Posture
Doctor Who tickle fic
Fluff, since I haven't done that in a while
Eleven x River
I saw this idea in a video on Instagram
Summary: River is mean to her husband
Domestic life was something the Doctor avoided like the plague. River loved it. She loved converting rooms of the TARDIS to look more like a home, since she knew her lover would never settle down and buy a house, so they compromised.
Well 'compromise' was a strong word.
It was more like River just did what she wanted and the Doctor grumbled about it but ultimately let her. He knew he wouldn't win these battles.
Luckily she let him have the control room. As much as River just did what she wanted, even she knew there were some lines she shouldn't cross.
Despite not being a fan of domestic life as a permanent thing, there were some parts of it that the Doctor enjoyed. One being, for instance, sharing a bed with his wife. In the past he had just slept on the floor, in chairs, at tables, and once even standing, leaning against the control panel. He hadn't even owned his own bed before River came along. He didn't see a need, since he just took naps on the floor and was back up to pilot in just a couple hours.
He also had found that he enjoyed decorating. Maybe his decorations were an odd mess of various trinkets he had collected from thousands of planets, but he liked moving them around and putting them next to River's stuff, even if she'd move them back when he wasn't looking. And then he'd move them back, and so forth.
That's what he was doing when he found River on her phone in one of their five living rooms. She had insisted they didn't need that many, but "River, I just have so many rugs, I can't put them all in just this one." She couldn't stand that man sometimes.
He walked into the room, ugly trinket in hand, as he looked down at her, inching toward their end table. "What are you doing that for?"
She raised a brow and looked up at him. "Doing what, love?" Her gaze fell on the little glass trinket in his hand and she forced the same smile she always did when he put it on their end table. The same smile she put on before she inevitably moved it back to his study.
He set it down with a satisfied smile before he looked back at his wife. "Sitting there just staring at your phone. What are you doing that for?"
River looked at the glass figure. It was an ugly little model of a Pting he had picked up. She closed her eyes for a moment, choosing to ignore it before she met his gaze once more. "I'm watching videos-"
"Ugh, the internet," he wrinkled his nose, "what's the point in watching other people do stuff when we can do stuff ourselves? We're time travelers, River, let's time travel!" He said, his energy ramping up. He was practically vibrating.
It always amazed Rose how he could get so much energy in such a short amount of time. It was like a countdown to 'Take-Off.'
"Well sometimes I don't feel like getting wrapped up in some alien government conspiracy, or fighting off the Daleks for the millionth time-"
"Oh why nooot.." He whined, much like a child.
River smirked a little. She loved this idiot. She hated him but man did she love him.
"Oh come on, Sweetheart, the internet can be good for some things. Like this trick I saw earlier to fix your posture and help your back. Come on, let's try it, you stand over that control panel all day." She said, getting up. She grabbed the glass Pting on her way out and stuffed it in her pocket to take back to his study later.
Confused but curious, the Doctor followed her down the hall, toward the control room. He noticed she grabbed a broom from the closet on their way and unscrewed the head off, just taking the handle with her.
When they got into the control room, she turned to him. "Okay, hold your arms out- no not up, out." When he complied, she slid the broom handle into his sleeve, across his back, and to the other side, holding his arms up in a T position.
"I feel like a scarecrow. How is this going to fix my posture?" He asked, shifting as River adjusted the bar a little so it wasn't digging into his shoulders.
Without answering, she dug her fingers into his upper ribs, tickling.
The Timelord yelped and tried to yank his arms down, only for them to be stopped by the broom handle under his sleeves.
"AHA! No this ihisn't fahair thihis isn't fahair! Rihiver!" He laughed, doubling over and trying to twist away.
River only ducked under his arm as to not get his and skittered her nails down his sides. "Since when did you think I played fair? You trust me too much, Sweetie." she purred.
He fell to his knees, giggling up a storm. He twisted again and ended up on his back, still tugging on his arms and now kicking his legs out. "Rihihiver! Mehean! Yohou're MEHEHEAN!"
"Just now learning this, are we, love?" She followed him down and sat on his waist, scritching up his ribs, delighting in his giddy panic as she reached his underarms.
She gently dug in, causing her husband to arch his back and cackle, tossing his head back.
"HAHAHAHAHA! RIHIV- RIHIVER!" He helplessly waved his hands in place, unable to really move his arms due to the broomstick.
River heard his shoes stomping the floor behind her so she smiled and had mercy, moving back down to his tummy, a spot he actually liked. His 'happy spot,' as she had called it.
His loud frantic laughter melted into pleasant, hiccupy giggles as he relaxed, leaning his head back. "Mehean, you ahare.." He chuckled, though he enjoyed the much gentler tickling. A kind of tickling he could actually handle, that helped him relax, and didn't get more than soft giggles out of him.
And finally, the tickling had ended and switched to a soft rubbing, easing the tickles away as she leaned down to kiss his forehead. He panted and looked up at her.
"What was all that for?" He asked, trying to sit up, but failing.
She chuckled and tugged the broomstick out of his shirt. "I didn't really have a reason, I just wanted to try it. And you certainly did not disappoint."
He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down on top of him "Mean. I married the meanest woman in the universe."
"Don't act like you'd pick anyone else over me, I'm fantastic." She grinned against his ear, making him shrug his shoulders a little.
"You are.. Fantastic."
