She's standing at the window, looking out over the Scottish landscape, watching the night sky. The moon is new, and without the competing light, the stars are spectacular. River kneels up on the window seat and touches the controls that bring the opacity down to zero. Starlight isn't as bright as moonlight, but it's still enough that she can
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Eventually, the shadows break apart again and continue their way to the bar. Shortly after they've disappeared inside, the door to the flat opens.
River! Damocles reaches her first, saying hello rather enthusiastically.
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Her eyes look up to meet Richard's. Hello, my love.
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'lo. Richard's watching them in mild amusement as he sets his night time snack on the counter. He's still grimy from the forge, but his hands are at least clean.
He heads towards River to give her a proper hello.
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He still takes her breath away, she thinks, looking up into his soot-stained face. He'll always take her breath away.
"Have a good day?"
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Dam just grins at him.
"It was well enough," he says, leaning in to carefully kiss her. He doesn't want to transfer any of his soot. "How was your's?"
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A quick glance would tell him this means three more books moved from the to-be-read pile to the to-be-returned pile.
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"Oh, only three?" He teases because he can.
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She's planned a little something, if he hasn't.
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"Particularly if I shower first." The longer he waits, the hungrier he'll be.
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Her eyebrows sketch a little waggle and he can scent she's plotting just a little.
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He doesn't loiter beneath the water and takes the door to the bedroom for fresh clothes, another tee and a comfortable pair of trousers. Nothing fancy. He returns to the main room with his hair still damp to have the smell of steak done rare lure him to the kitchen table. River's put candles out, light flickering over the food, and soft jazz echoes from the study.
"What's all this, then?" His tone is one of mild, yet happy, surprise.
Wait.
He hasn't forgotten an anniversary or something, has he?
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She returns to the table, leaning over his shoulder to pour him a glass. "I thought a little dinner, a little dancing, maybe?"
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He still feels a bit underdressed.
"It sounds lovely," he says, a little distracted by having her that close. She smells better than the steak.
"Though I haven't been dancing in quite some time."
Nor is he particularly talented at it.
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She knows he's hungry, so she picks up a fork and tucks in.
"So you'll never guess who I met in the bar today. Another Time Lord. Romana, Ray's wife?"
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The dinner is really good, though... "Are the paradoxes still on the counter?"
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She knows him well enough by now to know to serve the food he brings home.
"It went well. She's a lovely woman," she says. "Though now I know why he's so familiar with the sonic screwdriver technology. I remember him mentioning in passing that she was from Gallifrey, but I don't think it really occurred to me that she was from that Gallifrey."
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