The Doctor lets out a rather amusing noise. "Ow!"

"Oh, she was right," River murmurs into the Doctor's neck. "Biting is excellent."

"What did you say?" the Doctor asks.

"The TARDIS," River whispers in his ear, "she tells me everything."

"Everything?"

She smirks, though it's more seductive on her than it could be on anyone else. "Everything."

"Oh, boy," the Doctor breathes, and River starts into a fit of giggles.

"You've been naughty, Mr. Song. Or is it Doctor Song?"

"So it does work like that, then?" he asks, jokingly.

"Absolutely," she says, grip tightening on his waist. "I don't know how it would work any other way, considering no one knows your real name. Except…"

"Except?"

"Oh, come off it. I've known for quite a while, now."

"Do I tell you, really?" he asks, being pulled closer to her against the console.

"Not directly, no," she says, voice still deliciously lowered, "but you dis a rather shotty job keeping it from me."

"And how did I do that?" he asks, serious though not quite showing it.

"I'm the child of the TARDIS, sweetie. I read the Gallifreyan on your cot."

He tilts his head, "Never really thought about that," he says absent-mindedly.

"Want to know what else?" she teases, "I speak it, too."

And to validate her claim, she proceeds to whisper something softly into his ear.

"Well, well, River," he breathes, "Same goes for you."

She smiles—not a smirk this time, but a real, genuine smile, the one he only gets to see in the quiet, alone moments—and kisses him.

By now, he's rather quick about the reciprocating bit. His hands, which rest loosely on her waist, she takes them gently in her own and firmly places them—where reminds him briefly of her saying something about jodhpurs.

"River," he exclaims softly in surprise.

"Oh, shut up," she murmurs back, still at his lips, "It's my wedding night."

A/N: THE DOCTOR OF ALL SHIPS. Expect more. LOTS more. *evil giggling* REVIEW.