Yowzah Oneshot Collection (3)

76(M)

the happy meeting of the immovable object and the irresistible force

             areyoumarriedriver

“Care for a dance?”

She’s standing out in the garden, deep in shadows while she watches the party through the windows. The swirling lights and her parents dancing – just so in love and happy. And the Doctor. She smiles at the sight of him gathering a crowd of small children on the dance floor. “Cutting it a bit dangerously fine even for you, aren’t you my love?” She arches a brow and turns to see him leaning against the ivy encrusted fencing, wearing his usual tweed and bowtie and a grin on his face.

“Ah well, I happen to know no one in there comes out here at all. Foreknowledge you know – at times it can be a terrible thing, and then other times you think to yourself ‘what did my wife do for those hours while she waited?’  and ah! Sudden window of opportunity, dear.” He is grinning and she smiles fully back – it feels like so long since she’s seen him. Proper him – she cannot seem to contain the joy within at the sight of his smug grin.

“Yes, well, all the same, no need to be in full view of the windows, sweetie.” She points out, walking up to him and snagging the sleeve of his tweed before dragging him along the fence until they can move behind it. There is an empty churchyard at their backs now and she pulls him against her, her arms around his neck as his hands wind through her hair with ease.

“Did you enjoy the wedding?” His voice is soft and they can hear the music from the hall spilling across the night air, so he pulls her against him properly, folding his hand around hers, his other arm disentangling from her hair to snake around her waist. They aren’t moving much, but there is a sway to their bodies, and she can feel his double heartbeats over hers.

It’s close enough.

“It’s nice to see them so happy. So in love.” She smiles softly and he looks down at her with amusement. “And of course, it’s nice to see you happy, too. When you’re not staring a hole into the cover of my diary, that is.” She slaps his shoulder lightly and he laughs, his whole face lighting up.

“Oh you’ve no idea how tempting it was. There in my possession, full of all kinds of secrets.” He brings his face closer to hers as he whispers and she laughs quietly.

“Are you telling me you didn’t look? Maybe you really came to distract me, my love, while your younger self gives in to temptation.”

“Maybe I did.” He has danced them to the fence, pressing her against it, his hips pushing into hers as his face tilts ever closer. She licks her lips in anticipation and he smiles. “Are you going to do anything about it?”

Her hands slide up into his hair and she pulls his mouth to hers, kissing him with a hunger she wasn’t aware had possessed her. The ache was just so constant now, it was almost unnoticeable. But as her mouth opens under his and his tongue slides in with practised ease, she feels tears in her eyes. Her arms grow heavy and she drops them slightly to rest against his shoulders. She clutches him to her while his hands slide down over her jacket, petting the faux fur as he moans into her mouth, his fingers tightening around her waist.

When she pulls back she is short of breath and his hair is mussed slightly, his face flushed and his eyes dark and wide on her. “Oh, I’ve missed you.” She whispers her confession in a barely audible voice and he hugs her against him, his face dropping into her hair, where he presses kisses gently.

“Oh, River – I was so hard on you now, wasn’t I? Hush, it’s okay. It will be okay – I’m not going to leave you deal with him alone you know.” He whispers the promise into her curls and she takes a deep breath.