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The doctor smiles at his wife as she dances around the Tardis control centre, pushing buttons there, pulling levers here.
He used to be very fidgety about it, but his new face is very laid back with everything concerning his favourite girls.
River looks both concentrated and completely relaxed, natural at the same time as she types in the coordinates.
She wants to visit Glasgow - the planet.
She says she’s never been there before.
He knows better, but it’s not the right time to offer it to her yet.
Spoilers, after all.
Or not really. Technically, it isn’t a spoiler when it happened in both your pasts, is it?
The doctor shakes his head and catches River in a brief rest of fluid motions.
She smiles as he hugs her from behind.
“You’re getting quite good at this, huh,” she teases, and he frowns.
“Good at what?”
“At letting me drive,” she smirks.
“Oh, that,” he lets her go, half pouting, half smirking as he strolls through the bridge,
“I think baby-face-me might have had slightly anxious control issues,” he chuckles and she raises a brow.
“Slightly? You would get sweaty hands if I just touched her!”
They laugh and then she’s the one hugging him from behind, resting her cheek against his shoulderblades.
“I am enjoying this, Doctor,” she mutters eventually.
He waits for her to continue.
“Being with you like this, happy and in peace, for once. Domestic bliss,” she closes her eyes.
He sighs and turns, so that he can hug her against his chest.
Pressing a kiss to the crown of her head he contemplates what he’s going to say next.
He knows she’s happy but he can’t help but feel his hearts heavy in his chest, knowing what’s to come for her.
“Promise me you’ll remember us like this, River Song, happy and in peace.” He quotes and his voice wavers only enough for her to throw him a questioning look.
“Spoilers, my dear,” he explains and she looks away. She’s grown to hate that word.
She used to love it, but now… Spoilers weren’t fun innuendos anymore, weren’t promises of a future together.
They were the dreadful knowledge of the end.
“Let’s live in the moment for now, my love,” she decides, “Leave all the spoilers on the ship. We’re off to have an adventure!”
With that she sprays that handy mist over her body and her tactical work clothes transform into a beautiful nightgown.
“What do you think?” She smiles brightly and he scratches the back of his head.
“I think I am really glad you’re on my side, Doctor Song,” he chuckles, blushing slightly as she catches him staring at her cleavage.
The dress reveals enough of her chest to make his pants tight, something quite rare with this face, and the soft, black fabric of the dress hugs her waist so tenderly he is almost jealous of the cloth.
Her hair was up and the dress doesn’t have sleeves, and her bare shoulders call for his attention.
He steps towards her, unable to resist.
She lets him kiss her neck and her collar bone and just when she feels his hands grip her harder she nudges him away.
“Now, now, darling, you don’t want dessert before dinner, do you?” She smirks.
Oh but he does. If he could, he’d only eat desserts. Ever. And she’s his favourite dessert of all time.
She clings to him like he’s an oversized accessory and he loves showing her off to all the other guests in the classy establishment.
It resembles a renaissance style castle, almost, large, beautifully painted ceilings, marble floor and tall statues of whatever mythology this planet seems to have.
River sways her hips as they make their way to their table, enjoying the gazes of the other guests as the doctor elegantly pulls out a chair for her and then seats himself opposite her.
Oh how she loves this face. She loves everyone of his faces of course, but this one… she knows she shouldn’t, but she is drawn to how much older he looks, especially in contrast to her.
She feels hot between her legs when she gets mistaken for his daughter and she has to bite her tongue not to call him ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’ when he’s cross with her for whatever silly reason.
She’d been very embarrassed about her attraction to his superficial features at first, not daring even a kiss on his lips, until he’d asked whether she felt icky about kissing an old man.
Oh- the night that had followed that statement had been one for the records.
His new face is very good at being dominant too. The thick Scottish accent paired with his strong, calloused hands made her weak in the knees just thinking about it.
Dinner passes rather quickly, now that the doctor has caught on to River’s train of thoughts.
He can almost smell her arousal when she bites her lip and looks at him from hungry eyes.
He feels almost guilty for slowing things down, but he has to get this off his chest.
“River,” he begins carefully, taking her hand from across the table.
“Do you remember how it took you a minute to recognise me?”
