He'd been putting this off and putting it off. River was getting annoyed with him.
From her perspective, they'd been married three months. She'd spent most of that time in Stormcage. From his, it had been about 2 weeks. Roughly, hard to say in the TARDIS. From his perspective, it was his third time visiting her in Stormcage. From hers? It'd had been some time longer. He'd pushed her too far obviously, he was currently handcuffed to the TARDIS railing with an eager, very young River making rather crude remarks and kissing his neck.
"I mean really sweetie, you go and marry me, come and take me off on a series of very exciting adventures and then just leave me hanging. I've gotten awfully bored." River scolded him teasingly. She reached to untie his bow-tie. He had learned during their meeting in Berlin that his body does not care about the difference between an older River and a younger one. He had to keep his distance, or so he had tried, assuming eventually he'd fail. Or come up with another plan.
She was the one that was hard work young, the Doctor thought to himself as one of River's hands tried to slide down his trousers. This hadn't been what he'd had in mind. It was she who was truly hard work young. He yelped and tried to shift himself away which led to what was surely a bruising blow against the railing.
"River!" He exclaimed, "Actually I have something to show you."
"And precisely how long is it going to take? You're aware we aren't properly married until after the marriage is consummated?"
"Not long, I promise. And we can get right back to consummating or whatever this is. Right afterwards. Sol-kan. What do you know about it?"
"It has some great ruins? Never went there personally. Saw pictures in an archaeology class."
The Doctor squirmed until River reluctantly uncuffed him. He flipped a handful of levers in his usual haphazard way. He wondered if this would slow her down any. Perhaps he should just give in, flail and let her have her way with him.
From the look on her face River seemed to know what he was thinking, she smiled cheekily and tossed her corkscrew curls. The grey tunic that she usually wore while in Stormcage was partially opened and she seemed to be slowly losing pieces of clothing whenever he turned his back.
They arrived on Sol-kan in the mid-afternoon. He had purposely made sure they would be gone long before his younger self arrives with an older version of River.
"Can you go get us a blanket?" "I suppose." River rolled her eyes and trotted off to the wardrobe to grab a blanket.
How in the name of all that is cute and fluffy was he ever going to slow her down? With the pace River was setting things were going to be over very very quickly. Inspiration struck him, he pocketed the handcuffs River had left on the floor of his TARDIS.
"River, I'll meet you outside." He called, swinging open the door of his TARDIS to reveal a sunny afternoon on Sol-kan. They were back in that very same clearing. He went out, removed his jacked and tie, but kept them within reach so he could cuff River if he needed to slow her down.
He sat down on his jacket, and stared off into the distance, he paused to scan absentmindedly around but they were absolutely and totally alone.
His worst imaginings, or rather best of his 'worst' imaginings came to fruition when River skipped out of the TARDIS. The blanket she was supposed to fetch was wrapped around her toga style. And was, probably, the only thing she was wearing.
She flounced over to him theatrically, with a breathy, "Hello Sweetie." Then she proceeded to drop the blanket at his feet. This was a very young River, the Doctor thought as he swallowed. And then she flopped herself down on his lap. The physical reaction he had been trying to delay was very obvious to her immediately. His arousal clearly evident. River smirks at him.
He acted quickly, first kissing her to catch her completely off-guard, and he held her hands in his own for a moment. It was long enough. He closed the handcuffs over her wrists effectively trapping them together. Her now bound hands rested against his chest.
"My, my aren't we kinky." River squealed with delight momentarily, then stopped short, realizing that she was essentially trapped, albeit naked. She looked at him for a moment or two - a quick flash of a nearly frightened expression on her face before the confident mask falls over her features again.
He almost regretted it when he saw the expression, his River is still so young here. But he traps her handcuffed hands against his chest and pulls her in to kiss. He tries not to give into the impulse to flail in her arms. River twists her hips, shimmying herself in closer. But with her hands trapped, his parts remain mercifully untouched. This is going to go at his pace. He smiles. at her when she backs up. She shifts off his lap and points her trapped hands towards the blanket, which he spreads on the ground, before laying on it on his side. He glances over at his wife who is moving towards him more slowly than usual, her hair catching the afternoon light and her pale body almost luminescent in the sun.
"This would be easier if you took off your clothes dear."
He teases back, "Can't undress me now, can you?"
