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Jan. 9th, 2016 11:57 amLove and Kisses
By kira
For paynesgrey… Happy Holidays!
“Hello, Sweetie,” River Song said, her lips curving upwards in a cheeky smile.
“Hello, River,” the Doctor replied. He gave her a brief bittersweet smile.
“It’s good to see you again.” She reached up and fussed with his bowtie, before smoothing the lines of his tweed jacket. River glanced up, taking note of the mistletoe that hung above him. Her smile morphed into a smirk and she chuckled at the look of surprise on his face.
“You too… And what are you so happy about?” The Doctor frowned. She was up to something, he could feel it, but he had no idea what and that bothered him.
“Nothing…” River slid her hands up his jacket and around his neck, pulling him close. Her eyes twinkling with mischief as she gazed up into his eyes, she murmured, “Merry Christmas…”
“Merry Christmas… Oh, River!” was all he managed to say not that he minded when his lips met hers.
They stood under the mistletoe, kissing like there was no tomorrow, because for them, there really could be no tomorrow, or a thousand of them. It was hard to tell, but they would take each one as it came and treasure it always.
By kira
For paynesgrey… Happy Holidays!
“Hello, Sweetie,” River Song said, her lips curving upwards in a cheeky smile.
“Hello, River,” the Doctor replied. He gave her a brief bittersweet smile.
“It’s good to see you again.” She reached up and fussed with his bowtie, before smoothing the lines of his tweed jacket. River glanced up, taking note of the mistletoe that hung above him. Her smile morphed into a smirk and she chuckled at the look of surprise on his face.
“You too… And what are you so happy about?” The Doctor frowned. She was up to something, he could feel it, but he had no idea what and that bothered him.
“Nothing…” River slid her hands up his jacket and around his neck, pulling him close. Her eyes twinkling with mischief as she gazed up into his eyes, she murmured, “Merry Christmas…”
“Merry Christmas… Oh, River!” was all he managed to say not that he minded when his lips met hers.
They stood under the mistletoe, kissing like there was no tomorrow, because for them, there really could be no tomorrow, or a thousand of them. It was hard to tell, but they would take each one as it came and treasure it always.
