Invitation to dinner party? Check. Tuxedo? Check. Bowtie straightened and symmetrical? Check. Wandering about and accidentally walking into the room of a woman finishing her own check list of completing her outfit. Well, unfortunately, check.
"Excuse me! I-I'm quite sorry!" The Doctor quickly spun on his heels to escape outside, the paused. "Professor Song?"
River Song planned her outfits down to every last detail. Every jewel, every heel, every curl. Naturally, that meant she put as much care and attention into what went under her clothes too.
Therefore, it was perhaps no surprise to find said woman sat at her dressing table dressed in nothing but lingerie.
Startled by someone bursting into her room, she quickly stood up, dropping the comb she had been using in an attempt to tame her wild blonde hair. She saw only the blur of someone about turning and departing when she heard the stranger speak her name.
Curious, she stepped forward. "Yes?" she called, leaning her head to one side to try and see into the corridor without walking all the way there.
Sorry, I couldn't resist :3captoftardisAugust 15 2011, 21:12:25 UTC
His back was facing her, trying to give her some privacy. "I'm sorry for barging in like this! I should've knocked!"
Staring at the ceiling, he looked at the pattern, "What are you doing here, Professor Song? The last time we met... Well, really the first time we met..." And then his memory jogged.
Oh that's right. I'm somewhere else in her timeline.
"Doctor?" River then asked quietly, her eyes crinkling slightly as she thought. The last time she saw him he had been in a completely different body, the body she knew best. She'd disappeared in a time storm to be taken to the remaining Cleric faction and had since received her pardon. And now here he was.
Him younger, her older.
In all this contemplation, it hadn't really occurred to her that she was stood in her underwear, or else she would've already made some flirtatious quip about it.
Catching herself, she grabbed the dressing gown off the back of her chair, flinging her arms through the silky fabric and covering herself up a little better. "Really, sweetie, if this was an attempt to see me undressed..."
There, she'd made a saucy joke about it. The universe could relax.
He grinned at her comment before turning back around (but only looking at his feet before finally meeting her gaze).
"It's quite a surprise to find you here. I wasn't expecting it." Or finding a nearly naked woman in general. It wasn't exactly on his list of things to intentionally investigate for at this time.
"I do love a good party." He aimlessly roamed about, looking at the decorative flowers on a table, frowning when he realized they had no scent.
"Nor was I expecting you," said River, closing the dressing gown across her chest before she folded her arms. "I didn't send a message. It seems, for once, you and I are meeting quite spontaneously." She smiled slowly, watching him cross the room, her cheeks dimpling as she surveyed him fondly.
"Spontaneous..." He muttered the repeat of her sentence and glanced over at her dressing table. He couldn't help to notice the blue book sitting on there.
"So this is a new point in your timeline and your diary doesn't have this meeting?" He pulled out a small white rose from the vase. "Pity, I was hoping you could tell me what was for desert. Something containing fruit, I hope! But not pears."
If she's done the Byzantium and not the Bone Meadows ... this could be the picnic at Asgard!songofsongAugust 15 2011, 21:55:54 UTC
River saw him draw close to the diary, but thankfully not touch it. He normally knew better, but he was getting younger, he was knowing her less. He was also knowing less about the rules of their relationship.
"Not yet," she corrected, her smile widening as she looked up from the diary to meet his eye. At his question about desert, she chuckled to herself, her sound softening when she realised he was handing her the rose. Rather than questioning him, she silently took the flower from his fingers, twirling it gently as she studied the petals.
"Where are we up to?" she then asked, looking across to him again. "Have we done the Bone Meadows?" she wondering, reaching forward to take her diary and flip open the pages. She knew it had to be after the Crash of the Byzantium.
The Doctor leaned against the decorative table, watching River move smoothly about the room. Her dressing gown flowed behind her and when she stopped, the fabric fell back to hugging her curves.
"Bone... Meadows?" He tilted his head in thought as she flipped through that blue diary of hers. "I'm afraid I've only met you once so far in my timeline." She was so perplexing to him, which seemed quite appropriate given how he frustrated many random strangers for not having met them yet in his current timeline. Or the whole regeneration thing throwing people off with the new face and all.
And another part of him wanted to throw away that diary.
River flipped through a few more pages when he said he hadn't done the Bone Meadows, but it was his next words that made her stop and slowly look up at him. "Only once?" she asked quietly. She was silent for a long moment, wanting to say something to disguise the emotional wallop to her gut but she could only study his face and now recognise the truth. He barely knew her.
Oh he was curious -- hopelessly curious! But his words must've struck something deep inside her, given her slightly melancholic look. Or maybe she wasn't, but the smile had vanished.
"Yes, only once. In the Library." He didn't want to give any details, since that obviously was much farther in her future. "Spoilers, as you had said." He replied to her raised eyebrows.
Quickly wanting to change the subject he waved his hand to her, "Oh, timey-wimey stuff, you know! Let's stop reflecting on the past, or future, or where ever our thoughts drift to and live in the present."
River couldn't help but wonder what would happen after the Doctor met her for the first time. Was she destined to carry on alone? Seeing him from afar but never quite within reach? Cursed to forever watch him become younger while she grew older?
When he changed the subject, she was snapped from her thoughts, caught off guard by his sudden words. She blinked, shaking her head slightly to try and dismiss where her contemplation had brought her. "Yes, of course," she then agree, beginning to smile once more. "You said something about dessert, and you are looking rather handsome tonight," she remarked, taking a good look at his tuxedo.