She looks him like he has just asked her the wildest thing.
“Yes,” she answers questioningly.
“And do you remember our first time together?” He asks on and the smirk slowly returns to her face. His expressions keeps clear though.
“I do, Sweetie,” she smiles, “My parents were not amused the next morning,” she chuckled and he gives her a smile in return before turning serious again.
“River, that was not in actuality our first time…”
“Well, I figured you’d been with me before, I mean, we live back and forth after all, what do you call it - timey wimey?” She seems confused, and he’s very sorry for it.
“Yes, I have but… you’ve been with me before that too. But it was an accident… the wrong face… and I.. we had agreed on blocking the memory until we met properly…”
River looks at him with a deep frown.
“You’re telling me I agreed on letting you take my memories?” She feels hurt. He knows her memories are sacred to her, and no wonder, after what all those terrible people did to her in her past.
He has to nod though. “I was there by accident… you were with your classmates, on an archaeological dig or something and stupid me couldn’t stay away…”
“I want them back.” She crosses her arms, making her breasts pop.
He purses his lips and places a small chip onto the table in front of her.
“Put it into your screwdriver. Calibrates the frequency to push it back into your mind. You can relive it. Whenever you want to. But be careful, you might want to do it somewhere private.”
She raises a brow at him, then at the chip.
Hesitantly, she takes it into her hand.
“Why are you giving me this now?” She asks.
He sighs.
“Twelve years spent, twelve to go, my love,” he says and she understands. She always does. Oh how he cherishes her.
“I would like to relive it,” she says.
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
—
River seats herself in a big comfortable wing chair in the library of the Tardis.
The doctor sits across from her, with a book and a cuppa, insisting that he wants to make sure she’d be safe.
She doesn’t mind much, and she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before finally pushing that one button on her sonic.
For a second, nothing happens, and she is about to say something, but then it feels like she is pushed back into the chair, and then she shakes her head and blinks and-
There is sunlight. A lot of sunlight. She is outside.
It takes a moment to adapt, but she remembers this place. Faintly, but she does. She’s on- Glasgow the planet! So she’s been here before, huh and the doctor has been very hush hush about it.
She feels smug only for a second before she starts merging into this younger self.
She knows she’s herself, but her current consciousness is burried deep down, making way for this, oh so much younger version of herself. Centuries younger.
She’s well over 300 now, but she’s barely brushed 21 back then.
It’s hard looking mature and all when you’re just a kid basically.
She’s making the best of it though, and she likes the attention she’s getting for her curves after all. Gets her through exams she wouldn’t have managed otherwise.
Mind you, she’s working hard for this, but some subjects are just boring.
Not as boring as- is that-
She looks up from the clay shard she’s been brushing dirt off for the past half hour.
There’s someone waving at her from a couple of yards away, standing against the sun so she can’t make out his face.
The way her chest tightens she knows it must be him.
There’s a sense in her, she can’t put a finger on it (yet), and for now she calls it the tingly feel, whenever there’s anything with time involved.
It gets really strong when the doctor is around and it gets even worse when the Tardis is around. Well, worse is an unfitting word. It’s not bad, it’s just weird?
She shakes her head.
Standing up, she brushes her muddy hands against her already dirty jeans and strides over to the man waving at her.
“Hello, sweetie,” she grins, rogue curls escaping two braids right and left of her sun kissed face.
It’s the doctor, alright.
“So you’ve met me before, huh?” He jokes and she is young and insecure, not knowing what he’d do if she told him she’d never seen this face on him before.
So she lies, nodding.
“What are you up to, Professor?”
Oh. So this archeology thing sticks with her, huh? Good to know. Whatever she’s doing it must be good then.
But what would she tell him now? She’s nowhere near the knowledge she’d have in… well whatever many years he’s from.
“Spoilers…” She smirks suggestively, knowing that word usually stopped the questions quite good.
And indeed, he just sighs and offers her his arm, which she gladly takes.
It’s hot on Glasgow the planet, unlike its namesake.
River thinks it should rather be called Kairo, or maybe Furnace Creek.
Her jeans stick to her sweaty legs and the white crop top is doing nothing from hiding the sweat dripping down her back and between her breasts.
