Hi this is a short fan fiction about River and the Doctor (11) I would really love some reviews and I am open to criticism I might post a couple more chapters though.
He woke to brilliant sunshine steaming through the window, sitting up he looked over to the other side of the bed and smiled. She was led asleep on her front, her bare shoulder glowing in the sun, the white sheet had fallen so it only covered from her waist down. Her curly blond hair cascaded like a waterfall around her pillow and back just covering her body. Her soft honey coloured skin turned golden in the morning light. He sat watching how the shadows looked in the curve of her back and how cute her dimples were. Her bright blue eyes fluttered open. He blushed at being caught staring at her.
"Morning sweetie." She yawned, stretched like a cat and looked at him.
"What are you blushing at?" she asked as she sat up her hair barely covering her naked body. He went even darker.
"Oh Sweetie," she smirked. "Do you find this distracting?" She said flicking her hair back and moving closer.
She knelt on the bed with him sat beside her. Leaning forward she kissed his neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to his mouth. He turned his head and kissed her softly then pulled away and jumped to his feet.
"Let's go!" he said but avoided looking at her. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Someday he would stop being an awkward teenager and act his age. She got up slowly and started to rummage around the hotel room for her wash bag but it was nowhere to be seen. Frustrated she went to the bathroom and found it on the sink the Doctor must have put it there. She showered slowly enjoying the sensation of having hot water again. It had been weeks since she had had a hot shower Stormcage wasn't keen on allowing the luxury of hot water to prisoners.
"River." The Doctor whined. "Hurry up!" She sighed and shut the water off. Grabbing a towel she dried and walked out.
"Finally!" she looked at his watch. She had been in there less than ten minutes.
"Where are we going today?" she asked so she knew what to wear.
"Umm how about Victorian England?" he said through the door.
"Yeah that sound great!" she said and went to get dressed.
He twirled her round dancing in the deserted Victorian street. One hand on her waist the other in her hand. Suddenly a big fat raindrop fell on her nose as they laughed others started to descend from the sky leaving diamonds in their hair and trails down their smiling faces.
They ran quickly back to the TARDIS. By the time they arrived they were soaked his hair mostly flattened but still with a hint of a quiff. He gently pushed her against the doors of the police box. She smelt of perfume, summer rain and a bit of his aftershave. He leaned in and kissed her. Her lips tasted of vanilla lip balm. She deepened the kiss and he pressed his body to hers. All of a sudden the doors opened and they fell in a heap on the floor. For a long moment he looked into her eyes and saw all the love he felt for her reflected back at him. Then she reached up and reclaimed his lips he buried his hands in her hair and kissed her softly. It was a sweet rather than passionate kiss. All his thoughts were on her, her hair, her skin, her lips, her…
"Oh sorry" said and embarrassed voice.