He smiled widely - teeth and all. "I'd say the same to you, but I haven't quite seen the dress yet. But the dressing robe is flattering, and I do like the hair clip. It reminds me of one Rose once wore..." He shut his mouth after that and spun on his heels, observing her dressing table. Fingers tracing the items before picking up the red lipstick.
"I'm not quite familiar with anyone here, if you don't have someone to join you..." His eyes caught hers. "Sitting next to someone familiar is always nice."
River's smile turned more heartfelt when he began to act so.. Doctor-like. She watched as he moved around, intrigued by anything and everything that caught his eye. With a playful curl to the corner of her lips, River took a step closer, slipping the lipstick out of his hand and uncapping it.
"If I didn't know you any better - and I know you very well, sweetie - I'd say you haven't got an invitation, have you?"
She bent over to see into the dressing table mirror, applying the red lipstick to her full lips, then pursing her mouth to encourage the scarlet cream into the dark skin. Replacing the cap, she straightened, those lips then spreading to a wide, knowing smile.
He pulled out his psychic paper. "Of course I have an invitation!" And he neatly tucked it back in his inner jacket pocket along where his sonic screwdriver rested. "How silly of you to think I'd just crash a party on my own will!"
He nodded to her dress hanging up. "Lovely piece there. I'll just slip out and wait for you, if you don't mind."
He did enjoy parties and often didn't mind going alone, but a companion, for lack of better terms, was always welcomed in his book. He was curious to get to know this Professor Song, given that they had so much history to cover.
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"Excuse me! I-I'm quite sorry!" The Doctor quickly spun on his heels to escape outside, the paused. "Professor Song?"
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Therefore, it was perhaps no surprise to find said woman sat at her dressing table dressed in nothing but lingerie.
Startled by someone bursting into her room, she quickly stood up, dropping the comb she had been using in an attempt to tame her wild blonde hair. She saw only the blur of someone about turning and departing when she heard the stranger speak her name.
Curious, she stepped forward. "Yes?" she called, leaning her head to one side to try and see into the corridor without walking all the way there.
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Staring at the ceiling, he looked at the pattern, "What are you doing here, Professor Song? The last time we met... Well, really the first time we met..." And then his memory jogged.
Oh that's right. I'm somewhere else in her timeline.
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Him younger, her older.
In all this contemplation, it hadn't really occurred to her that she was stood in her underwear, or else she would've already made some flirtatious quip about it.
Catching herself, she grabbed the dressing gown off the back of her chair, flinging her arms through the silky fabric and covering herself up a little better. "Really, sweetie, if this was an attempt to see me undressed..."
There, she'd made a saucy joke about it. The universe could relax.
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"It's quite a surprise to find you here. I wasn't expecting it." Or finding a nearly naked woman in general. It wasn't exactly on his list of things to intentionally investigate for at this time.
"I do love a good party." He aimlessly roamed about, looking at the decorative flowers on a table, frowning when he realized they had no scent.
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"Anything could happen."
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"So this is a new point in your timeline and your diary doesn't have this meeting?" He pulled out a small white rose from the vase. "Pity, I was hoping you could tell me what was for desert. Something containing fruit, I hope! But not pears."
And on that note, he handed her the rose.
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"Not yet," she corrected, her smile widening as she looked up from the diary to meet his eye. At his question about desert, she chuckled to herself, her sound softening when she realised he was handing her the rose. Rather than questioning him, she silently took the flower from his fingers, twirling it gently as she studied the petals.
"Where are we up to?" she then asked, looking across to him again. "Have we done the Bone Meadows?" she wondering, reaching forward to take her diary and flip open the pages. She knew it had to be after the Crash of the Byzantium.
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"Bone... Meadows?" He tilted his head in thought as she flipped through that blue diary of hers. "I'm afraid I've only met you once so far in my timeline." She was so perplexing to him, which seemed quite appropriate given how he frustrated many random strangers for not having met them yet in his current timeline. Or the whole regeneration thing throwing people off with the new face and all.
And another part of him wanted to throw away that diary.
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"Yes, only once. In the Library." He didn't want to give any details, since that obviously was much farther in her future. "Spoilers, as you had said." He replied to her raised eyebrows.
Quickly wanting to change the subject he waved his hand to her, "Oh, timey-wimey stuff, you know! Let's stop reflecting on the past, or future, or where ever our thoughts drift to and live in the present."
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When he changed the subject, she was snapped from her thoughts, caught off guard by his sudden words. She blinked, shaking her head slightly to try and dismiss where her contemplation had brought her. "Yes, of course," she then agree, beginning to smile once more. "You said something about dessert, and you are looking rather handsome tonight," she remarked, taking a good look at his tuxedo.
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"I'm not quite familiar with anyone here, if you don't have someone to join you..." His eyes caught hers. "Sitting next to someone familiar is always nice."
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"If I didn't know you any better - and I know you very well, sweetie - I'd say you haven't got an invitation, have you?"
She bent over to see into the dressing table mirror, applying the red lipstick to her full lips, then pursing her mouth to encourage the scarlet cream into the dark skin. Replacing the cap, she straightened, those lips then spreading to a wide, knowing smile.
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He nodded to her dress hanging up. "Lovely piece there. I'll just slip out and wait for you, if you don't mind."
He did enjoy parties and often didn't mind going alone, but a companion, for lack of better terms, was always welcomed in his book. He was curious to get to know this Professor Song, given that they had so much history to cover.
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