Her sunglasses offer little to no protection, and the sunscreen she’d lavishly bathed herself in this morning was sticky and uncomfortable.
“Where are we going?” She asks the doctor.
She studies his face from the side.
The last time she’s met the doctor, he was a dashing young thing, all legs and cheekbones and chin, and the cutest floppy hair.
And now he was all Einstein meets Beethoven? But oh she doesn’t mind.
At all.
She can’t help staring at the wild grey hair, and the old, wise eyes, the harsh nose, the thick eyebrows and the defined jaw and throat.
She’s never been with anyone before, but since she’s been in this body, she’s been having all those weird feelings towards people. And oh, the feelings she gets when looking at him are… interesting to say the least.
“I’m taking you to the hot springs,” he says.
“Oh, Doctor, don’t you think it’s already hot enough?” She whines and he just chuckles.
“Don’t worry, it’s just the name of the place. They’ve turned it into a natural spa thing, plenty of cool springs too,”
She sighs in relief and lets him lead her, clinging to him and enjoying his company.
She’s happy he hasn’t caught up with the fact that she was in fact a very young version of herself. But maybe that was because he was a very old version of himself. Or not? Did old age work on timelords the same as on humans? Probably not. Oh well, who cares anyway, they’re there.
River smiles, satisfied as she sees the doctor is right.
It’s like a big water park and she already feels a cool breeze tickle her heat-sore skin.
She is surprised the doctor has brought swimwear, but she gladly accepts, changing into a simple black bikini.
It fits her perfectly. She’s impressed for a moment before realising, that this was most likely her go to thing in the future and that that was the reason it fit, and not because the doctor knew her size so well.
She holds in a laugh when she sees her doctor, looking more like a vampire fresh out the grave with the pale Scottish skin and the sunglasses and the black swim shorts.
Upon closer inspection she finds muscles on that new body, finds very alluring chest hair, finds soft skin, longing for her touch.
She bites her lip as he offers her his arm once again and they step into the water.
It sends shivers down her spine, cool pooling around her to give her skin final relief.
It doesn’t take long and she clings to him again, head against his comfortable chest. She can enjoy him without sweating or sticky sunscreen now, closing her eyes against the steady thump of two beating hearts.
They spend their hours chatting about, joking, sharing innuendos she’s taking far too literally.
When the sun starts setting, his hands wander, caressing her bare back, fingers casually slipping under the hem of her black slip.
She sighs, the heat between her legs already making her squirm.
“You’re quite needy today aren’t you?” He chuckles into her ear through thick curls.
She is afraid he caught her act for a moment, then decides if he did he hadn’t shown yet, so she goes on.
“Why, is that a problem, old man?” She lightly kisses the side of his neck.
“I’m not complaining,” he reached into her slip again to grab a handful of her soft cheek, squeezing it in his bony hand.
She arches against him and lets out another sigh when she feels he is quite ‘needy’ too, already pushing against her belly through his swim shorts.
“I’m feeling lightheaded,” she begins then, kissing his neck more intensely,
“I think I need a doctor…” she purrs and he kisses her shoulder in return.
“Hm, you are quite hot,” he hums, “maybe I should examine you…” he pulls her closer against his erection and she shudders, never having felt this tension inside her before.
Of course she’s been very good at taking the edge off herself, but it wasn’t comparable to having someone’s prick press against your already throbbing core.
She wants to do it right there, she nibbles the skin behind his ear, grinding herself against him hungrily, but he stops her, gently pushing her away.
“There’s a motel next to the hot springs,” his voice is heavy with lust, “I need a bed for a proper examination.”
She’s so weak in the knees she doesn’t know she can make it there. She feels intoxicated, feels like she’s walking on cotton and it takes forever and no time at all until they’re in the air conditioned room.
The sun is almost all gone now, drowning the room in pink and purple.
The bed isn’t luxurious but it will do, she thinks, just as long as he finally takes her.
He lets her walk into the room first, and she watches him close, and lock, the door.
Her breath catches in her throat.
