The Doctor told her she needed a change and that was exactly what she did. Catherine was now wearing a little black dress that squeezed her thing figure and showed way too much of her breasts. They met at the pub. The Doctor stared at her for a while, open-mouthed and all, and then invited her to drink something with him. She accepted and grabbed his hand like she'd done in Paris the day he took her in. She really cared for him but she was feeling remorse for what she had done to him. She was wrong, terribly wrong, but she just couldn't see him that sad. On her first day on the TARDIS, while the Doctor was asleep, she had had a little stroll in the hallways of the time machine and she had found a door with four golden letters written on it: MPRS. She had pushed the door open and a big bedroom was suddenly shown. It had a gigantic bed in the middle, the covers of which were TARDIS blue, an armchair in a corner, a wall that was covered in bookshelves and a desk with a chair and a big mirror resting on a little table. Every detail was in green and silver and the walls were painted in a really light shade of gold. There was a window made of coloured glass. There was the image of a woman on the glass, composed of pieces of different size and colours. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman Catherine had ever seen in her long life. She had curly blond hair, blue eyes and quite pale skin. She was thin and tall and she was wearing a white dress. She looked like a goddess, with her arms open and the light coming from behind her forming a halo around her body. There was a name, carved in the thick surface of the window, two simple words that made her heart skip a beat: River Song. She felt her eyes welling up with tears as she touched the glass ever so gently. That was River's room. She should have known… the letters on the door, written in gold… Melody Pond, River Song. "Doctor, please, please forgive me…" she'd said in a muffled and soft voice. "Catherine, are you still here?" the Doctor asked her, bringing her back from her memories. "Yes, space man, I'm here." She answered smiling brightly. "Fancy a drink?" he asked. She nodded.

There they were, now. The night was deep and silent, the party was over and there were only the two of them sitting at the desk of the pub. Twenty-four little empty glasses stood there, waiting to be washed and they were drinking their thirteenth drink. "Did you ever let yourself go like this?" Catherine asked him. "No, and I never thought I would have ever done this. But there is one more thing I want to do." – He said standing up – "To the TARDIS, allons-y!" and off they went. The Doctor closed the door shut behind them and hugged Catherine firmly. He then put a hand on her cheek and closed the space between them. "What was it you wanted to try?" she asked, her eyes puzzled. "This" said the Doctor while his mouth slowly descended on hers. They both felt a very hot wave crushing on them at the unexpected and new sensation. Catherine darted her tongue out and demanded entrance to his mouth. He allowed her in and moaned at that great sensation. His hands reached for the rim of her little black dress and started to pull it up, his fingers finally touching her bare skin. She giggled delighted and started to unbutton his shirt. She then pulled at it and it fell to the floor together with his jacket. He pulled her dress off of her and started to descend on her neck and collarbone with his mouth. He then unclasped her bra and let it fall onto the floor. He stood still for a moment, letting that sight in. Her breasts were magnificent: round, big and firm. "You're gorgeous, Catherine" – he said in between hot kisses. – "Truly gorgeous." She said nothing. All she did was let her hand descend toward his groin. She could already feel the bulge in his pants and he growled in pleasure at that feeling. He kissed her again, passionately yet tenderly at the same time. They undressed each other and now they were both naked, kissing and caressing every inch of skin on the other's body. The Doctor had Catherine pinned against one of the coral struts of the control room and his hand was doing wonders to her now-hot centre. "Doctor…" – she moaned – "Please…" "Please what, Cath?" asked the Doctor teasingly. "I want to feel you" she whispered in his year, her voice seductive and warm. Those words only added fuel to the flame and the Doctor lost all control over his body. They collapsed onto the floor, their knees not strong enough to keep them up anymore, with him on top. They kissed again and the Doctor entered her in one fluid movement. He stood still for a moment, letting in that awfully amazing feeling. Catherine moaned in pleasure as he started to move inside of her, pounding slowly at first. She was tight and so hot and wet that she drove him mad. No more words were spoken. Moans and groans of pleasure were the only things escaping their lips. The Doctor was now moving faster and faster while Catherine's hips moved upwards to meet with his thrusts. They shifted position so that she was on top. The Doctor took in the view of her beautifully flushed cheeks while she moved sinuously on top of him. He felt a hot wave crushing on him and a burning feeling in his low abdomen. He knew he was nearing his orgasm and that he would soon be taken over by its intensity. Catherine kept on moving along his shaft, all the while trailing kisses from his mouth to his neck, nipping and biting here and there. She felt pleasure sublimating into something much more powerful. She was shaking and was no longer able of keeping herself straight. Catherine collapsed on top of the Doctor while her orgasm consumed her. It was like she didn't even know where she was anymore. They kissed again and the Doctor slammed into her twice before coming violently into her, screaming her name.