Chapter Sixteen, Part Two: Midnight at the Frog and CraneMature

The Doctor, in his infinite wisdom, sits up easily, furrows his brow and studies Rassilon with the intent of a hungry male walrus, then decides to say something… relatively notable. “Nothing a sense of humour won’t fix. He’s just cross because he thinks I stole his Christmas present to himself a while back.” He pokes at Rassilon’s free hand, the other still being around the Master’s neck, and smiles, lifting it up and waving the fingers at River, then the Master. “Rassilon, this is my wife, River Song. Master, this is my wife River Song. River, this is Rassilon, and that’s the Master! Say hello, Master! Say hello, Rassilon!”                                                     

River Song exhales a heavy breath and adjusts her seat on the Doctor’s bed. She shoots a glance at the Master, then turns back to the Doctor, saying only, “Now Sweetie, you know that’ll never catch on at parties. And are you sure you’re quite all right and sorted after borrowing my body to play your little trick? That was quite a new experience, you using my mouth like that. Anyway, he must be in shock. I think it’s a good look for him.” 

“Well yes, but which one? An yes I’m quite sure I’m fine…” the Doctor smirks. He checks Rassilon’s neck and wrists, then the Master’s… wrists, for obvious reasons.  “You know, Dear, I think you’ve got something there.” Wrapping his arm around River’s  waist, he pulls her against him, pressing  long squarish fingers to her stomach. “And may I say, you look ravishing in that Flesh avatar, rather like a bar of dark chocolate with legs.” 

“Oh yes, very fine…” says River, eyeing his bum, and with both eyes, too! “But I don’t know what to call you. Perhaps a caramel? Or a nougat… no, no- my Benjamin’s definitely a jelly baby.”

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