Chapter 1: A Night To Remember.

The Doctor swung open the TARDIS doors and immediately found himself facing River, who casually walked in, swiping at the scanner in her grasp. She looked up briefly.

"Hello Sweetie." she smiled, her rouge lipstick curving.

"Doesn't seem like you need any help." The Doctor answered, "I should get going" he turned around or more spun around in his signature style of a spin.

"Oh, shut up!" River scoffed.

"Are you sure you want me to?" he teased, dropping the serious act and returning to his usual playful self.

"Never." River spoke and half whispered.

"So be it, Mrs Robinson." he announced tapping her nose.

River frowned at the nickname which he would never forget, though her smile returned soon after.

"Indeed." River winked and The Doctor blushed the slightest blush.

"And what might be the reason for your urgent message?" he then inquired as if to change the subject.

He clasped his hands together waiting for her reply.

"Well, I just finished being chased by a fleet of Sontarans, clearly your late." she scolded him.

"Nasty fellows they were." she added.

"Hey, blame the TARDIS, she decided she needs to be at Sol 3, particularly in 21st century London, instead of here." he explained defensively waving his crazy hands.

"Oh don't you go blaming her, I have no idea how she puts up with you." River argued, defending the TARDIS after all she was her child in some way.

"You mean how I put up with her?" he fought back.

"Oh hush" she replied, silencing him with a look.

"If only you knew how to fly her properly." She then laughed.

The Doctors forehead creased in irritation but the anger dropped.

"Where would be the fun in that? He smiled his sincere smile.

River laughed at her nostalgic idiot.

"So...where are we then, shall we sync diaries?" she asked. "Life with a time traveler never knew it could be so much work."

"Believe you me when I say it's easier on your side." he answered his tone slightly grave.

River thought for a moment, "If only you knew how much it hurt." she thought but her face only smiled.

The Doctor also smiled but his mind was stuck with the image of River in the library.

River looked away, attempting to change the subject.

"So...where are we then?" she asked again. "Well, more like when are we?"

"Have we done Easter Islands yet?" he questioned.

"Yes." River replied flipping through her TARDIS blue diary.

"God I miss the place." The Doctor carried on.

"Me too she replied, and Jim The Fish" she added. But then stopped, abrupt.

River looked at the Doctor, studying him, trying to calculate how far along he was in her time stream, she couldn't just ask him if they were married yet. Of course not.

"Utah?" The Doctor asked as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Yes." River smiled and half sighed in relief.

He smiled in return, thinking of their wedding, and that long, lingering kiss. His smile said everything and so River approached. Her golden hair rustled beside his ear.

"Have you missed me?" she whispered.

"Always." He almost sighed, with desire in his voice.

That was it.

She kissed him, pulling him closer. Trying not to seem so eager but equally failing. He put his hands on her back, also trying very hard not to be too eager, trying to keep in control.

River's mind raced. She wanted him. Her heart beat faster. She grew angry at the stupid time issues, at how she never knew what he was thinking. How she never knew if it was the right time; or not.

The Doctor knew what she was thinking and tried the take her mind off it, by kissing her even more passionately. River kissed back equally, savouring each second. With all the hunger for each other they had developed since the last time, their emotions engulfed them.

His River. His wife.

The one and only was in his grasp. Living, breathing and kissing him with all the love she had.

The love was taking over. It ruled space and time in this moment.

She wanted him. She wanted more. She wanted him so much it hurt. The Doctor sensed something was wrong, he looked into her eyes, reading them. She looked back at him, her eyes willing, but pain-filled. That look broke his heart and he made a mental note to kick himself for it later on.

As tender as he could he whispered, "You have no idea how much I've missed you."

She looked up slightly shocked. A tear rolled down her cheek as she clumsily smiled to cover it up.

"And I you, my love" she spoke.

He smiled genuinely, for the first time this week, holding her hand tightly and saying with that childish, excited but romantic voice...

"How does Paris 1869 sound?" Desperately wanting to give her a present, a night she would like to remember.

"It sounds amazing." she whispered, her eyelids fluttering, temptingly.

