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So I've written a few stories that are set to go along with music, please review and tell me what you think, and if people seem to like them I'll keep posting. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
The Stars Just Blink For Us-Say Hi to Your Mom
My girl oh well she drives me where I need to go
She needs some man and she's got a gun
Sometimes when we play games she cheats and I let it go
I'm the most lucky man I know
Oh and the stars, oh
Oh and the stars
Well they don't make no fuss
Oh and the stars, oh
Oh and the stars
Well they just blink for us
"River," he sighed. She looked at him from across the console room, perched lightly on the railing. She leaned back, one hand clamped tight on the iron to keep her balance and the other caressing the barrel of the gun that lay in her lap. She tried hard to keep from laughing-his aversion to her gun-wielding never got old.
"What?" River asked, amused, trailing her fingers over sleek metal.
"You know exactly what," he said, crossing the room to approach her. "That...thing. There's no place for it in here. The TARDIS is a gun-free...zone."
"Oh? Says who?"
"Says me!" The Doctor reached out to tear the gun from her grasp, but River anticipated him and twirled it into its holster.
"Happy?" She cocked one eyebrow playfully at him, though whether it was in submission or triumph he was not sure. "I don't know why you're so against her. She's saved your life countless times."
"Her? You're calling it a she, now? Don't tell me you've named it."
"Her," she corrected. "And no, I wouldn't do that. Name her, I have to name the rest of them. Don't want to pick favorites." The Doctor shrugged in defeat, walking back to the console and leaned over the atom accelerator, hands fiddling with the controls. River pushed herself off the railing to stand beside him. "Oh dear, we're a crotchety old man today, aren't we?"
He turned to her with one finger raised for emphasis, and said, "I'll have you know I might have the mind of a 900-year-old man but I've the soul of a five-year-old." He paused, watching as River's smile grew into an impish smirk. "No, wait, that's not what I meant."
She reached across him and hit the bell, sending a ding to echo throughout the console room.
"Hey, don't touch that, you'll steer her off course!"
"So the TARDIS gets a pronoun, but not my gun?" River put a defiant hand on her hip as she stared at him for an answer.
"That's not the same, not at all. The TARDIS is a being, she's living, she's got a soul. A gun, well," he waved his hand in disgust. "A gun's just a piece of metal with the innate capacity to kill an innocent being."
"Are you saying that the Dalek from the Pandorica was an innocent being? And I shouldn't have shot it? Or the Silence from 1969?"
"No of course not, that's different, that's..." he trailed off, unable to formulate a response.
"Oh sweetie, I know you don't carry or use a gun, but let's be honest." She inched closer to him, whispering the perfectly enunciated rest of the sentence in his ear. "You kind of like it."
The Doctor felt a smile creep onto his face, his eyes glowing deviously as he placed his hands on her hips. "A bit," he admits. "Bit more than I should, really." River wrapped her arms around his neck as she continued to stare him down with a look of pure lechery and poor intent.
"Doctor Song," he said. "That's quite a look you've got there."
"Only for you, honey," she replied.
He moved one hand lower on her side and she shuddered in both pleasure and surprise as he gripped her tightly. "Doctor!" River gasped.
He brought the other hand behind her back to push them closer as he pulled her into a kiss. She reacted hungrily and was thoroughly distraught when he broke away quickly.
"What's wrong, Doctor?"
He let go of her, a childish grin erupting on his chiseled features. "Gotcha," he said. In his left hand, he twirled the gun which he had niftily extracted from its holder. The Doctor then dropped it on the ground and kicked it with his foot's sole to the other side of the glass floor.
"Doctor, you bad old boy."
He laughed heartedly as he walked back to face her, scooping her up in a kiss that left them both breathless.
"Nice try though," she announced after regaining her breath. "Thing is, Doctor." She paused, reaching one hand behind her to pull yet another gun from the back of her waistband. "I always keep a spare."
And then the gun was tossed to the side as she pulled him close by the tweed lapels of his jacket, pressing their bodies closer in another kiss. She clenched her fists tightly in the rough fabric as she wrenched their bodies downwards to the floor. She rolled them over so that she lay atop him, then proceeded to kiss him deeper. He gripped her shoulders and broke their kiss abruptly.
"River Song," he beamed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You bad, bad girl."