He stares at her for long seconds before he’s kissing her, fire and ice crushing into her need. He’s all tongue and teeth and she’s almost overwhelmed by the taste, the smell, the feel of him holding her close. His hands are everywhere and she feels impossibly more heat building up inside her.
She wants to take control but she’s weak against him, only able to nudge him in the direction of the bed.
But then he stops.
Steps away with an expression she can’t place.
She’s a mess, her knickers soaking wet, and not with the pool water, her lips puffy and her chest flushed.
She wants more, wants him, but he looks at her, and for a moment she thinks she can see pity in his eyes, then it shifts into more of a defeatedly sad smile.
“How old are you, River?” He asks and now she feels lightheaded in actuality.
She looks to the floor. Fidgeting with her hands, she debates on what to tell him.
“What gave it away?” She eventually asks.
“To your credit, it took until just now,” he smiles and to her relief it’s a gentle smile.
“I guess I wanted you to be an older you… I’d missed you so much, River,” he says and he sounds weirdly emotional.
“I’m sorry I’m not her..” River mutters under her breath, sure he would bring her back to her classmates now, and leaving like he’s made the biggest mistake ever.
But he steps close again and hugs her to his chest.
“You’re her,” he coos, “always and forever. You’re just not the you I was expecting.”
She doesn’t know what to reply and so she just nudges closer, drinking in his warmth.
“We can’t… let this continue though,” he sighs apologetically.
She knows she doesn’t have a say in it but she’s disappointed nonetheless.
“Why not?” She whispers.
“Because you’re too young, River… you’re barely more than a child… you don’t know me yet at all…”
“But I know you!” She protests and looks up at him, desperate eyes searching his.
“I’ve always known you… I have… through my parents… through my research and…” she bites her lip before taking his hand and placing it above her left heart. “And through my hearts, Doctor… you’ve always been within me.”
He sighs and she thinks he’s pulling away but he places his other hand on her second heart, resting his forehead against hers.
“Don’t get me wrong, my love,”
She shudders at the name,
“I want to, I do… but it’s… it can be very overwhelming… and I’ve… never been with a you that’s so young…”
She doesn’t want to admit that that statement alone sends her places.
“I trust you,” she says instead, “You’re there, nothing will happen to me, ever,”
He opens his eyes at that, and there’s pain, so much pain in them she feels she might’ve offended him but he kisses her instead, much more tenderly than before.
She opens up beneath him, willingly kissing him back, passion flooding her system like she’s never experienced before.
“I remember our first time,” he says then, “and you were much older and never said anything… I guess we must’ve erased the memory, huh?” He says then.
“Okay,” she agrees without protest.
“Let me have this and you can take it again afterwards,” she looks at him again, pleading eyes.
“This face,” he clears his throat, “this body is different from my previous… I feel different needs…” he explains and she doesn’t care, she kisses him again, hoping he’d just shut up and do it already.
“You have to be sure, River,” he says again, “you’re still very young, you don’t know your body that well yet…”
“Please, Doctor…” she urges him now, getting desperate, “Please… I want- I need you…”
This is when the dam breaks and the doctor can’t resist longer.
He kisses her, fiercely, passionately, and his hands start grabbing her more roughly, forcing small sighs out of her whenever he squeezes her soft skin.
He pushes her backwards until the back of ger knees meet the mattress and he doesn’t wait before he throws her backwards.
She falls onto the bed, hands resting right and left of her face, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
He takes in the sight of her for a moment before he climbs on top of her, kissing her again and again until his mouth trails down her throat.
She wants to have him, so badly, and she wraps her legs around his hips, pushing her core against his erection.
But he just smirks, taking his time as his kisses travel to the hem of her bikini top.
He grabs the fabric with his hand and yanks it off of her in one rough motion.
Her breasts glitter with remaining pool water and new sweat and her pink nipples stand in eager excitement.
He grabs both of them in either hand, squeezing to the point it almost hurts but all she can do is offer small sighs of pleasure.
He looks at her when he pinches her right nipple, watching how her expression changes.
They kiss again and again and her face is wet with saliva and sweat but she doesn’t wipe it off, she wants him and everything about him with her and around her and on her and- oh god she wants him inside her.
