"Sorry?" River turns, allowing Amy a glimps of her blonde hair under her rusari. Amy smiles.
"I did a project on Persia in ninth grade." She explains. River blinks. "Persia is zero point seven percent water."
Again River blinks, but this time she smiles. "They don't have coffee here."
"River, I'm pretty sure they have coffee here."
Amy looks sideways to make sure no body's watching and then she kisses River. It's brief and light and it leaves River wanting more. Great, now she craves two things. River wonders idily how coffee would taste if she could lick it off Amy's thighs.
Oh, those creamy thighs, long, smooth, sweet...
"River?"
The blonde snaps out of her daydream, looking at the younger woman a little more hungrily than she normally would. Amy looks at her with concern. "You all right?"
River nods, biting her lip. Amy steps towards her, trying to get a better look at her eyes. Unfortunatly River has other ideas. She catches Amy's face between her hands and kisses her thouroughly, licking and nipping at her bottom lip until her mouth opens and she groans.
"Mm, no, River..." Amy pulls away, allowing her fingers to linger on the blonde's collar bone. "We're in Persia."
"I'm in my green lace slip."
It only takes one look at Amy's face to know River's comment has hit it's mark.
"Let's find the TARDIS." Amy says.