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Amy and Rory were asleep. The Doctor had changed into his tuxedo. He balanced out a few readings with the poke of some buttons and slammed down a lever. The TARDIS landed with its usual grinding ‘purr’ at Stormcage. River strolled in within moments, already dressed in a beautiful evening blue dress as if she’d been waiting for the Doctor for a few minutes already. His hearts fluttered. He strutted towards her confidently, going for a ‘hello’ kiss. He stopped in time to realize that River’s timeline might not match up to his, but he didn’t stop quickly enough to stop River from noticing.
“Past the wedding then, I see,” she remarked. The Doctor smiled, now reassured that their timelines synced.
“Hello, sweetie,” the Doctor greeted, continuing his previously interrupted advance on her.
“That’s my line,” River replied flirtatiously. The Doctor reached his arms around River, slid them into the small of her back, and gently urged her closer to him.
“Then say it,” he flirted back. River smiled, put her arms up over the Doctor’s shoulders, and whispered, “Hello, sweetie.”
They leaned into each other; their lips met and the Doctor held on for as long as he could, not wanting to waste a minute with this incredible woman – especially when their timelines were synced up. Eventually, they had to part to breathe, but the Doctor couldn’t resist throwing himself back in and starting all over again. The Doctor remembered his first kiss with River back in Stormcage, and how flustered and surprised he’d been. He couldn’t imagine how River felt, and he felt like he needed to make up for it. For her, it hadn’t yet happened - but he leaned further into her, holding her dearly as if to apologize in advance. She accepted his body language and relaxed a little more, so that more of her body weight was pinned onto the Doctor’s chest. The Doctor had to stand firm to keep from falling over. He moved his arms from her back to having one holding the back of her head and the other with his hand pressed gently against the front of her abdomen to support her as she shifted more and more of her weight onto the Doctor. All the while, their lips stayed connected. Suddenly, the Doctor stumbled backwards and hit the TARDIS console with his lower back, and their lips parted. By that point, he was ready to spin away to his controls and take her somewhere marvelous or adventurous or whatever she wanted – but River wasn’t going to waste the precious time they had together during their synced timelines. She took advantage of his now slightly more vulnerable position, which was awkwardly flattened, half-standing against the edge of the TARDIS console. She leaned in for another kiss, practically on top of him. The Doctor was a little flustered, but he accepted her body language. He had one arm behind him, supporting himself against the console, and the other on her shoulder, sort of romantically and sort of to keep her from pushing him onto a button or lever and cause a tear in the fabric of reality – though, she did already do that once, and it only led to them getting married…
The memory fueled his lust and love for her, and he pushed off the console a bit so he could stand properly and get a proper hold on River. He grabbed her squarely by the shoulders and pushed her a bit, so that their lips separated again.
“Doctor?” she questioned, wondering why he’d suddenly interrupted their moment.
“River,” he murmured. He smiled and this time, it was him to push his face into hers. She seemed a bit shocked at first, but it was less than moments before she accepted him into her arms and he took the lead for once. Of course, River was wearing high heels, so her traction and balance wasn’t as steady as his. The Doctor didn’t realize River was losing her balance, and River didn’t either until the last moment. She fell backwards, and the Doctor fell with her. He fell right on top of her and nearly hit his head against hers with the impact of hitting the floor, but her curly hair fell across her face and cushioned it. At first they were both stunned, but that quickly faded and they laughed.
“Docto-ho-h-or!” River giggled. The Doctor laughed, his face burrowed in her hair. He arched his neck to lift his head out of it, and when he could see again, he found himself looking deep into her eyes. He knew he should probably get up. He started trying to get to his knees without hurting River, but she reached up, grabbed him by the shoulders, yanked him back down, and kissed him all over again. He let himself fall gently back into her body. It pained him to think of when she would move on and see earlier versions of himself, and not get to have moments like these, and even more to know he has to move on and eventually, she wouldn’t know him. Suddenly, he felt a tear roll down his cheek and drip off. It landed on River’s cheek, and she opened her eyes to see the Doctor’s face. They both pulled out of the kiss.
“Doctor? What’s wrong?” River asked, concerned.
The Doctor reached around River’s head and ran his fingers through her thick, curly hair.
“I don’t want this to end,” he admitted. River responded with a sad smile, and replied, “It doesn’t have to. Not yet.” She reached up and thumbed away the tear tracks on his face. The Doctor formed a weak smile.
River’s smile went from sad to joyful. They were still in an awkward position on the floor, but neither of them wanted to move.
The Doctor kissed River once again, but this was quite possibly the most passionate, loving kiss they’d ever shared. They didn’t use romantic gestures anymore, but simply loving ones. River reached around the Doctor’s torso and hugged him, still kissing him, and he hugged back. Of course, this meant that River had no free arms to support the Doctor above her and the Doctor had no free arms to support himself, so they slumped together and shared the warmth of each other’s bodies. It had been a very long time since the Doctor had been this close to anyone; probably somewhere around a millennium.
He let River roll him over so that she was hugging him on top. Her curly hair fell over her shoulders and tickled his face, but he didn’t mind as long as he got to be with the one he loved. For now.
Suddenly, the Doctor heard a noise; an echo-y sort of noise of something soft brushing the floor – like slippers sliding over the glass TARDIS floor. He released his embrace on River and pushed her up by the shoulders.
“Did you hear that?” he murmured. River shook her head and re-embraced the Doctor. “You’re just being paranoid,” she assured. The Doctor decided that he probably was just being paranoid, and let River continue to kiss him. But his lips were tight now. He was tense. He felt her gently nudge his leg, suggesting that they roll over, without using words. She did, so that now they were both on the floor, facing each other. The Doctor stopped kissing her, though River clearly didn’t want to stop yet, when suddenly-
“Doctor?”
He recognized Amy’s voice, and his hearts’ beats rose quickly. He half-sat up to look over River’s dancing curls and see Amy standing there in her nightie, looking a bit shocked. “River?” she said, with less emphasis. River turned over to face Amy and sat up like the Doctor.
“It’s-I’m-she-” the Doctor’s mind blanked out when he tried to come up with an explanation.
River, of course, composed herself and stood up quite calmly, her previously smoothed dress now crumpled and wrinkled in a couple of places. She looked over to the Doctor, who was still half-sitting up, and said, “See you later, sweetie. Call me.” She waggled her hand by her ear, forming a phone shape with her fingers. She then turned to Amy and said, “Nice to see you again, mother.” She briskly strode out of the TARDIS and back to Stormcage. Now, only Amy and the Doctor were left in the console room. An awkward silence fell over them.
The Doctor realized he was still just sitting there, bow tie lopsided, hair frazzled, and clothes wrinkled. He scrambled to his feet.
“I-uh,” the Doctor stammered.
“You’ve got a little something there,” Amy said with a smirk, pointing to her lips. The Doctor blushed, and reached up to wipe the lipstick off his face.