hell_in_highheels | [oom] New Moon

There's a shadow making it's way back from the now dark forge, a smaller one at its side. Neither seems to be in a rush, though they do break off to chase each other for a bit.

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.

Hi Dam, she answers, bending down to stroke his face and ruffle his ears with both hands.

Her eyes look up to meet Richard's. Hello, my love.

See, this? This is awesome. This is why having too people in the flat is such a great idea. Dam couldn't be happier.

'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.

River pats the bench beside her, and laughs as Damocles jumps up and curls up next to her, leaning against her leg. "Well, I guess if you were there first..." she teases, winking at Richard.

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?"

"Spoiled." You're lucky I have to take a shower.

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?"

She catches his shirt front, kissing him and nuzzling his chin, heedless of the soot. "All right, I suppose. I don't think I accomplished much of anything."

A quick glance would tell him this means three more books moved from the to-be-read pile to the to-be-returned pile.

It's so nice to have someone besides a dog greet him like that.

"Oh, only three?" He teases because he can.

"Yes, well," she grins. "Have you eaten?"

She's planned a little something, if he hasn't.

"I brought some paradoxes up from the bar, but I could go for something more.

"Particularly if I shower first." The longer he waits, the hungrier he'll be.

"Mmm, well... Then you go get cleaned up. And I'll have dinner ready when you get out."

Her eyebrows sketch a little waggle and he can scent she's plotting just a little.

"Fair enough." He gives her another kiss then heads for the bathroom, hoping that when he comes out his clothes won't all be green or something.

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?

"Well, it's been a few months, and we've never had a proper date, have we?" She's in the kitchen, uncorking the wine. She's changed, too, now in a silk blouse and skirt, all in shades of forest green.

She returns to the table, leaning over his shoulder to pour him a glass. "I thought a little dinner, a little dancing, maybe?"

Phew. He hasn't missed an important date, then.

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.

"That's all right," she assures, setting down the bottle and moving to sit across from him. "Me neither. I think we can muddle through, though." Affection mingles with anticipation in her scent as she smiles at him.

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?"

He swallows, clearing his mouth. "Really? I haven't met her myself, though Ray mentions her upon occasion. How did that go?"

The dinner is really good, though... "Are the paradoxes still on the counter?"

River quirks an eyebrow at him. "The little bag you brought in?" She reaches over to the bread basket and lifts the cloth.

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."

He grins unashamedly as he grabs one of the fried things. Paradoxes are odd, but he admits he likes them every now and then.

"I can understand that. I'm rather more likely to key in on words like 'Time Lord' myself."

"True, yes. Though I think technically, she's a Time Lady. No matter."

"Love? What are those, exactly? They smell oddly enticing."

"Bar's specialty. They're called paradoxes." He smiles a little, mischievously challenging, and passes the basket back.

"Try one."

She purses her lips at him and fishes one out of the basket.

She takes a bite. Immediately her brow furrows. "Oh that's..." She takes another bite. "Mmm. How very odd."

She takes a drink of her wine and smirks at him. "It's the perfect bar food. A little crispy, a little salty, a little doughy." She takes another sip. "And it makes you want to drink more."

He smirks right back.

"By all means, don't let me stop you." He takes a generous sip of his wine as well.

He may be considering abusing the fact that he doesn't get drunk easily.

"No, no. That's quite all right."

And yet, she finishes the second one, and her first glass of wine, giving him a playful tap as he watches her set the glass down.

"Besides, don't want to spoil my dessert."

There might be the tiniest bit of a leer in her eyes at that.

Richard finishes chewing, eyeing her thoughtfully.

"And what's for dessert?" he asks, sniffing curiously.

Her smile deepens and she looks up, humming playfully.

"Guess you'll just have to wait and see."

"Not even a hint?"

Look at those puppy dog eyes.

(He's really bad at puppy dog eyes.)

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