Love Note - (11th Doctor, River Song)
Title: Love Note
Author: betawho
Rating: PG-17
Characters: 11th Doctor, River Song
Words: 295
(Author's Note: I rated this PG-17 for Suggestive Dialogue, because while the meaning is completely innocent, the wording is terribly suggestive. (See comments.))
Summary: The Doctor writes River a love letter. But things don't come out quite the way he meant...
I always thought I was so self-sufficient, that I didn’t need anyone. Not really. Oh, it was nice to have someone help me out of the cell, or the handcuffs, or the rope, but not really necessary. I thought.
I could go my own way. I didn’t have to bend to anyone else’s whims or schedule, didn’t have to accept anyone else’s opinions or views, didn’t have to put up with anything I didn’t want to, I was always free to leave.
It never occurred to me to be “caught.” What fun was there in that? There was always a way out.
Until you.
I never had to chase my jailor before, to beg him to lock me up and throw away the key. Never had a desire to stay in one place for any length of time, there was always something else to see, somewhere else to go, other people to meet, other things to do.
I never knew.
And yet now, when all I want is to be locked up, tied up, and hogtied, all my jailor wants to do is set me free.
I’ve never yearned for “bondage” like I do now. I never understood how being so weak to someone else’s strengths could be a good thing.
You once asked me, “You, me, handcuffs. Must it always end this way?”
Yes. Please.
Always.
P.S. Don’t show this note to Amy, she’ll think it’s terribly kinky.
P.P.S. Don’t show this note to Rory. He’s got a sword!
P.P.P.S. On second thought, don’t you read this. Forget I said it, I’m closing the psychic paper now.
Re: “Sweetie?”
Re:Re: ...
Re:Re:Re: “Shut up.”
Re:Re:Re:Re: “Yes, Dear.”
XOXO <->
“And look behind you.”
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Author: betawho
Rating: PG-17
Characters: 11th Doctor, River Song
Words: 295
(Author's Note: I rated this PG-17 for Suggestive Dialogue, because while the meaning is completely innocent, the wording is terribly suggestive. (See comments.))
Summary: The Doctor writes River a love letter. But things don't come out quite the way he meant...
I always thought I was so self-sufficient, that I didn’t need anyone. Not really. Oh, it was nice to have someone help me out of the cell, or the handcuffs, or the rope, but not really necessary. I thought.
I could go my own way. I didn’t have to bend to anyone else’s whims or schedule, didn’t have to accept anyone else’s opinions or views, didn’t have to put up with anything I didn’t want to, I was always free to leave.
It never occurred to me to be “caught.” What fun was there in that? There was always a way out.
Until you.
I never had to chase my jailor before, to beg him to lock me up and throw away the key. Never had a desire to stay in one place for any length of time, there was always something else to see, somewhere else to go, other people to meet, other things to do.
I never knew.
And yet now, when all I want is to be locked up, tied up, and hogtied, all my jailor wants to do is set me free.
I’ve never yearned for “bondage” like I do now. I never understood how being so weak to someone else’s strengths could be a good thing.
You once asked me, “You, me, handcuffs. Must it always end this way?”
Yes. Please.
Always.
P.S. Don’t show this note to Amy, she’ll think it’s terribly kinky.
P.P.S. Don’t show this note to Rory. He’s got a sword!
P.P.P.S. On second thought, don’t you read this. Forget I said it, I’m closing the psychic paper now.
Re: “Sweetie?”
Re:Re: ...
Re:Re:Re: “Shut up.”
Re:Re:Re:Re: “Yes, Dear.”
XOXO <->
“And look behind you.”
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