That's Amore! - (11th Doctor, River Song)
Title: That's Amore!
Author: betawho
Rating: PG
Characters: 11th Doctor, River Song
Words: 541
From the Prompt: A Songfic based on - "That's Amore" by Dean Martin. Italy, romantic cheesy song...you see where I'm going with this?
The Doctor and River walked hand in hand down an old town street in Napoli. It was dark, and quiet, a full moon shone its silvery light. Baskets of flowers hung from the sides of windows perfuming the night air.
It was two a.m. and the world was asleep. All but them. Replete with dinner and wine from a tiny little Italian restaurant, they meandered home. River's dress swished through the clouds of fog at their feet.
“The pasta fazool was good,” the Doctor said, burping slightly.
River laughed, she turned sparkling eyes up to him, her face flushed. “You only had three helpings,” she chided cheekily.
He grinned. “I don't get to visit Luigi's nearly enough.” He looked down at his wife, slightly swaying beside him to some internal music, softly humming, infinitely relaxed. “I think the wine went to your head,” he said softly, leaning down to whisper in her ear. Her cheek brushed warm against his.
She slanted him a look through the corner of her lashes, slightly tipsy, always naughty, virtually shining in the moonlight.
He felt his hearts flutter. Church bells rang in the distance.
“Vita Bella!” he suddenly declared to the night air, throwing his arms out.
“Shhh... Sweetie, you'll wake everyone up!” River laughed, turning a wine-flushed face and sparkling eyes up to him.
“I can't help it,” he said, feeling his hearts bump at how lovely she looked, all soft and relaxed, happy. “Life is beautiful!” he exclaimed again. Then leaned down to whisper. “And so is my wife.” He swept her up in a dance, whirling their way down the street, scattering the fog in their wake.
She laughed and fitted herself into his arms. Flowing into the dance with all the ease of contentment. They whirled down the street toward the Tardis sitting dark at the corner.
Moonlight gleamed, their hands shifted and held, the cool, misty night wrapped around them. River's arms slid up around his shoulders, his slid full around her hips, they danced and swayed, closer and warmer.
A phonograph started playing scratchily from an upstairs window, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie...” Dean Martin crooned.
They swirled to a stop in front of the Tardis. River looked up at him, her face bathed in moonlight, the moon reflected in her eyes. “You planned this, didn't you, Sweetie?”
He shrugged and grinned, blushing slightly in the dark. “I wanted to give you something special.” He lightly traced the hair from her face, his fingertips soft. “A little bit of a fantasy.” His eyes roamed her face, glowing in the moonlight, the mist swirling around them, the warmth between them. “It's a bit like a dream.”
Relaxed with wine, and good food, and her husband in a rare romantic mood, River grinned and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “You're not dreaming, Signore,” she caroled, echoing the song, her eyebrow tipped.
She grabbed his lapels and slowly pulled him backward through the Tardis doors.
Dean Martin crooned through the night as the blue box faded from sight.
“…That's Amore!”
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Author: betawho
Rating: PG
Characters: 11th Doctor, River Song
Words: 541
From the Prompt: A Songfic based on - "That's Amore" by Dean Martin. Italy, romantic cheesy song...you see where I'm going with this?
The Doctor and River walked hand in hand down an old town street in Napoli. It was dark, and quiet, a full moon shone its silvery light. Baskets of flowers hung from the sides of windows perfuming the night air.
It was two a.m. and the world was asleep. All but them. Replete with dinner and wine from a tiny little Italian restaurant, they meandered home. River's dress swished through the clouds of fog at their feet.
“The pasta fazool was good,” the Doctor said, burping slightly.
River laughed, she turned sparkling eyes up to him, her face flushed. “You only had three helpings,” she chided cheekily.
He grinned. “I don't get to visit Luigi's nearly enough.” He looked down at his wife, slightly swaying beside him to some internal music, softly humming, infinitely relaxed. “I think the wine went to your head,” he said softly, leaning down to whisper in her ear. Her cheek brushed warm against his.
She slanted him a look through the corner of her lashes, slightly tipsy, always naughty, virtually shining in the moonlight.
He felt his hearts flutter. Church bells rang in the distance.
“Vita Bella!” he suddenly declared to the night air, throwing his arms out.
“Shhh... Sweetie, you'll wake everyone up!” River laughed, turning a wine-flushed face and sparkling eyes up to him.
“I can't help it,” he said, feeling his hearts bump at how lovely she looked, all soft and relaxed, happy. “Life is beautiful!” he exclaimed again. Then leaned down to whisper. “And so is my wife.” He swept her up in a dance, whirling their way down the street, scattering the fog in their wake.
She laughed and fitted herself into his arms. Flowing into the dance with all the ease of contentment. They whirled down the street toward the Tardis sitting dark at the corner.
Moonlight gleamed, their hands shifted and held, the cool, misty night wrapped around them. River's arms slid up around his shoulders, his slid full around her hips, they danced and swayed, closer and warmer.
A phonograph started playing scratchily from an upstairs window, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie...” Dean Martin crooned.
They swirled to a stop in front of the Tardis. River looked up at him, her face bathed in moonlight, the moon reflected in her eyes. “You planned this, didn't you, Sweetie?”
He shrugged and grinned, blushing slightly in the dark. “I wanted to give you something special.” He lightly traced the hair from her face, his fingertips soft. “A little bit of a fantasy.” His eyes roamed her face, glowing in the moonlight, the mist swirling around them, the warmth between them. “It's a bit like a dream.”
Relaxed with wine, and good food, and her husband in a rare romantic mood, River grinned and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “You're not dreaming, Signore,” she caroled, echoing the song, her eyebrow tipped.
She grabbed his lapels and slowly pulled him backward through the Tardis doors.
Dean Martin crooned through the night as the blue box faded from sight.
“…That's Amore!”
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