River Song: Hello Sweetie

Promises, Prom Misses

Promises, Prom Misses
The night has stretched on for quite a while, even the moon is yawning as a couple walks in its silvery light. "River, I'm sorry." The tall, gangly man says. "I didn't know this would happen." He finishes, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his eyes staring anxiously at the woman's impassive face. "Mmhmm." "I didn't! Slip ups do happen you know." "Mmhmm." He scowls at her and looks down at his shoes, kicking at a stray rock. "You're not being fair." He says sulkily. "Oh, I'm not being fair, I think I'm being more than fair!" "It was an accident." He insists. "I should've never let you drive." River mutters. "Oi, don't bring my driving into this, my driving is perfect." She actually snorts at that. "Doctor, because of your driving, we are in Hathory, the planet where dancing is, of course, illegal. We were thrown in prison, they confiscated my gun, I was doused with water for my curly hair," she stops her rant for a moment to pat her slowly drying hair. The Doctor thinks she looks absolutely adorable with her frizz, but he's smart enough to not say anything. "And I broke my favorite heels!" "Well I-I... I got my drink stolen!" He says, trying to one up her, and failing. She walks faster in her bare feet and throws him a glare over her shoulder. "Poor Sweetie," her sarcasm is practically palpable. "Got your drink stolen. How tragic. I drank your wine." "Why would you do that?" He gasps, hands on his hearts as though she'd wounded him. "Because it was particularly good wine and I hated to see you spit it on the floor." "I would never." He says, affronted. She shakes her head, silence settles between them. They come to a stop before a blue box, their Tardis. The Doctor clears his throat and laces his fingers with River's. "I really am sorry, date night wasn't supposed to end up like this." She softens, sighing as he kisses her hand. She cups his baby face with her free hand. "I know Sweetie. It's ok." Her lips twitch in a smile and pats his cheek. "Just let me drive next time." He huffs and pulls her back against his chest. She leans her head back as he kisses her shoulder. "I'll get it right, we will go dancing, proper dancing, next date. No running, no interruptions. Just you, me, and the music." "Promises, promises." She teases. He turns her around and kisses her soundly on the lips. She hums, and pulls him with a yank into the Tardis.

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"Good morning everybody." River says to her sleepy audience. "Morning Professor." Comes their mumbled reply. She turns to the wall's chalkboard, pushing the sliding screen to the side. "Today, we're starting on the-" she stops. Students titter. On the board, where River's lecture points were supposed to be written, there was a note scrawled in blue-colored chalk. "Crazy hot professor, it's date night. Bring your dancing shoes, leave the gun."

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"Sweetie. No." River says. "Yes." The Doctor says, a gleam in his eyes and a boyish grin on his lips. "No!" "Please?" "I'm not going in there." "You're the one who was so set upon dancing." He reminds her. "I didn't mean I wanted to crash some high school's prom." She hisses between her teeth. He scoffs. "Crashing is practically our thing." "Well, we're not crashing this. Especially as I didn't even crash my own." She mutters, the Doctor's face falls a bit. "You never went to prom?" She sighs. "Didn't want to. Rory and Amy were sure to be sucking face the whole time, and those dresses weren't for me. I was busy anyway." He notices her beautiful eyes are darkened with the memories she won't speak of, and he knows it's more than that. "Training?" He asks weakly, she smirks and pulls at his ever present braces. "Well, it most certainly wasn't because I couldn't find a date." He huffs at that, she fixes his bow tie. "Just one dance?" He asks. "Everyone needs to have a story about dancing at prom, even the illustrious Professor River Song." She kisses him. He flails, taken aback, before he enthusiastically responds. They fall into the bushes, a prom passes them by.

They're dancing, well, swaying in the high school's gym. A sweeping janitor is their only audience, his out of tune whistling their music. River's heels are in her hand, digging into the Doctor's back. He doesn't complain. His bow tie hangs limply down his shirt, skin peeps out of the half-unbuttoned cloth. River's lipstick long since smeared off, her curls mussed, a puff of gold. She looks beautiful, sparkling in the multicolored light scattered from a tired disco ball. "You're twinkly." He murmurs in her ear, her arms tighten round his neck. "Flatterer. You've already gotten lucky, mister. There's no need for such pretty words." He smiles. "I am lucky." He agrees. "And don't you forget it." He laughs and pulls back a bit to bop her nose. She lightly nips his finger. "You're so shameless." "Mm." She hums in contentment. "So, how did you like your first prom?" "It was...unexpected." "But you liked it?" She kisses him lightly on his chin. "I did." He grins smugly and bounces lightly on his toes. "I knew it!" She tugs lightly at the hair on his neck. "Don't spoil the mood." He chuckles and squishes her slightly in his arms. "River," he says softer. "We missed most of this prom, well, except for all those students needing to puke in the bushes," she laughs, a happy sound that fills up his chest and curls up there. "But-well-" "Husband, spit it out." "Yes, wife. Wife?" "Mhm?" "You're my prom queen." She kisses him, she tastes of terrible, cheap, probably spiked fruit punch and happiness. He sighs as they pull apart to breathe. "So I take it I'm your prom king?" He asks, his eyes light and teasing. "Yes. Now shut up and dance with me." "Bossy." "You love it." "Hmph. I can be the boss too, you know." "Of course you can." "I can! I'll prove it." "Promises, promises."