fanfiction: Are You Married?
Are You Married?, River/Eleven, PG, short sketch fanfic 'cause... I could. This isn't meant to be taken too seriously, just in fun (which is why I didn't proofread it and won't be posting to any comms)
“This is what, the fourth time you’ve asked me to marry you?” she asks, voice laden with amusement.
“Well,” he says, a little sulky, “not on purpose. You keep misconstruing things I say. Besides, it’s not as if you ever say ‘no.’”
“Don’t worry, I’ll start saying no when you get closer to my first meeting with you. It keeps things interesting.”
He huffs loudly in irritation and she smiles at him.
“Say, sweetie,” she says, sliding close to him on the bench, so that their thighs are just barely brushing.
“What.” It isn’t a question, and he slides away from her, but not far.
“When are you going to start meaning it?” she asks.
“River, are you married?” he asks in return, a familiar, ridiculous deflection of the question.
“Are we going to do this again?”
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Doctor Who and I am not making any profit from this work of fanfiction.
“This is what, the fourth time you’ve asked me to marry you?” she asks, voice laden with amusement.
“Well,” he says, a little sulky, “not on purpose. You keep misconstruing things I say. Besides, it’s not as if you ever say ‘no.’”
“Don’t worry, I’ll start saying no when you get closer to my first meeting with you. It keeps things interesting.”
He huffs loudly in irritation and she smiles at him.
“Say, sweetie,” she says, sliding close to him on the bench, so that their thighs are just barely brushing.
“What.” It isn’t a question, and he slides away from her, but not far.
“When are you going to start meaning it?” she asks.
“River, are you married?” he asks in return, a familiar, ridiculous deflection of the question.
“Are we going to do this again?”
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Doctor Who and I am not making any profit from this work of fanfiction.