Authors note: Hello again everyone :D This is an M rated story for a reason, so fair warning before you go in. To my returning readers, thank you very much for your kind comments, it gave me the confidence to keep writing. so hopefully you'll like this little story as well :D

Chapter One

"Have I forgotten something?"

He questioned, moving towards her with an almost playful gait. The light from her cell was harsh, yet somehow it only flattered him, cut in sharp lines around his face as if framing it for her perusal. There is amusement in his eyes, a flash of contrived bewilderment and she cannot help but chuckle at him.

"Oh shut up"

Her hand darts out, sliding up and around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, the kiss he forgot to give her. It was sweet, a warm touch in a place of such solitude. She'd longed for his touch, his kiss. At first he surrendered to her kiss, a little surprised at her forwardness, and then he starts fidgeting, not really fighting her, but he's not quite sure where to put his hands. His surprise is evident, and it's like a shock to her bones. They break apart, and then she remembers. She remembers as she stares up at his kiss swollen lips and slightly flushed face. Things don't always happen in the right order for them. They don't always meet at the right time in their lives. Has this ever happened before for him? Was this, at least in his mind, their first kiss?

She questions, half hoping he's just messing with her, "You're acting like we haven't done that before?"

But the way he fidgets, touching his face and his hair with frantic fluttering gestures tells her the answer before he manages to clear his throat, "We haven't."

All she can manage is a soft, almost horrified, "Oh."

She doesn't mean for it to sound sad. But it is. River expects him to run, so she isn't surprised when he takes a couple steps backwards, escaping her proximity. His eyes are sharp but confused, emotions warring for dominance across his face, gaze flickering back and forth so fast she's almost afraid he's having a seizure. For a moment she wonders at the requirements for treating such a thing, there wasn't exactly a compendium on Timelord illnesses after all.

And then he stops.

No noise, no motion. For a single moment he is the stillest he's ever been, her heart leaps into her throat. Has she messed up? has she screwed up her timeline and his? After all time can be rewritten. What if in making her move too early she's destroyed what could have been?

Then he does something she doesn't expect. He covers the distance between them in quick gliding motion, one hand gripping the bars of her prison cell. The other hand slowly reaching up to cup her cheek with a soft almost reverent touch. It's like he's seeing her for the first time. Like she's suddenly redefined the category he'd stored her in. And strangely enough, even though this is not the first occurrence for her, it feels new. Because the fingers that span her cheek are unpractised, soft but not as worn as the hands of the man she married. But they are the fingers of the man that she loves.

He should be speaking. That's what he does when he's nervous or unsure. Actually to be perfectly honest that's what he does most of the time, rattling off facts and stories at a mile a minute. Sometimes she thinks that he talks so much so that he doesn't have to think about where he's been. He can keep moving, keep running with his little box across time and space.

But now he's quiet. Studying her, focusing what seems to be the full extent of his brain onto her. She cannot help the shiver at that gaze. At being the subject of such intense concentration. Then ever so briefly his gaze dips to her mouth, his tongue darts out to moisten his lips. a movement that seems to be instinctive rather than deliberate. It gives away his thoughts. He's thinking about her lips, about the kiss they'd just shared. How it had felt so right, like they'd fit together like puzzle pieces. His body hovers just away from hers, barely a hairsbreadth away from her skin, the only point of contact that gentle hand upon her face. She can sense the energy racing through him, like he's a tightly wound coil awaiting the smallest catalyst to expend itself. It's a state she knows well.

It's the state he's in when he's about to do something stupid, brave and absolutely brilliant. His brain is running on every cylinder, dedicated to the problem of figuring her out. God she loves him when he's like this. Bursting with energy, almost about to fly apart. This is when he's at his most brilliant.

He speaks, "Geronimo."

And then leans in and kisses her. This time it's bigger, stronger, all shiny sensations and sparkling fireworks. His hand on her cheek slides back into her hair and pulls her against him. She certainly wasn't thinking about pulling back, about stopping this wondrous assault on her mouth. but part of her is excited by the thought that she'd have to struggle to do so.

Her hands fist in his jacket, holding him against her as tightly as she dared. Part of her is still terrified he'll run. That this will overwhelm him and he'll flee back into the Tardis and leave her here forever.

But he isn't running. The Doctor tastes unique, a tingle that isn't human, warm and sweet like a sugary candy that has the tiniest edge of sourness to it. It's damn near indescribable. She drinks from his mouth, determined to memorise every second of the kiss. Her body curls into his, the way she's always done. He seems content to kiss her, a hot languorous devouring that has every single sense on fire.

But she isn't some passive receptacle. No. that's the last thing she can be accused of being. She is the infamous River Song. And if there is something that she's always been good at, it's going after what she wants. Her fingers untangle from his shirt, slipping upwards, sliding into the short strands of his hair and pulls, ever so slightly. Their mouths part with a soft pop, and her eyes open quickly to see his face. She gets a rare opportunity to watch his eyes flutter. The long dark lashes framed against slightly flushed cheeks before his eyes open.

Their breaths intermingle. And it's like everything has frozen. There are a few moments in her life that she'd like to keep forever. Moments that she'll hold inside of her mind to carry her through the darker days ahead. Imprint them on the insides of her eyelids so that she can always see them. this was one of them.

His lips were a soft burnished pink, mouth slightly stained by her attentions. But his eyes, his eyes were always her favourite part. Because when she looked into those sad wise eyes, she can always see him. No matter the physical form he took, whose face he wore. His eyes gave him away. he was her Doctor.

"Ah. Okay. Interesting."

She cannot help but laugh an almost breathless exclamation of amusement.

"You always did have a way of understating things sweetie."

She's waiting now. Waiting for the panic to set it. but it isn't fear on his face. it's a flash of her doctor, her lover, and it's one of the best looks he's ever given her. It's a little bit of light hearted amusement mixed in with a wicked little smile and eyes darkened by lust.

"I know what you're thinking." She purrs, voice rich with amusement and arousal. His mouth opens for a moment, then closes.

"Lost for words? Five billion languages and you can't come up with a single thing to say. This is a momentous day, don't you think?"

"Oh shut up."

He kisses her again, and she's all too happy to comply now that he's giving her something far more fun to do with her time.

Authors note (addendum): See what i mean by the M? I hope you guys enjoy this little story and let me know what you think :D

~Madam Red.