[oom] With Your Shield Or On It

[hell_in_highheels]

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There's a fumbling at the door and no small amount of cursing in some ancient tongue.  The key jangles in the lock and River opens the door, closing it behind her with her hip.

She's cradling one hand against her chest and she looks like she's been crying.

Being angry is easier than acknowledging the ache in her chest, so she's going to go with angry.  For just a little bit longer.

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[hell_in_highheels]

She catches his hand in hers before he can move away, gripping his hand tight.

What she wants to say is that if had been him, she'd have waited a hundred years, knowing that he was coming back for her. She'd have waited a thousand years. What she wants to say is that what she feels for him makes her marriage pale in comparison. In this sea of intense emotion, and feeling like an utter fool, she can't find the words

When she does speak, her voice is quiet and fierce. "He's harmless."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He raises both eyebrows, surprised.

"I'm not going to beat him up, if that's what you're thinking."

[hell_in_highheels]

She shakes her head, laughing, looking down at where their hands are linked.

"No, no that wasn't what I was thinking at all."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"All right."

He quirks an eyebrow at her.

[hell_in_highheels]

He makes it look so simple.

She settles for bringing his hand to her lips and kissing his fingers.

"Put your shoes on and you can show me where the Infirmary is."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He smiles at her. "Yes ma'am."

He lets her finish her own ministrations before he grabs his own boots.