Yes, I know I thought that was it! No more, the end of it!

I wanted to add a few more words to reach the recommended 1500 word count, unfortunately, I have been swamped with work, soon my projected date for this chapter is, obviously, later than I wanted. And it took me a while to find a fitting way to end it, without rushing everything.

The Doctor slowly opened his eyes and looked at River, his eyes dilated. "Feeling better?"

She smiled, all her thoughts melting away at his gaze. She leaned towards him to give him a soft peck on his forehead. "You're living up to your name alright." She cleared her throat, elated to feel that the soup had quickly taken it's effects. "I'm just relived you haven't wasted any regeneration energy."

"The night is still young, never say never." He raised his eyebrows seductively, licked his lips, while moving himself closer to her kissable lips.

She closed her eyes, her lips parting to meet his.

The rather large cough greeted her lips instead.

River wiped herself before it all became an prolonged version of hot potato. And it wasn't like she could regenerate to fully become immune to this strain. And even if she could, what a waste it would be. She had centuries worth of body exploration.

The Doctor moved away from her quickly. "Must be Allergies." He said dismissively.

"You haven't so much as a sniffle in this room before." River moved to sit on the bed, moving the strap of her nightgown back in place. She wasn't completely out of her handy dandy clothing spray.

Another cough was forced out of the Doctor. "River?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I need you to come in me."

"I'm usually the one that says that, in very different circumstances."

"Riv-ah!"

River knew what he meant. She went over to his side, pressed their foreheads together, and separated a moment later. "Get right into bed, I'll make that soup right quick!"

"Oh, make sure to add 1/2 cup of bat's milk."

"Why?"

"To make sure it stays eradicated."

"Why didn't you add that in the first place?"

"I didn't want it to be to spicy for you."

As the Doctor layed there, awaiting for his wife's soup, his mind wandered. To the library, her future, his past.

When he wasn't occupied by enjoying himself with River, in various positions, he found himself tied in handcuffs, wearing his Pretty boy vain body, looking on as River's body became nothingness. For him, it happened over 1000 years ago. But, sometimes, his memory stayed strong. He could remember all of his encounters with River, with the apparent exception of him in his sixth body, which still baffles him.

His wife came back in, smiling softly, and the smell of the soup reached his senses.

He recovered as quickly as his wife, and they went on to enjoy the rest of their night. Not without some more challenges to their ever after.

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