But he takes painfully long paying attention to each breast, before his kisses trail lower until they meet the hem of her knickers. She holds her breath and he takes in her scent through the fabric, making a low, rumbling sound before he pushes it down over her hips.
Suddenly she’s shy, embarrassed by how sticky she already is.
She pulls him up by the shoulders to kiss him again and closes her legs, subconsciously, afraid he’ll find it odd or even appalling she’s so ready for him.
He does kiss her like she wants him to but then he pulls away, and stares right into her eyes.
“Open up,” he commands but she keeps her legs closed, slightly unsure of everything now that she’s completely bare before him.
When she doesn’t comply, he sits up and looks at her, contemplating what he is going to do.
Then he caresses her thighs, her calves and her knees- and then he harshly pushes her legs apart.
He smirks when her lips part in a wet noise, exposing her glittering clit and throbbing entrance.
She blushes, cheeks hurting almost but he enjoys making her uncomfortable that way.
“You bad girl…” he murmurs and in that instance it hits him that she really just is a girl.
She doesn’t want to be and she doesn’t look like one but she is.
The doctor fights the urge to treat her differently because of that, he knows she would be offended if he did anything different.
He presses a small kiss to her forehead, then her mouth, then her belly and then he kisses her clit, sending hot shivers through her entire body.
She gasps as he licks her with his flat tongue and she almost finds it weird until he points it to a sharper angle, flicking it over her clit in a fast enough motion to make her painfully realise she could come just like this, in seconds.
And he knows, because he’s been with her countless times and he knows how to get her there, knows how to throw her over the edge and throw himself after her to catch her in the fall.
What he doesn’t expect is how tight she is when he gently pushes a long finger into her and he doesn’t expect the small resistance he has to break to enter her with that finger.
She gasps and it’s just one finger for now, thumb circling her clit.
He watches her squirm beneath him, and she’s never looked this small before, never looked this vulnerable.
“Doctor…” she breathes, wants him to go harder, wants his cock inside her but he knows it will hurt her. At least at first.
“Are you sure?” He asks, breath hot against her cheek.
She nods, and wants to pull his shorts down, but he catches her wrists, pinning them both above her head with one large hand.
She stops resisting, letting him go at his pace.
His pants are off and he kneels above her, wanting her to be sure she really wants him.
The member belonging to this latest face betrayed the bony exterior, contrasting his slender frame in meaty thickness.
He’s long and hard and pulsating and she thinks she can see golden regeneration energy floating around him and in his eyes but she can’t keep her eyes open long enough to investigate it further because he returns to kissing her, guiding her hand to his cock, wanting her to feel him before he would bury himself inside her.
River doesn’t know what to do with a cock in her hand but she feels him, feels how hot he is, feels the blood pumping through him and she feels how large he is compared to her slender hand.
“River…” he moans into her curls as she starts stroking him, clumsily yes, she’s never done this before, but it’s her hand on him and it’s her prickling regeneration energy against his own, chemical reaction almost as strong as the emotional one.
She doesn’t know about their entwined energies yet, doesn’t know timelord anatomy at all for that matter. She will find out things about her body in her future but he can’t be bothered to be careful now. They’ve agreed on blacking out the memory of this night anyway and so he used their reaction energy to his advantage, letting his fingers sizzle against her eager flesh, forcing sighs and moans from her lips.
Finally, he guides himself to her entrance and she holds her breath as he tries pushing in for the first time, but he slips, hitting her clit in an uncomfortable angle.
She flinches and he knows he’s too big.
He pushes two fingers into her then, making her moan and he stretches her, opening his fingers, pulling and pushing and trying his best to loosen her for him.
He’s never had her this tight before and he’s worried he’ll hurt her for a second but she’s whimpering and moaning and he’s intoxicated with need.
She lets him do it all to her, gone is the embarrassment from earlier.
She bares herself to him, open, wet, needy and all he can do to not come from only looking at her, is to close his eyes and start kissing her mouth again.
He tries again now, positioning himself and she eagerly opens her legs more, obviously wanting him inside.
He pulls his soaked fingers from her centre, trailing them over her nipples and then making her suck on her own arousal as he finally pushed his member into her.
