hell_in_highheels | [oom] New Moon

"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.)

"Well, it's not mint ice cream," she teases.

She leans one elbow on the table and idly strokes a finger down the side of her neck.

"I can live with that," he says once he realizes he's been staring.

Mint ice cream is completely unnecessary at this stage.

He pokes her foot with his toe.

River beams under his scrutiny, her scent a wash of love and triumph.

"Unless of course, you want mint ice cream," she teases, looking at him through her lashes as she takes another bite of her steak.

Her bare foot brushes along his, teasing along his arch.

"I believe I'll pass."

He restrains the shiver that passes through him, instead curling his toes under.

"Unless you prefer I was less distracted?" It doesn't seem likely.

"Hmm. I believe..." The side of her foot rests alongside his, curves touching curves like two halves of one whole. "That you are precisely the right amount of distracted for my nefarious purposes."

Perhaps it's the glass of wine that's making her cheeks flush, but she thinks not.

"Fair enough." He's quite content to let his foot rest there.

"As long as you understand there may be consequences to your actions."

"Oh?"

She fills her glass again and offers to fill his.

"Serious ramifications, hmm?"

He nods, holding his glass for her.

"That entirely depends on what your planning."

"There are consequences for every action, some easily foreseen, others completely unexpected. Every pebble tossed in the ocean causes ripples."

She holds her glass up for a toast.

"If you're willing, I think I'm ready to makes some waves."

Even though the tone of her voice is steady, her scent ripples with a certain wildness.

He gets the feeling this conversation just turned rather serious.

He reaches for his glass, fingering the stem.

"Tonight?"

His hesitation calls up the sharp ache in her chest. The ache she's been holding onto since she first realized her way forward.

"Unless you have some compelling reason to wait..."

He doesn't answer at first. He eyes his wine glass, brows furrowed.

Is he really going to do this? He certainly believes what you lose is well worth what you gain, but will she? He knows she thinks she does and that she's done the research, but how can either of them be so sure this is what she wants?

He frowns a little more. She's done the research, more than he could have ever imagined possible. She knows as well as anyone can without being bitten what she's getting into. He can smell on her her much she wants this.

And the truth is, if it all works out? He wants this too.

He lifts his glass. "No. No reason."

Her eyes close for a long moment as the air fills her lungs again. When she opens her eyes, she smiles at him, trying to keep the mood light. Her heart is in her mouth. For all this is a serious decision, she doesn't want it to be a somber occasion. It's a joyous one.

My love, my mate. Make me yours.

She extends her glass to meet his.

"To us." The ring of crystal against crystal is as loud as a bronze bell in her ears.

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