"I can try, but I think you'd rather the cold hard metal stay away from your more delicate bits." She teases, "Take them off."
"Handcuffs. I like handcuffs. I think I like this. I might just leave you like this. Handcuffs might not be so bad after all," The Doctor rambles contentedly as he removes his socks, braces and begins the buttons of his shift.
"What is with you and handcuffs?" River huffs slightly, lying down on her side watching him, her foot reaching out for his.
River, you are the one who brought them here." He points out truthfully.
River rolls her eyes, "To use on my husband, who seems unable or unwilling to consummate our marriage."
"Unwilling?" He reacts incredulously, "I've taken you to six different plants in the last week alone. Adventures. Aliens. Explosions. Running for our lives." His trousers and pants are quickly shucked off.
Her distraction works, her foot has managed to work it's way up most of her husbands thigh, he sighs involuntarily, her toes brush against him and his eyes roll back in his head. Oh this was not what he had in mind at all. He reaches out and grabs River by the shoulders, intent on trapping her beneath him. His body may be aroused, but his mind continues to spin madly on.
River laughs, but within moments she's pinned underneath him, legs spread slightly and handcuffed hands trapped between their bodies once again. The handcuffs may bruise her wrists, but he's comfortable with that risk.
His lips go to her neck, her cheek. He can't both explore her and pin her down, he notes to himself sadly. His hand takes over from there, running an easy course down her body. Watching her react, stretch and arch beneath him as his fingers find his favourite places on her skin. He knows this body well, he smiles at the thought.
River seems to have the same realization and smiles at him, "You going to get on with it?"
"I suppose," the Doctor's hand creeps up her inner thigh, he reaches to stroke her and finds that she immediately presses herself to him. Already aroused.
"Just one thing left to do, wife."
"What would that be?" River looks at him impishly.
The Doctor leans in and whispers into her ear, she knows immediately that this must be his name. She'll keep her promise and tell no one as she's asked. It burns into her memory as he makes her wait, touching her too softly, until she's squirming impatiently beneath him seeking the rougher contact that she's used to. The little moans coming from her are half pleasure, half frustration.
"You're making noises." He declares excitedly to his clearly unamused wife. He buries his face in her curls, the Stormcage soap smell becoming somehow erotic after all this time. He nuzzles her hair as he moves his hand away from her. He forces himself to be quiet, not to mumble on about insignificant things. It doesn't seem the time.
"Oh stop it." She manages to get her legs free and wraps them around his body pulling him in.
He presses into her, slips into her. She moves her hips under him, insisting on a harder rhythm than he planned. It's almost too much- he does what he can do. He forces her to go slowly as she curses him under her breathe. Which catches in time with their movements.
He grasps her firmly, her waist, her arse - it doesn't matter what. He can't get close enough, can't get enough of her skin on his. His mouth finds hers again and tries to pour whatever passion he feels into the kiss. She returns the kiss eagerly. He can feel the steady thrum of her mind; just out of reach. He can feel when she arches up finding her release in their movements. A loud cry emanates from the mouth of his wife and she shudders under him.
She looks up at him and smiles, when he pulls back. He sees the red mark of where the handcuffs have dug into his own skin, and hers.
"River?" He looks at her questioningly.
She smiles, "I don't mind."
He pulls the sonic from his trouser pockets, and removes the handcuffs, tossing them beyond the treeline. He doesn't want to be trapped by River. Not now. He kisses the marks the unforgiving metal made in her skin. He runs his fingers along her sweat dampened skin of her back. He wonders if this is what an addiction feels like.
"Satisfied?" He asks, with a smile.
"Just about." River cuddles leisurely into his body. Stretching out her wrists across his chest.
"Just about? But I ... I did... I did the thing." He stammers out.
"Yes. Yes you did." She laughs, probably at him. But he can't bring himself to care. Not with her in his arms. Not here on Sol-kan.
His eyes drift closed, the sun on his face and his wife in his arms. "River." He sighs once again.
"Sweetie." She smiled, then sensing an opportunity, "Did you ever see Sol-kan before it was just ruins?"
"Once, some time ago now. Do you want to see the ruins?" "Naked?" River grinned, "Well that would be something different."
"And the city, oh we should go there sometime. During their fish festival. If you like fish.. and well fish-people. Bioluminescent fish-people. They'd love you. "
And so, it began.