It feels constricting, she’s barely taken his head and it feels like that’s all there is to conquer until he forces and pushes and slips deeper, making her scream out. He knows this is painful to her but she’s desperate, she wants him and he wants her, and he makes it work the only way he can, radiating golden energy swirls to her clit, making her squirm and when she tightens around him he pushes through and she feels tears at the corners of her eyes when his pubic bone pushes up against her clit because he is inside her now, filling her so completely she feels almost sentimental about their connection.
He stays like this for a moment before he starts pulling out again. She doesn’t want him to go and so she tightens her legs around his back, pushing his bum toward her with her heels.
“Impatient little girl,” he rumbles in a low voice, lightly placing a large hand around her flushed throat, threatening her or trying to control her, he couldn’t tell.
Oh but it makes her squirm, she wants him to push down into her from all angles, wants him to hold her down while he’d mercilessly pump into her.
But he is painfully slow, and it is painful, because he is big and she is still not used to these sorts of activities.
She whimpers in pain as he thrusts back into her a little more forcefully than before and he hushes her, placing gentle kisses along her neck and collarbone and then he kisses her lips once more.
He hates to admit it, but he likes seeing how he inflicted pain on her that made her so wet for him. Because with every pain filled gasp, he feels a rush of hot wetness around him, and he’s encouraged to go faster and faster.
She can only scream now, clawing at his back and opening her legs impossibly wider for him so he can push further down into her. She feels like he’s reaching places within her she hasn’t even touched herself yet and she can feel heat building up between them.
It doesn’t take long and he’s pounding down into her over and over, at a speed where her opening doesn’t know wether to clench or relax and so she’s under constant tension, while trying to stay open enough so he finds her again.
Their connection makes wet, dirty noises and she loves that it makes her feel like a filthy whore.
He gasps when she thinks it and looks at her for a moment, and she thinks he can hear her speak in her mind and with her last bits of self composure she tries her theory, thinking she wants him to fuck her senseless, use her and abuse her, wants him to hurt her and bruise her. She wants her doctor, she wants him, daddy, she thinks and his hips jerk forward in response.
“I’ll make you scream, little girl,” he moans and she knows he heard her thinking.
There’s no keeping secrets from him, he’s in her head and he’s inside her body so deep she thinks she can taste him.
She does scream when he thrusts in and in and in and she feels the skin around her entrance growing sore but she is desperately close and she wants him to talk to her, wants to hear his voice coaching her into oblivion.
“So, you want to be dirty, huh?” His voice is shaky but she can only reply in wordless whimpers.
“I know you, River, I know all your dirty secrets, all your perverted needs…” he says and the fact that he knows things about her she doesn’t even know yet herself make her feel vulnerable to the point of crying but she stays strong, wants to bathe in the pain she’s feeling, the impossible pleasure he’s giving her.
She feels his hand wander down between them and then he circles her butthole with a slippery finger and before she can try to speak he pushes it inside and she screams like she’s never had before.
He didn’t lie when he said he knew her and she feels an explosion of ecstasy run through her.
He smirks as he sees her come undone for him the first time tonight. Her eyes roll back in her head and he thinks she’s knocked out for a second but he keeps moving, rolling through her orgasm like relentless lava, forcing it’s got way through everything that comes in its way.
He pushes a second finger into her ass and she can only moan now, exhaustion in her features but he’s not done.
She wants to be fucked raw, she wants this to be her coping mechanism and he wants it to be just as badly. He knows it’s selfish, but he’s too old and knows her too well and so he pulls out to make room for three fingers in her behind, curling and twisting them until she’s close to a second time before he pushes back into her front, pre cum in the form of golden swirls working their way through her insides all the way to tickle her lungs and heart.
She feels sick for a moment before she processes what he was doing and then she sees the gold radiating from her own core and she feels like a goddess when he thrusts impossibly deeper, massaging himself through the thin wall between her bum and her front.
She feels herself roll over another orgasm and she feels dizzy now, unable to even moan when the pleasure intensifies and the gold starts filling the room, lighting everything. The sparkles catch in her hair and she realises it’s not the room that’s so bright it’s her eyes, her eyes are glowing bright gold just like the doctor’s and then she feels him come, shooting into her like a hot dagger.
