This chapter is rated M. Slightly shorter and contains some sex, nothing as detailed as the previous chapter but it's important ;D

I don't own Doctor Who.

Chapter 10

Today was not a good day. This morning they'd had an argument over breakfast, the Doctor had been in a bad mood anyway because he'd spent all night tinkering with the TARDIS – not that he didn't enjoy doing that, it was just she didn't seem to want to co-operate.

Every time he connected a wire or loose cable, she would sort of hiss and give him an electric shock which of course made him angry, he'd kicked the TARDIS as hard as he could about a dozen times and one time he actually threw a spanner at her whist cursing that she was a useless piece of junk and he didn't care if she never worked again. He knew why though, deep down but he would never admit it to himself; the TARDIS was on River's side, always had been, always will be and it aggravated him. She was the child of the TARDIS after all.

River argued that he shouldn't speak to her like that because she has feelings and the Doctor argued back telling her it was his TARDIS and he'd do whatever he bloody well pleased which led to them arguing about other stuff – including John briefly. That led them to screaming at each other until the Doctor snapped and slapped her across the face.

And now, to top it all off, he couldn't find his screwdriver.

''Where is it?''

River flinched from where she was in the bath. She'd tried to relax by talking a long soak but apparently it was not to be. ''Where's what?'' she said dismissively, she really could not be bothered with him today. When the Doctor was in one of those foul moods it was just better to keep out of his way.

''My sonic obviously'' he huffed, now starting to empty the cabinet over the sink, throwing various items over his shoulder. How on earth he thought it could be in there she'll never know.

''I don't know. Probably in your jacket like always''

He turned round to look at her, slightly taken aback at her irritated tone. She looked rather beautiful when she was angry, he thought – well aside from the hand mark across her cheek. Sitting there with her eyes shut and brow furrowed ignoring him, waiting for him to go away.

Her hair was pulled up out of the way and the steam from the bath had made the loose hair that had escaped the bobble crinkle up into even tighter corkscrew curls. Her knees were visible just bobbing out of the water and he had the faintest urge to touch them, he sighed, giving up looking for the sonic and walked over to sit on the edge of the bath. She opened her eyes warily upon sensing his closeness; he had his back to her and elbows on his knees – thinking.

What had he become? He'd never been a violent man, always resolving the situation without the need for weapons or power. Hell, River was the one that liked to go round shooting things without rhyme nor reason, not him. And now look at him, the Doctor, allows his temper to get the better of him, jealous, spiteful, hurtful, abusive? He wasn't sure, he wasn't sure what had turned him into this, what was happening to him and to take it out on a woman – not just any woman at that but River, his wife, the daughter of his best friends and who he loved above anything or anyone else… He'd turned into a monster.

He noticed her fingers twitch on the edge of the bath, yearning to get closer, to touch him and he smiled. That was another thing, despite everything she still loved him, lived for him. She'd given up her freedom just to be with him and this was how he repaid her – a black eye here, split lip there, sometimes he noticed she flinched when he touched her even if was just a gentle brush along her shoulder.

''You coming in?'' she asked, rubbing his hand gently. He hadn't really been paying attention and it took him slightly longer to register what she just said,

''Are you sure? I mean I don't want – well I do want but I'm not sure you-,''

''Sweetie, your rambling'' she chuckled and he once again noticed his hand print, angry red on her cheek. Guilt dropped in the pit of his stomach like a brick, the constant reminder of what he did and his hands started to twist themselves together nervously in his lap,

''Do you want me to?''

''I wouldn't have asked otherwise would I?'' she answered his question with a question.

He untied his burgundy bowtie and slid it off, followed by his shirt which he dropped to the floor. He stood up to toe off his boots then removed his trousers and boxers then lastly his socks and stepped in the bath. She smiled as he lowered himself into the water and sat between her legs, resting his back against her chest.

She pressed her lips to his shoulder gently and felt the tenseness ease away and he relaxed into her body. He spent a long time just drawing circles over her knee with his forefinger, not thinking just allowing his mind to wonder. He sunk further into the bath so his head was pillowed by River's breasts then had an idea, he purposely let his hand slide from her knee and down her thigh until she squirmed. This could very well turn into a sloshing water over the edge bath if he played his cards right.

He flipped over so it was his chin resting on her chest and took advantage of his new position by licking his way up between her sternum, briefly pausing to latch onto the skin above her left breast, sucking it gently before kissing his way up to her neck, leaving a blotchy red mark on her already flushed skin.

Despite the somewhat reluctance she felt towards giving in, she couldn't help but moan at the contact or kiss him back or stop her legs from tightening together on either side of his body, squeezing against the sides of his hips.

The Doctor put his hands on the edge of the bath next to her head and started nibbling the sensitive skin by her ear, whispering promises all the while.

''Sweetie, why don't we-,'' she gasps when he bites down – hard, on her neck until she whimpers. Space teeth indeed…

''Hmm?'' he mumbles and she can feel the smirk against her skin.

''Take this… in the bedroom'' she barely heard him breathe something along the lines of 'not a chance' before he was hitching her legs further upwards, then slipped inside her and she groaned at the feeling of being so full. He held himself there, allowing River's muscles to contract and relax against him before starting to thrust slowly. River's body arched upwards so her top half was out of the water.

She whispered his name, his real name.

Her arms were round his shoulders now, clutching onto him so she wouldn't slide up the bath and the Doctor smoothed a hand under her thigh, encouraging her to wrap it more securely round his waist.

To be honest, she was quite surprised at how little teasing there was. He'd just gotten straight to it, not that she was complaining though.

He slanted his lips across her cheek where he had struck her, panting harshly against her skin. River's legs were coiled round his back, trying to angle herself so he could get deeper and the water in the bath was rocking and splashing uncontrollably, threatening to spill over the sides.

The Doctor's thrusts eventually lost their rhythm until he was just snapping his hips back and forth frantically, using the far side of the bath for leverage. Eyes shut tight in concentration and the knuckles that were gripping the edge had turned white. He shattered first, coming with a loud shout of her name. River was close behind, he only thrust into her a few more times before she clenched around his cock forcefully.

He felt her walls quiver around him as little tremors of pleasure still coursed through her body, ''where did that come from?'' she asked, still breathless and dropping her legs from his waist so he could slide out of her.

He just shrugged, ''felt like it I suppose'' he said with an air of righteousness, of course it was because he felt guilty as well but he wasn't about to tell her that, he liked to let her think otherwise.

She hummed in agreement then allowed herself to be pulled up and handed a towel which she wrapped round herself. The Doctor picked up his clothes from the bathroom floor, slightly wet from the water that had spilled over the edge during their rushed frolic. River strolled into their bedroom to find something to wear; it was after all only mid-afternoon. As for the Doctor, he found his sonic screwdriver on the bedside table, River's side.

More drama next I think. The next chapter will be up shortly, sorry that this one took so long; college has been driving me insane! Please review! :)