Breakfast in Bed
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dani_the_girlTitle: Breakfast in Bed
Fandom: Dr Who
Characters: Jack/River
Rating/Warnings: PG, I suppose.
Summary: A little morning after banter between River and her Time Agent fling.
Notes: I accidentally Rule 35'd myself for this, so here it is, although it's not porn and therefore probably doesn't count. Written in about an hour while waiting for some information to come back at work. In my head the dig she's about to go on is the one where she meets the Doctor for the first time. His mission is his time-loop with Captain John. Because we don't know his real name in cannon I've decided not to use one here at all, but that's not intended to make it ambiguous, just that I couldn't pick one for him.
She woke up slowly, blinking in the sunlight gently filtering into the room, trying to bring her brain up to speed from last night. She turned over the lecture in her mind, savouring the positive responses, the Q&A session afterwards, then the drinks party. Ah yes, the drinks party. No-one could drink like academics when someone else was paying, she reminded herself wryly. Which stirred another memory of one of her non-academic attendees. She rolled over in the bed, but the other side was empty. She sighed. How did she always manage to pick the ones who didn't stick around?
She lay back, savouring a few more minutes of relaxation before she'd have to get up and finish her packing. When the door to her bedroom opened she nearly jumped out of her skin, her usually keen hearing having failed to catch the sounds of anyone moving around in the apartment. Recognising the intruder, she grinned "I thought you'd left!"
"Now that would hardly be chivalrous, would it?" he asked with a grin. "And I am never less than chivalrous." He was carrying a tray, which he passed over with a flourish. Breakfast in bed - she could definitely get used to this! "Not having any yourself?" she asked with a smile. "I'd have thought you'd want to keep your strength up."
"Sadly, my dear Doctor Song, I have to love you and leave you," he said, rummaging in the pile at the end of the bed for his shirt. "I have an assignment for the Agency to complete and a new partner to train. Otherwise I would gladly have spend all morning doing strength exercises with you!" His smirk would be annoying if he wasn't so charming, she thought. And, remembering last night, so good at 'strength exercises'.
"I should be back in a day or two though - beauty of a vortex manipulator," he said, tapping his wrist. "How about dinner?"
"I'd love to," she replied, surprised to find that she really meant it, "but I'm about to go off planet myself. A really amazing opportunity for a dig at Centuria."
"Oh, I've been there - nice place! If you find my cufflinks, save them for me," he said.
"Where should I look?" she smiled.
"Oh, about 300 years down." She raised an eyebrow and he tapped his wrist again. "Vortex manipulator, remember."
"If you've pre-contaminated my dig results, you'll have to buy me a very good dinner when you get back!" she asserted but there was a twinkle in her eye.
"Ah, the risks of life as an time agent," he sighed theatrically.
"Still, the things you get to see," she mused. "If you people would only license those things for use in study, there's so much we could learn!"
"Yes, well, you don't always want to know, believe me," he said, turning serious. "And don't ask if I'll take you on a tour."
"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'll stick to the third hand experience." And wait for my chance, she added mentally. Maybe one day she'd meet an agent prepared to bend the rules for her.
Fandom: Dr Who
Characters: Jack/River
Rating/Warnings: PG, I suppose.
Summary: A little morning after banter between River and her Time Agent fling.
Notes: I accidentally Rule 35'd myself for this, so here it is, although it's not porn and therefore probably doesn't count. Written in about an hour while waiting for some information to come back at work. In my head the dig she's about to go on is the one where she meets the Doctor for the first time. His mission is his time-loop with Captain John. Because we don't know his real name in cannon I've decided not to use one here at all, but that's not intended to make it ambiguous, just that I couldn't pick one for him.
She woke up slowly, blinking in the sunlight gently filtering into the room, trying to bring her brain up to speed from last night. She turned over the lecture in her mind, savouring the positive responses, the Q&A session afterwards, then the drinks party. Ah yes, the drinks party. No-one could drink like academics when someone else was paying, she reminded herself wryly. Which stirred another memory of one of her non-academic attendees. She rolled over in the bed, but the other side was empty. She sighed. How did she always manage to pick the ones who didn't stick around?
She lay back, savouring a few more minutes of relaxation before she'd have to get up and finish her packing. When the door to her bedroom opened she nearly jumped out of her skin, her usually keen hearing having failed to catch the sounds of anyone moving around in the apartment. Recognising the intruder, she grinned "I thought you'd left!"
"Now that would hardly be chivalrous, would it?" he asked with a grin. "And I am never less than chivalrous." He was carrying a tray, which he passed over with a flourish. Breakfast in bed - she could definitely get used to this! "Not having any yourself?" she asked with a smile. "I'd have thought you'd want to keep your strength up."
"Sadly, my dear Doctor Song, I have to love you and leave you," he said, rummaging in the pile at the end of the bed for his shirt. "I have an assignment for the Agency to complete and a new partner to train. Otherwise I would gladly have spend all morning doing strength exercises with you!" His smirk would be annoying if he wasn't so charming, she thought. And, remembering last night, so good at 'strength exercises'.
"I should be back in a day or two though - beauty of a vortex manipulator," he said, tapping his wrist. "How about dinner?"
"I'd love to," she replied, surprised to find that she really meant it, "but I'm about to go off planet myself. A really amazing opportunity for a dig at Centuria."
"Oh, I've been there - nice place! If you find my cufflinks, save them for me," he said.
"Where should I look?" she smiled.
"Oh, about 300 years down." She raised an eyebrow and he tapped his wrist again. "Vortex manipulator, remember."
"If you've pre-contaminated my dig results, you'll have to buy me a very good dinner when you get back!" she asserted but there was a twinkle in her eye.
"Ah, the risks of life as an time agent," he sighed theatrically.
"Still, the things you get to see," she mused. "If you people would only license those things for use in study, there's so much we could learn!"
"Yes, well, you don't always want to know, believe me," he said, turning serious. "And don't ask if I'll take you on a tour."
"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'll stick to the third hand experience." And wait for my chance, she added mentally. Maybe one day she'd meet an agent prepared to bend the rules for her.