Gold rushes through her and she feels it travelling through her abdomen, pooling inside her and bubbling back out through her behind and her front.
He shoots another two, three, four times and she doesn’t know what it’s supposed to be like but she imagines he’s especially good at making it feel warm and comfortable.
She wants to cling to consciousness, to stay awake, to thank him, to kiss him but the fourth time he shoots his endless gold into her she feels her eyes roll back and her head lul lifelessly to one side.
The doctor collapses on top of her and it takes a moment to catch his breath.
He’s satisfied with this night, knows he satisfied her as well.
“I love you…” he whispers quietly.
They rarely say it. They both know it but it’s a sacred statement between the two, and he doesn’t want to spoil its meaning by overusing it.
But he tells her now, and he kisses her cheek.
He frowns when she doesn’t respond, and when he lifts himself off her he sees what he’s done; she’s a complete mess, swollen and bruised and glittering with sweat and the remains of their bodily fluids.
She’s still faintly glowing in gold and though he knows she will be fine, he’s worried that maybe she wasn’t ready for him yet after all.
He knows she’s timelord enough to take his energy, she has her own after all, but seeing her so broken open like this, he wonders if he hasn’t overdone it.
But then she stirs, and he smiles at the satisfied grin in her young face.
“Oh River…” he sighs and sits back down, brushing her sweaty curls out of her face.
He kisses her forehead lightly and then he debates on what to do.
He knows the gentleman-thing would be to wait with her until she wakes up, and take her memory with her fully conscious of it.
But he is afraid of the pain, afraid of the loss.
He knows she can not remember this night, it’s too early, he was too much for her so young, but he already mourns the memory.
He reminds himself that one day she could remember this again and so he gently wraps her into the blanket which lays crumpled on the bed.
Almost as crumpled as her, he thinks with a chuckle.
He carries her into the Tardis and he blocks her memory with the help of his trusted ship, before he washes her and dresses her and then he lands the Tardis in the university camp and waits until no one can see them before he places her in her tent.
He is about to leave when he thinks better. She will feel the aftermath of this for days to come and he doesn’t want her to think someone took advantage of her and so he places one of her vibrators under her blanket with her, hoping she’d think she gave herself enough orgasms to black out.
And it works.
She remembers thinking exactly that.
Remembers being sore for days, muscles aching and skin pulling in places she’s never reached before.
And she doesn’t have a comparable orgasm or any similar experience until she’s with the doctor again, many years later.
River opens her eyes to concerned muttering and constant beeping of his sonic screwdriver.
“Doctor?” She asks, throat feeling hoarse. He’s with her in the blink of an eye.
“River! Oh thank god you’re awake… I was starting to get really worried!” He says but all she can do is look up at him with an expression he’s never seen on her face before.
“I can’t believe you took this from me,” she whispers, and he stops in his tracks.
“I had no choice, River…” he starts, confusion in his face.
“I know,” she sighs, understanding of course, but she’s still hurt. “It just… you made me believe that this never happened… and it was… I…”
“I know…” he hums, “I was there, Sweetie, I know…”
She blushes at that. It is a rare sight these days, River blushing.
But he still manages to colour her cheeks a crimson from time to time.
Her body hadn’t changed much since that night, except for the fact that she was easier to get in to. But her eyes were so much wiser, and the way she carried herself was much more fitting her mature form. But he loved her anyway, any form, any face, any time.
She smiles up at him, deciding not to be cross with him. Why would she be. She had agreed to this and she is glad he’s given it back to her now.
She shifts and then gasps.
There’s a big wet spot on her seat.
Her eyes shoot up at the doctor.
“Did I…”
“Yes,” he says, “I couldn’t stop it… you just… started and it… well it looked rather painful,”
She wants to stand up, check herself out but when she rises, her vision grows blurry and he’s there to catch her when her knees give in.
“What…” she’s confused, but he smiles, knowingly.
“I think your memory must’ve been a little more interactive than we’d assumed…” he said and she catches the smug expression on his old face.
“Oh shut up,” she chuckles but is thankful he’s holding her.
“Make me…” he whispers, and then he kisses her and they make love, and she’s happy to have him and he’s happy to have her.