Defusing the Situation - (11th Doctor, River Song)
Title: Defusing the Situation
Author: betawho
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language)
Characters: 11th Doctor, River Song
Words: 169
(Author's Note: There's mild language in this one, but I can definitely see this happening in their life, when no one else is around.)
Summary: The Doctor's trying to defuse a bomb, River's being distracting...
She snogged him. He flailed.
He pulled back, ears pink. “River! I’m trying to defuse a bomb here. I can’t do that with my hands shaking!”
“Sorry, Sweetie. Danger makes me horny.”
“Breathing makes you horny,” he replied.
“True.” She went behind him and massaged his shoulders.
“That’s not helping,” he said, even as his shoulders lowered under her hands. “Go guard the door or something.”
“Yes, Dear.”
She went and stood at the door, keeping an eye on the corridor. Not that there were any aliens left to bother them at this point. But it would be good if they could save the ship. There were some nice people on board.
Not that she wasn’t ready to grab the Doctor and get them out with her vortex manipulator if the countdown went below acceptable levels.
Behind her there was a clang. The Doctor swore. A mechanical voice counted down, “5...4...3...”
She tensed, ready to spring.
“2.”
“2.”
She relaxed.
Well, that was better than usual.
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Author: betawho
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language)
Characters: 11th Doctor, River Song
Words: 169
(Author's Note: There's mild language in this one, but I can definitely see this happening in their life, when no one else is around.)
Summary: The Doctor's trying to defuse a bomb, River's being distracting...
She snogged him. He flailed.
He pulled back, ears pink. “River! I’m trying to defuse a bomb here. I can’t do that with my hands shaking!”
“Sorry, Sweetie. Danger makes me horny.”
“Breathing makes you horny,” he replied.
“True.” She went behind him and massaged his shoulders.
“That’s not helping,” he said, even as his shoulders lowered under her hands. “Go guard the door or something.”
“Yes, Dear.”
She went and stood at the door, keeping an eye on the corridor. Not that there were any aliens left to bother them at this point. But it would be good if they could save the ship. There were some nice people on board.
Not that she wasn’t ready to grab the Doctor and get them out with her vortex manipulator if the countdown went below acceptable levels.
Behind her there was a clang. The Doctor swore. A mechanical voice counted down, “5...4...3...”
She tensed, ready to spring.
“2.”
“2.”
She relaxed.
Well, that was better than usual.
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