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“... I want you to dominate me.”

“I only suggest my room, because, well…” There were other dorms around River’s. There was no saying just how loud the other woman would become. It would put the both of them at a bigger risk than normal to do this for the first time in River’s room. Her room wasn’t around other rooms, so there wasn’t as big of a risk towards being caught, and nothing was really stopping River from being loud.

"No. No, we'll go to yours. I want to go." She wanted all of it, everything that was going to come with this surrender. Couldn't Clara see that this was more than just some usual late night romp? River trusted her, and with more than just her body. The heart was a trickier thing to keep under control but she wasn't even going to try tonight.

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     And here it was, one more thing to write down in her diary about the ancient alien she spent far too long pining after; The Doctor wasn't funny. At least not when he was trying to be. Sometimes she found him hilarious but that was only because he wasn't even aware that he was doing it. This was just uncomfortable to bear witness too. 

                AH, NOTHING LIKE STEPPING into your own lecture on Primordial Archaeology to find half your audience either dangling off their chairs with holo-phones in their hands or asleep ontop of their textbooks. ——How flattering. Really motivates a Professor not to fail them all & watch them try harder to win her approval next year. In their defence, the moment she steps up to the podium & clears her throat, those in the front row hastily straighten in their seats, phones hastily stashed in pockets. This pattern of behaviour ripples through each row, like a pebble hitting the water’s surface. By the time the holographic screen behind her lights itself up, she has the undivided attention of every student.                 Sadly, it doesn’t last long.   ❝ Now, all texts on the subject that were written prior to the establishment of the Universal society of Historics & Antiquities in 5012 would have you believe that the peoples of Gragomire evolved some three thousand years after most Primordial Races had been eradicated from the universe. However, recent expeditions to the planets surface reveal that Gragomiran evolution predates preliminary estimates by over 2000 ye….. ❞ The Archaeologist trails off abruptly, alarmed to spot a very familiar flash of light somewhere to the right of her. The acrid smell of burnt ozone that follows soon after only confirms her suspicions. A Vortex Manipulator. A time agent chasing up their missing colleagues right hand? ( if so, they’re going to have to discuss it with Dorium ) As it transpires, she doesn’t have to reach for the gun she is not in fact wearing. ( confiscated by the Dean, much to her chagrin ) A splash of blonde curls & the unmistakable clink of stolen jewelry is enough to key her into the situation. Oh dear god no. Please let it not be the catsuit.                 River turns, slowly, robotically, as if being forced to confront your worst nightmare. It’s not that she isn’t fond of that particular outfit, or of her younger self popping in now & again. ( so nice to surround oneself with attractive company ) Rather, it’s the fact that the younger is standing her in the middle of her lecture. She can practically feel all of that carefully built up fear draining from her students. By three o'clock you can be assured everyone from the law faculty to the janitor will know that a doppelganger of Professor River Song turned up today wearing a catsuit. ——❝ What the hell are you doing here? ❞ She near hisses, trying in vain to ignore the whispered murmurings now circulating the lecture theater.

     "Well this is awkward isn't it?" She's trying to laugh it off, more than aware now that every was now starring and muttering. And not because she looked so good in her outfit. But what should she do about it then? Obviously sitting down and joining the class was out of the question, especially since it wasn't the right one to begin with. That and the fact that she was obviously giving some sort of-- presentation. She couldn’t present to herself could she? 

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