Right, second sexy drabble of the night. Rated M mostly for language this time. Pretty much PWP.
"Fuck." River's voice was low as she swore, pulling her gun and aiming it at the door that had just locked behind them.
"Oi! Language!" His posture was still stiff and casual, in that confounding way that drove her absolutely mad, and she couldn't understand how he wasn't just as upset as she was. He wasn't even moving for Christ's sake.
"Like you bloody care. I've heard your mouth when you're pissed, so sod off."
"Well then, someone's angry." River could tell by his tone that if she turned her head, she'd see that damned smirk as he stood with his back to the damp wall with his arms crossed. She knew that if she looked, she'd see his muscles ripple under his clothes, under that sweater – she didn't look.
Instead, she focused on a way out. She fired a few shots off her gun, but quickly realized the steel wouldn't budge. They were trapped.
"Trapped, then? Figures." Damn him. Damn him with his voice and his looks and the way he drew her into this little world of his, even though she knew, she knew it wouldn't last, and that he wasn't hers yet, and that she needed to just –
Her thoughts were interrupted by the strong arms of her sometimes lover wrapping around her from behind, and his silky lips on her skin.
"Right, we're trapped; we should look for a way out." She was almost pleading with him – they couldn't do this now, no matter how much she wanted to.
"Of course." He was kissing his way down her neck, to her cleavage, and then he had his lips around her nipple and she couldn't think any more.
"Doctor…"
"Yes?"
"The door…"
"Later."
As I'm sure you can tell, I'm not quite comfortable writing this stuff yet. Let me know what you think.
-Reinette