Authors notes:
this was originally intended to be a smut scene in a longer fic I was writing. Eventually, the story got way too wibbly wobbly for publishing but the fluff was still kind of good, so I decided to keep it! :) Because of this, the beginning is a little stumped (originally there was another block of text there that I had to cut out).

English isn't my native language so I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical mistakes I might have made.

And yeah, you know, I own nothing. Allons-y!

Oh. River was very close now. Really close. She must've closed the already small gap between them without him noticing. That's bad, a Time Lord brain not noticing movement, that's odd, and bad. As said. Oh well. Obviously, his mind was rambling more than usual. He felt very incoherent as he could almost feel her breath against his right pulse point, which, by the way, was thumping loudly. As did the left one, for that matter.

She ran her nails over his neck once more, and this time he swallowed and tried to speak:

"Um, River, River, please, you're sort of, kind of making me uncomfortable"

After all, she was River Song, which meant her answer to his plea was not backing off, but closing the gap between them. She snaked her arms around his neck and resolutely dragged his protesting body closer. She put her lips close to his neck and slowly and deliberately started to nip at it.

"Is that really so, sweetie..."

Since his body had reacted in that way every male Time Lords' - and well, every male human as well, he supposed, he wasn't really familiar with that, which was odd since he had, after all, spent quite a lot of time with Captain Jack - body did when something particularly... intriguing came their way, he tried to back away as far as possible from her, being terrified of the events to come if she found out that he was kind of, actually, very, sort of, thrilled by this.

River, of course, noticed. She also had an advantage in knowing him so much better than even he did – by pushing the exact right buttons she gave him absolutely no choice – when she grind her hips against him he unwillingly gave in because he... squeaked.

"... you seem very comfortable to me." She finished her sentence, eying his hip area.

The Doctor hissed and smiled a very silly and strained smile. "Oh, that...! Well, yes, that, but that's, that's merely a physical reaction."

"Merely a physical reaction? Physical reaction, yes, but merely?

"Of course it's merely! You could say - or you should say, because that is the truth, and you shouldn't lie now River, should you? - that it is a natural reaction to physical contact, and as you know, that have been applied for quite some time now. I wouldn't say that it isn't pleasurable - albeit unexpected – the physical contact, but I would not go so far that as calling it being comfortable, because the definition of being comfy is definitely something else, that would be more like when you're seated in your favourite chair with a nice cuppa tea and your favourite novel -"

"Dear, the interpretation of this speech would be 'we have not done this before and I am very, very nervous', right?"

The Doctor glanced sideways. When River realized she was probably right, she smiled. A very heartbroken, sad smile.

"Um, technically, no, not... not really, no. But I think, I think I might... like it, you know, I do like the, the... touching, the feel of it. The touching. Er. And I do have done it before, not just with you, but with... other people, before you, oh, no need to tell you that, sorry, sorry, but I just wanted to make clear that I do know how it's done, and that we fit, you and I, I mean, so I suppose we could... have a go at it, if you would like."

"If I would like?" She said, emphasizing the "like".

"Well... yes?"

He paused, his eyes flickering.

"Don't you? Oh, am I bad? Of course I am bad, it's been quite a while, I told you so, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I apologize in advance, no, afterwards I mean, of course, but, um, I could try doing it better, this time, or maybe I can't, but still -"

"Oh shush, you blabbering idiot."

River effectively shut him up by kissing him. It was still a new sensation to the Doctor, not having done it quite so many times. He found that he actually just adored it, all of her and the tingling feeling that went straight to his... well, delicate parts as soon as she was around. He wondered how that could have happened? Those parts hadn't been used for ages, he thought they had gone all rusty.

River was softly pressing her lips against his, just lingering there, slow and anticipating, for once not demanding. She waited for him. Okay. Wait. Wait is good, he supposed, unless you were Godot. He had always wondered about the fellow, was he also waiting somewhere else? River nudged her upper lip against his which made him quite thinking of French existential plays. He hesitated for a little while, trying to adjust to the mere sensation of having her so close. Then he started to slowly move his lips against hers.

