Habits - (11th Doctor, River Song)
Title: Habits
Author: betawho
Rating: PG
Characters: 11th Doctor, River Song
Words: 180
These two ultimate badasses had a habit. It wasn’t something they did all the time, but every once in a great while they’d lock the Tardis doors, close out the universe, and indulge themselves.
The Doctor would make a big batch of homemade caramel popcorn with toasted cashews. River would make a pot of real hot chocolate.
They’d spoon up on the broken down sofa in the library, snack out, and watch an old Disney Movie of the Week.
The combination had a soporific effect on Time Lord metabolism.
And every time, as the movie wall faded to black, River would turn over and snuggle sleepily, nuzzling her nose into his neck. He’d cushion his face on her hair and wrap his arms around her, their legs tangling together.
“Sweet Dreams, Sweetie,” she’d murmur, already half asleep.
He’d grin, eyes heavy, hearts full, and hug her close. “Sweet Reality.”
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Author: betawho
Rating: PG
Characters: 11th Doctor, River Song
Words: 180
These two ultimate badasses had a habit. It wasn’t something they did all the time, but every once in a great while they’d lock the Tardis doors, close out the universe, and indulge themselves.
The Doctor would make a big batch of homemade caramel popcorn with toasted cashews. River would make a pot of real hot chocolate.
They’d spoon up on the broken down sofa in the library, snack out, and watch an old Disney Movie of the Week.
The combination had a soporific effect on Time Lord metabolism.
And every time, as the movie wall faded to black, River would turn over and snuggle sleepily, nuzzling her nose into his neck. He’d cushion his face on her hair and wrap his arms around her, their legs tangling together.
“Sweet Dreams, Sweetie,” she’d murmur, already half asleep.
He’d grin, eyes heavy, hearts full, and hug her close. “Sweet Reality.”
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