A Reception (Open to All)

[ambitious_woman]

The last large event to be held within the TARDIS' walls had been the Christmas party, and Reinette could not help but think how far they had all come since then. It was more than merely San Francisco to London

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[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. It was all very intimate and a little strange, being able to hold her at the door of his TARDIS and it was normal.

And there was a wedding band on his left ring finger. Also strange, but it didn't feel wrong. Just different. Wonderful, but different.

"Always the party-Queen," he said with a grin, "I don't think other TARDISes get to become ballrooms quite like ours does."

[ambitious_woman]

"There is noting wrong with the occasional gathering," Reinette informed him warmly, not choosing to turn around. Instead, she seemed savored the feeling of his arms about her even as she lectured him on the more positive points of hosting an event.

She considered asking how he was feeling, before the guests arrived, but decided against it. It was not time for that discussion.

[rude_not_ginger]

"Noooo, nothing at all," the Doctor replied, "And before we make a run for some sort of honeymoon, it'll be nice to see everyone."

He ran one hand down her forearm to her hand, linking their fingers together. Their marriage rings stood out as new and unusual. And yet...amazing.

"I have no titles," he murmured, "No money, nothing to give you. And yet you still love me. Far better men than me should be so lucky."

[ambitious_woman]

"You are a fool if you think you give me nothing,"Reinette countered, her fingers mating in gentle pressure with his own.

"And I know that you are not a fool."

She leaned back then, fully into the length of him and aware yet against of how much taller he stood that she.

[much_beloved]

Memories were a weird and strange thing to endure when the memories came of a time and place long past and gone. For the Doctors, and their companions, it was the most common of places. Yet for Louis it was still new and taxing upon his mind, weighing heavily upon his shoulders.

Yet he would not let it bother him this day. This was a day for celebration. Yet he could find no way to express the joy he actually felt, words falling sort for what he wished to say. So it was he lingered against one wall. There was a time he would have been the spotlight, the center of attention. But those days were over.

And this day was for those he loved, and cherished. Not for himself.

[ambitious_woman]

Crossing the room, and trusting the guests to find their own way for a moment, Reinette made her way to Louis' side. She noticed the way his shoulder just brushed against the wall. Mere inches, maybe even less. The barest bit of posture yielding to this time. Most likely it would never be more than that. Yet she found it endearing. Moving closer Reinette leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

[much_beloved]

One arm slid about her waist, smiling as Louis returned the gesture.

"So explain this one to me, My Love. What changes does this make upon your name? You still, by my order, bear all titles and rank, yet Doctor as a surname seems horrid and distasteful."

[ambitious_woman]

"Well that would requite us deciding whose title is actually higher. No matter what pretty speeches he may give," Reinette laughed. "I imagine his is still a self imposed rank. Mine is most likely officially higher. He may, in all fairness, have to take my name."

She leaned against him in contentment.

[sarahnotlaura]

Laura hadn't planned on being first to arrive, but someone had to be. She didn't really know the couple very well (except that one of them was a Doctor), but there had been the promise of dancing and she was determined to get her own Doctor onto the dance floor.

Hesitantly, she pushed open the TARDIS door, not knowing what to expect.

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor, leaning on his silver cane, gave Laura a smile. He'd met her once before, and she wasn't so bad. Well, wasn't as bad as some of the other people he'd met around there. Well, at least she wasn't the Sarah Jane that grabbed his arse.

"Hello," he said, "Good to see you again, Laura."

[sarahnotlaura]

"Good to see you too, Doctor." If Laura was going to grab anyone's arse, it would be her own Doctor's, and only in private.

She smiled at the Doctor. "I like your cane. It suits you. And congratulations on your wedding."

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor bit back an angry retort about his cane. She probably only believed it was a style, and that was fine. It was fine. She was trying to be nice, and he had to remember that.

"Thank you. Well, uh, Reinette is a far better hostess than I can possibly imagine to be, but we have food, wine..."

[eutermesan]

Having no idea that there had been a wedding, but simply seeing someone stood by the door of a Tardis and deciding he may as well introduce himself, C'rizz walked over and, stopping a few metres short of the door, said "Hello."

[ambitious_woman]

Through the doorway itself Reinette watched as a stranger approached. The rare face that in this crowd they had collected over the months, she had not met.

"Hello," she offered in return.

[eutermesan]

"I'm C'rizz" he offered then, remembering his Earth-manners, stepped forward and held out his hand. As he did so he glanced into the Tardis through the open door "Is something happening?"

[ambitious_woman]

Reinette took his hand within her own, and clasped it briefly. She was not sure she would ever reach any sort of comfort level with actually shaking them. Her smile was direct, and warm.

"And you may call me Reinette." She moved aside so he could enter. "There was a wedding."

[fluffnfreckles]

And Ten was there, too. Of course. Still. Happy. Awkward, intensely so, but happy nevertheless.

There was supposed to be some kind of party, apparently some kind of wedding tradition--he wasn't sure he understood it, because if they wanted a party, then why such a small wedding?--but for said party, it was awfully small. Not that he minded, of course.

[rude_not_ginger]

To make sure no one objected, of course. That, and the Doctor hated people staring at him.

He picked up a glass of wine and limped over to his other self, offering it to him.

"Rassilon's Red. You wouldn't believe the number of vintage centuries I found hidden in the Rani's cellar."

[fluffnfreckles]

He declined it. "Well, that's just like her, hiding things and all."

[rude_not_ginger]

"Weaeaeaell, when Catherine gave me the TARDIS, she only had a few pieces of her memory left at any rate. Probably didn't even realize she had a wine cellar."

He smiled, and took a sip of the wine he offered him. "It's good. A bit dry."