Oh. Interesting. How did she manage to make him react this way? Mouth to mouth, lips moving, he was nine hundred and seven but felt like seventeen and his hearts were pounding like hell and he breathed out quite hard through his nose, earning a little whimper from her. Still waiting for him. River Song, so cocky and crazy and flirtatious, but also with the deepest respect for him.

Slowly, he opened his mouth a little, running his tongue over her bottom lip. Its surface was velvety, and he gently nudged her mouth go gain access. She opened for him, and he slip his tongue into her mouth. Oh. Oh. Oh yes. This was what it felt like, he remembered liking this, earlier on. And who wouldn't? His tongue seeked out hers, and they lapped and nipped at each other, gentle at first, but he could tell she was getting more eager by the minute.

She broke the kiss and stepped way from him, her lips wet and with a smile.

"Not bad for a first time, dear" she said.

She reached out for his chest, stroking him there, plucking with his shirt buttons, opening the first one. She looked him in the eye and smiled. He had a strong suspicion she knew something he didn't.

"What... what?"

"Nothing, dear" she said, slipping her hand inside his shirt.

He closed his eyes and let a small whimper escape his lips. Apparently they had done this before, probably quite a few times, because River's knowledge of how this body wanted to be touched was shockingly spot on. To be honest, he couldn't have known this precise himself.

The Doctor shivered. One thing he had already found out about his new self was that he was really, really fond of someone stroking his chest. Actually, it was one of the most sensitive areas on this eleventh body, much to his surprise, since he hadn't really experienced that before, his tenth self had had a thing for being touched on the bum, little bit impractical though since he and Rose had been of so different heights... the ninth edition had a soft spot behind the ears. Couldn't really remember what eight had liked, he didn't think he... Oh.

River straightened his wandering thoughts by slowly dragging her fingers over his chest. He exhaled audibly. He bit his lower lip and opened his eyes, only to look down at a very bemused River, who smirked as her hand crept upwards to finger at his collarbone. He held his breath, feeling her stroking him there, dragging her fingers across the small bone, quite light headed with the adrenaline and the overwhelming feeling of being touched liked this again - it had been so long. He also felt a little ridiculed, being this disproportionally exited by River touching his collarbone, for Christ's sake, if his body kept reacting like this he'd embarrass himself in his pants next time she held his hand.

He'd at least stopped squirming. It was as he had finally accepted that he was actually going to go through with this. He held his breath as Rivers hand closed in on his right nipple, not quite touching, but circling.

"One would think you'd need to breathe sometime," she said, a smile in her voice.

He stubbornly shook his head.

"No?" She moved her hand oh so very slowly around his nipple, getting a little closer every time. When she finally flicked her index finger over the nub, he let out a soft groan from the back of his throat. He could see a spark lighting up in her eye. He smiled a little, but gasped as she continued the soft stroking, increasing the applied pressure every time.

"River..." he breathed, a little taken.

She kept stroking his chest, pinching his nipples one a the time. When her left hand joined in, and she unconsciously bucked her hips a little, he reacted instinctively and tried to reach her with his mouth, wanting to kiss her. But she just smiled and withdrew a little, obviously enjoying keeping him on his toes.

"You in a hurry?" she smirked. "Oh dear, that doesn't bode well."

At that, the Doctor just blushed and wiggled his fingers nervously. Not really wanting it himself, his right hand seemed to get a life of its own and for the first time that night, he reached out to touch her. It was nothing erotic, really, he just softly dragged his hand over her bare arm, causing her to shiver a little. He kept stroking her feather light, with the pads of his fingers, slowly trailing the small hairs that covered her lower arm, waiting for more courage to come to him.

He looked into her eye and swallowed, immediately got embarrassed and looked down. At the sight of the very obvious bulge in his pants, he got even more uncomfortable, shifting a little, trying to make it show less.

"You know, River..." he started, "I have a very important meeting over at, er, Raxacoricofallapatorius in fact, this afternoon, and I don't think I have ironed my favourite bow tie -"

River smiled a little and patted his cheek. "Sweetie. First, all of your bow ties are pre-tied, you can't tie them yourself. And second of all..." She lowered her voice and took a small step closer to him. "I know you're nervous. But you don't have to be, really, you're just fine, no, you're wonderful and amazing and you always make me happy, either way or another, okay? We'll take it as slow as you like, we'll make this night last forever."

