Sometimes, quite often actually, the Doctor would look at a seemingly random spot in the console room and start giggling. Neither of them really knew why and he didn't say when they asked. There was also times when the giggling was directed at River. But she wouldn't answer her parents' questions either. All she did was place her hand over his mouth, which was often licked or bitten in response.

"That has the opposite effect than what you intended, sweetie," she would always say in a sing-song voice. He'd whisper in her ear once she'd let him go, which brought a sultry chuckle to her lips.

It was almost sickening to Amy. That woman running her hands over her best friend's chest was her daughter. And her other best friend. And the woman who killed her best friend twice only to have one time be a Tesselecta and the other time she resurrected-

Amy shook her head and stalked off to her room. It hurt her head to think about all that.

xXx

"Oh, River, you bad, bad girl." The Docor's words came in short breaths, almost groans. His hair was flopping in his face and so was hers. The console creaked dangerously as he braced himself on her thighs, his own brushing the cold metal beneath her every few seconds.

"Your idea," River moaned. "You can take the blame this time." He didn't answer her; he was too busy sinking his teeth sensually into the muscles of her neck and shoulder, pausing to swirl his tongue over every indentation.

"Ands you're calling me a bad girl?" These words came out in gasps. She could hardly breathe, let alone speak. They were supposed to be flying to see the birth of a star. Sexy was taking care of it, of course, she could fly herself if she really wanted to, but she liked making her Thief and her Baby feel useful.

"You're the one who uses handcuffs on me."

"Handcuffs! I never would've thought of- oooh." She was interrupted by his tongue tracing patterns on her neck in time to his thrusting. Her nails dug a little deeper into his shoulder. Which of course, spurred him on even faster.

They didn't speak. Not even at the end. He nearly collapsed onto the floor and she really was quite the screamer, but neither of them uttered specific words. Once he recovered enough to stand properly, he kissed her deeply, passionately, breathlessly...

xXx

They slept on the console platform that night. There was an enormous mess of blankets and pillows swathed around them, shielding them from the slick cold of the glass floor. But naturally their naked bodies were still entangled, as if they couldn't stand to be apart even for a second.

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This fic was inspired by two pictures: one is a FANTASTIC drawing by Adele Lorienne (an artist who lives in MY hometown, it's a small but amazing world). Go to meadowhaven .com to check out her stuff, because it really is just beautiful. The other is a picture of Gallifreyan words with English words captioned over them that end up saying "Me and River had sex on the console lol human peasants" that just cracks me up.