Fic! The Next Word Out of Your Mouth (Eleven/River)

[nostalgia_lj]

It is possible that this took longer to name than to write. It is hard to name things when not much happens in them plotwise.

Title: The Next Word Out of Your Mouth
Rating: R maybe for words and vague sexytimes
Pairing: Eleven/River
Summary: “Are we arguing or flirting?”

Comments

[viomisehunt]

River has a television set. I'm trying to imagine a 50th century female with a television set, but then again she's an archealogist.

Jo Jones. She changed her name to confuse me LMAO, still not acknowledging that Doctor Jones enviornmental scientist dude Jo married is he? He didn't approve.

You catch the spirit of the Doctor/River relationship that Moffat shows with perfection. I love watching Eleven and River. Matt Smith and Alex Kingston have very surprising, smoking hot chemistry, mainly because Matt is so clever at playing an "old man" in a young body.

[nostalgia_lj]

It is erm a magic television. *nods* I dunno, they must have TV if they have Big Brother.

LMAO, still not acknowledging that Doctor Jones enviornmental scientist dude Jo married is he? He didn't approve.

She left him for a younger man! Oh noes!

Matt Smith and Alex Kingston have very surprising, smoking hot chemistry, mainly because Matt is so clever at playing an "old man" in a young body.

They are super-sexy, ys.

[viomisehunt]

I think he was miffed because Cliff looked like one of the BeeGees. Jo's goodbye

[tysolna]

Damn you're good. Pitch-perfect and sexy.

Oh, and now I would really like to read that Biography. ;)

[nostalgia_lj]

I think anyone would read up on the Doctor if they were sleeping with him. I'm amazed more people don't.

[quean_of_swords]

“Do you plan on kissing me at some point?” asked River. “Or would you rather I put the kettle on?”

“How can a man make a choice like that? That's just cruel.”

Those lines just slayed me. Love this fic! I could hear and see both of them perfectly. :D

[nostalgia_lj]

XD

[chaosdancer]

Oh, this was amazing. Like Cole Porter or something. The tone is just perfect, and I so want to know what she dug up that's going to crash through the door in the next five minutes, because there just has to be something. Great sex requires a monster to burst in immediately after; during/after bad sex, nothing happens no matter how hard the Doctor wishes for it. I suspect that's a law written somewhere.

[nostalgia_lj]

It was probably TERRIBLY EXCITING.

[tree_and_leaf]

I can't decide whether I love:

“Fetching,” she finished. “In a sort of drunken-hipster way.”

or

“Do you plan on kissing me at some point?” asked River. “Or would you rather I put the kettle on?”

“How can a man make a choice like that? That's just cruel.”

more. But either way, this fic is splendid, and the Doctor's relief at burning the tea and thus defeating the demons of domesticity is the perfect conclusion.