Prison Break Outs and Flirting

womanwhomarriedthedoctor:

River took in the sight of him as he finally made his way into the console room. A smile immediately lighting up her face. She couldn’t but linger her eyes on the bow tie, almost seeing her husband standing there instead of this younger version. Out of habit, she reached up to gently adjust it like she always did before taking his arm.

“We shall, Doctor.” she smiled brightly at him. “I just hope this regeneration is a better dancer. You’ve always been good at proper dancing, but you never actually use those skills on the dance floor. Instead you just, flap those gangly limbs around. Always puts my mother into a fit of laughter and has my dad cowering in embarrassment.” River looked over him for a moment.

 “Though, seeing how charming this you is, I’m sure I can expect a proper dance from you tonight.” She couldn’t help but to tease him at that moment. With her husband she always knew exactly what to say, but this young? It would take some time to figure out just what would make him squirm or blush. 

The Doctor pouted in surprise, but didn’t say anything right away. He didn’t want to blow up the surprise and the moment of enlightenment it always happened for everyone who stepped outside the TARDIS after landing on a new place, even himself. And since she’d gotten them inside that party on her own, it was a whole new surprise for him too.

Therefore he couldn’t but to put on a huge smile at the beautiful ball room they got out. The TARDIS was perfectly parked in the corner, noticed by no one. He didn’t want to admit, but he didn’t think it was possible for him to park the box that way. Of course he wasn’t going to say it, but heck, he was impressed.

“Oh, I’m quite a dancer; you’ll see that. After all, I have danced with Queen Elizabeth the First in the night of her own wedding; Marie Antoinette and Madame de Pompadour shared a dance with me also, and so did the Fifth Emperor of the Lambda Capulus System at Delta One Galaxy. And that’s just for a start.” He smirked. “Perhaps I should be worried about your dancing skills. Are you good enough for me, River Song?”

But before she could answer, as they walked in the room toward the dance floor, the Doctor broke with flirting posture and frowned with an incredulous face. “Am I going to get along with your parents? No hating me, shouts, slaps or anything? Cause that’d be a new one for me.”