Hellooooo all of my people. This is the final chapter of my fair story. I would like to thand Pretty Pink Orchard for supporting me through this. She is always there cuz she is awesome! Go favorite her now! And don't forget to review! ;)
Picnic at Asgard
River carefully unwrapped the box. It was a simple box, nothing special. So why was the Doctor making such a big deal?
The Doctor smiled, watching her. He couldn't wait to see her expression when she saw it.
Finally, she opened the box. Inside was a blue book. She lifted the leather bound book, flipping through the blank pages. It looked like the TARDIS. She loved it already.
"A journal? What for?" she asked.
"For all the adventures. Write them all down, Song. Because they're gonna be fantastic." he said, his hearts filling with warmth. This was definetly the woman he would spend the rest of his lives with. Of course, he'd known that from the beginning.
River smiled at him. "Thank you, Doctor."
The Doctor took her into his arms tenderly. "I want you to remember every trip we have. Every friend we make. Every enemy we encounter. I don't want you to ever forget."
"How could I forget that?" she asked with a laugh.
The Doctor smiled, sipping at his wine, "The next time we meet may not be in the right order. Time travel and all that. You'll need a way to keep it straight."
"I understand." River said, flipping through the book again.
The wind picked up again and the silver trees sang. River finished off her wine and gazed up at the sky. The Doctor smirked, shifting closer and refilling her glass. She smiled slyly.
"I thought that wasn't your intent." she said.
"I changed my mind." the Doctor said, setting the bottle aside and leaning forward to kiss her.
River put her glass between them to stop him. "Ah, Doctor I don't kiss on the first date." she said teasingly, sipping the sweet Gallifreyan wine.
The Doctor smirked. He had her alone on tge closest thing he was gonna get to his home planet. How could he resist.
"Its not our first date." he said, taking her glass and setting it on the red grass.
"Yes it is." River said, her stomach doing flips at the look in his eyes.
"Not for me."
Before she could protest, his lips were on hers. They were tender, coaxing, begging for a reply. And they got one. River kissed him back, lovingly and passionately. She dropped the new diary as her hands snaked around his neck and he pulled her into his lap.
They made love under the twin suns of the artificial Gallifrey as the silver trees sang in the wind and the glass dome of the citadel glowed. A single thought went through River's mind as she layed there, nuzzled against the Doctor as the two fell asleep together.
This was definetly one for the book.