Outside the order of things
Title: Outside the order of things.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None.
Characters: Eleven/River
Word Count: 530
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt - law and order with scientific principles thrown about with artistic license
Summary: The order of the universe could never explain River Song. She was an undeniably force that moved him in ways he couldn't predict.
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Fabric shifted against skin with a barely audible rustle as she leant past him. The slight transfer of heat seemed to sear his flesh, the sensation raising the hairs on the back of his neck.
He ran through the laws of thermal dynamics in an effort to distract himself from her closeness. Temperature gradients and diffusion transfer over time approaching equilibrium. He calculated the time it would take for their bodies to reach that point, adding variables for friction and exertion. Transfer of kinetic energy as their bodies trembled against the other, finding their own thermal harmony.
Really not helping.
River moved away, sweeping around the console as she threw levers with elegant certainty, a chaos of mesmerising motion in counterpoint to his own movements. The TARDIS caught in their dance as it shifted through space, the orchestra to their conducting.
She swatted his hand away as they both reached for the same control, sliding between the Doctor and the console. He gravitated towards her without thinking. River leaned into him, the mass of their attraction inversely proportional to the distance between them. As she slipped away, he could feel the force between them increase exponentially, consumed with a need to be closer.
His hands slowed as he watched her, caught by the possibilities and impossibilities she embodied. She knew him, and didn't know him, and he her. Flowing in opposite directions yet caught in the wake of each other. Circling and colliding, only to separate again.
Her eyes sparkled as she glanced up at the time rotor, caught in the adventure. The wildness in her untamed, yet tempered by a childhood stolen from her. A bundle of contradictions that was undeniably alluring. She was the uncertainty principle personified, wrapped in jodhpurs and a sweater, embellished with impossible golden hair. The more he knew of River, the less of a measure he had of her.
The Doctor threw a lever, causing the TARDIS to lurch, catching her in his arms as she complained about his piloting skills. He smiled and released her, letting her correct their course, revelling in her flirtatious chiding.
The child of the TARDIS, the woman who had suffered so much because of him, had given so much, with far more yet to be given for him, as she was swept towards her end.
Time and space stretched out before them, the filaments interweaving together, merging, spiralling towards the library for her, and away for him. A quantum entangled pair heading in different directions.
River laughed as he landed the TARDIS with his customary whirr. She rushed towards the door, apparently unconcerned with what lay beyond as long as it contained shared adventure.
"Come on Sweetie. There's fun to be had," she called playfully as she paused before exiting.
Relativity and causality. The pain of losing her already part of him, even as he was now only beginning to know her. The order of the universe could never explain, encompass nor restrain River Song, and he would have it no other way.
The Doctor laughed and followed River, giving into the gravitational pull she had on him. Losing himself in her, for what little time they would have.
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Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None.
Characters: Eleven/River
Word Count: 530
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt - law and order with scientific principles thrown about with artistic license
Summary: The order of the universe could never explain River Song. She was an undeniably force that moved him in ways he couldn't predict.
.......................
Fabric shifted against skin with a barely audible rustle as she leant past him. The slight transfer of heat seemed to sear his flesh, the sensation raising the hairs on the back of his neck.
He ran through the laws of thermal dynamics in an effort to distract himself from her closeness. Temperature gradients and diffusion transfer over time approaching equilibrium. He calculated the time it would take for their bodies to reach that point, adding variables for friction and exertion. Transfer of kinetic energy as their bodies trembled against the other, finding their own thermal harmony.
Really not helping.
River moved away, sweeping around the console as she threw levers with elegant certainty, a chaos of mesmerising motion in counterpoint to his own movements. The TARDIS caught in their dance as it shifted through space, the orchestra to their conducting.
She swatted his hand away as they both reached for the same control, sliding between the Doctor and the console. He gravitated towards her without thinking. River leaned into him, the mass of their attraction inversely proportional to the distance between them. As she slipped away, he could feel the force between them increase exponentially, consumed with a need to be closer.
His hands slowed as he watched her, caught by the possibilities and impossibilities she embodied. She knew him, and didn't know him, and he her. Flowing in opposite directions yet caught in the wake of each other. Circling and colliding, only to separate again.
Her eyes sparkled as she glanced up at the time rotor, caught in the adventure. The wildness in her untamed, yet tempered by a childhood stolen from her. A bundle of contradictions that was undeniably alluring. She was the uncertainty principle personified, wrapped in jodhpurs and a sweater, embellished with impossible golden hair. The more he knew of River, the less of a measure he had of her.
The Doctor threw a lever, causing the TARDIS to lurch, catching her in his arms as she complained about his piloting skills. He smiled and released her, letting her correct their course, revelling in her flirtatious chiding.
The child of the TARDIS, the woman who had suffered so much because of him, had given so much, with far more yet to be given for him, as she was swept towards her end.
Time and space stretched out before them, the filaments interweaving together, merging, spiralling towards the library for her, and away for him. A quantum entangled pair heading in different directions.
River laughed as he landed the TARDIS with his customary whirr. She rushed towards the door, apparently unconcerned with what lay beyond as long as it contained shared adventure.
"Come on Sweetie. There's fun to be had," she called playfully as she paused before exiting.
Relativity and causality. The pain of losing her already part of him, even as he was now only beginning to know her. The order of the universe could never explain, encompass nor restrain River Song, and he would have it no other way.
The Doctor laughed and followed River, giving into the gravitational pull she had on him. Losing himself in her, for what little time they would have.
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