"Does it bother you?" the Doctor asked.

"What?" River said.

"That you were literally made for me," the look in his eyes was vulnerable, anxious.

She laughed and cupped his cheek. "Where did you get that idea, Sweetie?"

"Well, I mean, it's not like you had a choice," he said, biting his lip, giving her a big eyed look.

She shook her head. "Oh, my love, it was entirely my choice." She shook her head again before he could interrupt. "I wasn't made for you, Doctor. I was made to kill you. I was made to be the antithesis of you, to counter you, to anticipate you, to outmaneuver you, to survive you, and to bring you down."

He gulped.

She smiled and kissed him softly. "I wasn't made for you. I was made against you."

"B.. but..."

She pushed him down into the console chair and plopped herself in his lap. She started drawing designs on his bowtie. He gulped again, his Adam's apple bobbing.

She grinned. "Being for you," she said, whispering, leaning toward him, invading his space, filling his senses, "was entirely my idea."

She kissed him, curling his toes in his boots, her warm weight leaning against him.

She pulled back, watching him, eyes so bright and soft. He cleared his throat.

"I like that idea," he said, his voice coming out in a husky rumble.

She purred. "I thought you might."

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