"Why don't you go to the wardrobe and find yourself something to look absolutely amazing in?" he suggested.

River smiled brushing past the Doctor but turning back to say "Okay dear, back in a minute."

She cantered down the TARDIS corridor, opening the oak wardrobe containing a Narnia of clothes. Rustling through the 'fir trees' of the large row of beautiful gowns she finally stopped, pulling out one that caught her eye.

"Perfect for Paris 1869." she spoke out loud swishing it around.

She slipped off the murky green dress which was half dead after all the action. The Doctor stood out in the hall way, leaning against the wall, watching. Thinking about that look hurt him so much and he was probably the reason for it to be there. River began to do up her chosen gown.

But then turned around, sensing someone was in the room.

"Oh you bad, bad boy." she smirked, seeing her Doctor half trip as she had discovered him.

He walked towards her putting his hands on her waist and turning her as if they were dancing.

"And what is so bad in helping my wife to get dressed..." he spoke curiously.

"Especially, with a dress like this dress, with so many ties..." he continued in his low voice, his fingers running over the ties.

River gleamed as The Doctor leaned down to kiss her neck.

"So near to the perfect sentence." she faked a frowned.

"What do you mean?" The Doctor asked pretending to have not understood.

"Oh shut up!" she smirked knowing his tricks all too well. "You know exactly what I mean" she argued.

"Oh, do I?" The Doctor exclaimed sarcastically and then added, "Why don't you show me more clearly Professor Song?"

River rolled her eyes as he neared and then suddenly spun around.

"Make me" she teased.

"Aren't you afraid to tease a madman in his box?" The Doctor asked suddenly serious. "It might get dangerous..." he continued.

"Hah." River teased, "I'm your bespoke psychopath"," You. Dangerous, come on!" she grinned.

"I could be very, very dangerous, River." he nearly spat, while touching her shoulders and back firmly in a way that made her pupils grow almost twice their size. He was the reason for so much destruction so much pain and sometimes he just couldn't forget.

She thought for a second, slightly afraid, but not showing it, her mind starting to buzz.

"So I'll ask again" he still continued. "Are you sure you want to tease a mad man in his box?" he asked, breathing a bit heavily.

River stepped back away from him. She wondered why he was behaving this way. Doubt clouded her mind, had something happened since they last met? Her eyes saddened slightly as she looked into the mirror before them, The Doctor watching her.

He immediately regretted his behaviour. Of course he didn't mean to take it out on her, his gaze softened.

"I'm sorry," he spoke with lament in his voice.

"It's a strange day." he smiled.

River smiled with difficulty. "Isn't it always?" she replied.

The doubt killed. Here she was with this ageless god, so madly in love not knowing if he loved her back. Although, she refused to show any such doubt because she knew whatever the answer was to be, she'd still love him; in every way she could.

He smiled tenderly at her, with that look in his eyes; somewhere between I need you and you are very important to me. She knew that look. She could never resist it. She turned back towards him and kissed him.

"You are always and completely forgiven." she spoke, meaning every word, remembering the moment when he has said the same phrase to her, honesty had been in his eyes.

"It's good to know." he answered, pressing her next to him, feeling as if she wasn't really there; as if she was a ghost and he wanted to hold her for a minute more, before she turned to dust.

River sensed this and pulled him closer. She kissed him long and passionately, while still trying to not go too far. She tried to fight the impatience within her, but it hurt too much. She pulled him closer and closer.

He sensed that she was trying to fight it.

He, like her was torn into two parts of his brain. River grew frustrated, did he not want her? His kiss proved her wrong. He knew that in his emotional state, wanting her was a bad idea but that eagerness was stronger than him and for once she wanted him to be in control.

She wanted him to show her.

His kisses grew deeper, it was like he couldn't control himself anymore, her warm breath on his face, that wonderful hair of hers touching his cheekbones. Her body so close to his.

River forgot about resisting. She was no longer in control. All she knew was she wanted him. She wanted him now. She pressed herself as close as she could, urging him on. Wanting more, needing more. As she edged herself closer, his hand moved to her half tied dress and began to undo the rest of the ties, eager to touch her bare skin.