"That's ridiculous! Nervous? Me?" the Doctor said, "I can chase away armies, you know that, Doctor Song! It's just that... that... I.. er, I... that... okay. I might be a little nervous, just a tiny whiney bit, okay? I don't do this very often. It's not like you are the TARDIS or anything, that's a girl I can maintain!"

"You certainly can," River smirked, "because you do that every day. Practice makes perfect, you know," she continued, and took his hand and placed it over one of her hearts.

The Doctor swallowed. He slowly opened his hand and spread his fingers across her heart. This was all very new to him, and he didn't want to, no, honestly, didn't dare to rush it. Slowly, his hand travelled out on her arm, caressing it up and down. This was weird. He had this overwhelming feeling that he had to hug her, that he needed her close. He gingerly put his other arm around her waist, awkwardly trying to pull her a little closer. She encouraged him, stepping into his embrace.

It was heaven. At first he was uncomfortable, trying to figure out how to hug a person with arms as relaxed as a log with arthrodesis, but as he grew more comfortable his embrace softened and he felt her sink into him, her body seemed to mould into a shape that fitted his perfectly. She rested her head on his shoulder, his face was covered with blond curls, and for a moment, he just held her really tight, totally satisfied with feeling another warm individual so close.

It had been a really long time since that had happened.

Then he realized he had started stroking her back. She lifted her head, seeking out his mouth, and soon they were kissing. His left hand travelled from the small of her back, to her arm and back down again. River was kissing him intensively, and his pants felt really tight. He found himself wondering if wool could be damaged from too much stretching? Wouldn't wanna go around with a pouch in the groin forever...

River's heavy breathing brought his wandering mind back from hypothetical stretch of fabric to that he might wanted to... um, well, he didn't really realize how it happened, but every time he stroked her back, his hand moved a little bit closer to her side, up and down, back and forth, until he was very close.

He could feel her almost holding her breath. The Doctor slowly dragged his fingers even higher up her side, nervously letting them slide over the soft mound of flesh, feeling the nipple underneath her t-shirt. When his hand moulded around the full form of her breast, his body reacted instinctively to the long forgotten, overwhelming feeling. He bucked his hips hard and moaned - a deep, uncontrolled, throaty moan, into her mouth.

She replied by grabbing his bum and grinding her against him.

"Look now, that's my Doctor," she smirked, pulling his head closer. "He loves my breasts, and I love him loving them," she said, urging him to continue.

"Ok now, Doctor Song," the Doctor said, a little shaky but getting braver by the minute. "Apparently, that could be something to do more often."

River sneaked her hand inside his shirt, wanting to reciprocate the favour.

"Sweetheart, no need for dry humping, we're not dogs, you know," River breathed into his ear after he'd been bucking into her an endless couple of times, unconsciously trying to apply pressure to his aching groin. He immediately got embarrassed again, withdrawing from her. "Sorry!" he said, "sorry, didn't mean to be so... giddy".

"No. No backing off, honey, that's not what I meant," she said, smiling a little. She took a small step backwards and smiled at him.

"You are very beautiful," the Doctor whispered, almost inaudibly.

"What, sweetie?" River leaned in closer to hear him better.

The Doctor cleared his throat and for the first time that night, he turned his head up and looked her steadily in the eye.

"You, Doctor, Professor, whatever your title may be this day, you, River Song, Melody Pond, my crazy time defying archeologist, are oh so very beautiful," he said, giving her a toothy smile. His eyes were crinkling in the corners, and they sparkled.

"Such honesty must be rewarded", she said, not wanting to admit how taken she was by his words.

River stepped in closer and placed her flat palm against his stomach, slowly working her way south.

The Doctor swallowed, his arms flailed backwards and upwards.

"Stay still," River said with a smile in her voice. "I know you like this. You'll have to trust me on this one, Doctor. You trust me?" She took his hand.

The Doctor stilled. Then he smiled.

"Always. Completely. Go ahead, Doctor Song."