundress with a plunging neckline. "Why not?" River shakes her head, her features showing both exasperation and fondness. "Because I hardly look appropriate for cooking." "Nonsense." The Doctor says. "You look amazing." "You sentimental idiot." River saunters off, disappearing down the brightly lit halls. "If you're not back in fifteen minutes, I'm coming after you!" The Doctor calls after her. "I'm looking forward to it."

The Doctor is in the second kitchen, searching for all the ingredients to make breakfast. He had almost everything, he figured, now if he could just find the milk... "It's behind that ridiculously big bowl of custard you insist on keeping in every kitchen." River's voice says behind him. "It's not ridiculous," he mutters. "It's necessary." He glances over to her, starts, and bonks his head on the cupboard door. "Ow! River, what are you wearing?" She looks at him in bewilderment, he looks at her in shocked appreciation, covered up by a thin layer of horror. "Yoga pants and a tank top, Sweetie. Why?" "Never mind." He mumbles. "I just didn't expect them to be so...tight." "Do you want me to change again?" "No! No, not at all! I just wasn't expecting.." He hears the humor laced within her words and stops. He pokes her lightly in the abdomen and scowls at her chuckle. "Be nice to me, woman, I'm making you breakfast." "Oh, is that what this is?" She turns to the mess on the counter. "Well, not yet. We still don't have the milk." "I'll get it." She opens up the refrigerator and bends over to grab the carton. The Doctor gulps. River smirks, straightens up, and leans into her blushing husband. "Liking what you see?" "Now, now," he says, his words fumbling over themselves. "Let's not get sidetracked, we've got some cooking to do." River traces light circles on the fabric of his shirt and he forgets to breathe, let alone make food. "Oh, what's a little procrastination?" She murmurs, her lips fractions away from his. Her breath is light while the Doctor's gets increasingly heavier. It doesn't help that she's playing with his belt loops. "Good idea. After all, why do today what you could do tomorrow?" "Precisely." He opens his mouth to add something else, but it is quickly covered by River's. He can't say that he minds.