River kissed him repeatedly as he undid each tie, only making him quicken his pace. Finally, he undid all her ties, leaving her in the under dress; as he cursed himself for picking a time period - with that much clothing. Couldn't he have said the pink beaches of the planet Barcelona he thought, while his hand went to her nipple, lightly squeezing it as River softly moaned. She undid his bow tie while he sweetly, caressed her. Her under dress was not just a piece of fabric anymore. It was a wall between them. A wall he had to remove.

So his lifted it up from her knees, touching that very sensitive place and moving up with his hands slowly, his touch light as a butterfly at the beginning but when he reached her waist became very demanding , demonstrating, he was in control.

River moaned, this time slightly louder, the fire inside her only growing. Each kiss was more fuel. She pressed closer towards his hands while looking at his shirt buttons, sitting between them.

Her mind raced and before she knew it, she had pulled the fabric apart unbuttoning it immediately to reveal his bare chest. She ran her hand down it wanting to feel him, wanting to know this was real. She pulled away the shirt, which was no longer a problem and kissed him, again needing him and her bare skin against his making him crazy. He kissed her back demandingly, pushing her roughly against the wall. He was tall enough to lift her up and he did, spreading her legs, pressing himself against her, while kissing her breasts.

Meanwhile, River ran her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer she was breathing heavier. They both were.

Eager. Desperate, for each other. His erection growing so that he had to remove his trousers. The sight of it only made River wilder for him. All he could think about was him inside of her, no patience left. He simply had to have her. The same thought entered Rivers mind, she grew wetter as she watched him tear apart her underwear, frustrated at the thin material.

Forget wanting, she needed him inside her. His finger stroked her clit, teasingly as she breathed heavily. He needed her. Right now. He knew she was ready for him, and so he lowered her a bit, enough to touch her clit with the head of his penis. River bucked her hip nearer; her eyes begging for him enter to her. His urge was stronger than him and he entered her, feeling how wet she was for him.

River gasped as she felt him fill her, she clung to him. He moved slowly at the beginning, his hands clutching around her body. She moaned as she tilted her head back, the sounds escaping her mouth. The moans made him go crazier, go deeper as she felt him go deeper she nearly screamed.

"Yes." she breathed, her back beginning to arch.

His speed increased now, testosterone raging through his veins. He could tell that she was so damn close.

"The bedroom" she breathed to him, stroking his hair.

He could not speak, he could only do as she asked. The bedroom luckily wasn't very far, just out in the corridor. He carried her towards it and fiddled with the door knob, eventually kicking it almost angrily so that the door swung open. (Good old Donna he thought)

He carried his naked wife who was clutching him straight to the bed, still kissing her, to feed their needs. He laid her before him on the white sheets, smiling inside at the thought of her being all his. His wife. She tugged him nearer, whimpering and he obliged. Leaning on top of her, he entered her once again.

She wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him forward. It had only been a minute but she missed him inside her. "Someone's impatient" he finally spoke.

He saw her hungry, love filled eyes and saw that it was no doubt in the fact that he loved her. He couldn't run away from the truth and for once, as stubborn as he was, he admitted it. He looked into those eyes... "I love you." he spoke huskily and pushed deeper. River glowed not only and the thought of him so deep inside of her but of what he had said. He loved her, he really did. She kissed him as passionately as it were possible and their bodies became one.

He felt like nothing could separate them. His speed grew even more impatient now and they both knew they were incredibly close. River screamed "Doctor!" as she panted and then between moans screamed out his real name in Galifreyan, as they came simultaneously.

He quickly kissed her to silence her, before collapsing by her side. "Hush honey, you can't go about saying that." he instructed catching his breath. River remained silent, still in awe over what had just happened.

"Please don't be a dream." she prayed silently, but accidentally out loud. The Doctor heard. He scooped her into his arms and wrapped them both into the sheets. "This isn't a dream" he smiled and then planted a kiss on the nape of her neck.