Poking his head of the TARDIS, the Doctor waited a moment for River to move from her prison bed to his own. She didn't. Frowning, the Doctor slipped out of the doors, shutting them quietly behind him, and cautiously making his way over to the bars.
River lay gently on her bed. She was so gorgeous with the blankets tangled around her in odd ways.
She was also naked.
Flushing, the Doctor realized that little side-note when River turned slightly in her sleep, revealing a marvelous hickey on her shoulder. Another one on her chest peeked just the top of the blanket. Stray bite marks scattered across her skin like stars.
The Doctor finally ripped his stare away from her and turned silently.
"Hello, sweetie."
The Doctor spun around to find his wife groggy and naked and unashamed as she sat up on her bed, crossing her legs. He grinned.
"Hello, wife. Feeling up for an adventure?"
"Always."