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Between the Bars-Elliott Smith

People you've been before that you don't want around anymore,
That push and shove and won't bend to your will,
I'll keep them still.

Drink up, baby, look at the stars:
I'll kiss you again between the bars,
Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air,
Waiting to finally be caught.

River chuckled to herself as she gazed down at the slumbering time lord beside her. He was snoring just the tiniest bit, as she knew him to do, and slyly slipped off her cot to waddle over to her clothes they had strewn around her cell. Outside it was raining lightly, the soothing sound of water converging against stone as the bars on her window cast habitual shadows on the walls. The cool air attacked her bare form and she shivered, bending down to pick up her dress before hugging it close to her front.

She made her way back to her bed careful not to make any noise, aware of the camera lenses they had vandalized just hours earlier. She shook her head with a simper, nodding down at the man stretched comfortably on the mattress. This would be the fifth camera system they had broken and River was fairly certain the guards were starting to get restless at her antics. Maybe they ought to watch next time, she mused. Might keep things interesting, plus that way I don't have to pay for another replacement...again.

The Doctor turned over in his sleep, muttering softly to himself, halting River's devilish thoughts. She pulled the dress over her body then leaned forward and grabbed her belt which had somehow ended up hanging precariously off the backboard of her bed.

Now clothed, River pondered what would be the most fun way to wake him. Her eyes lit up with a roguish glint and she leaned down to move her teeth to his ear. She tugged on it gently and he stirred, reacting and contracting his muscles in the sheet. He smiled softly, whispering, "Well hello, River."

She proceeded to take hold of the sheet and rip it off his body, forcing him to convulse in surprise and roll over, almost tumbling off the bed. He shot up quickly, rubbing his shoulders in a meager attempt to keep warm.

"Blimey, River! You could've just shook me awake or something."

She laughed at him but took pity on his shivering, picking up and throwing him his shirt and trousers. "It's more fun this way," she shrugged.

"And more cold," he responded.

"In more ways than one," she winked. She waited for him to get dressed before moving back to the bars of her door and sliding it open. "Time to go," she said.

"So soon?" He pulled his socks on slowly, taking his time lacing his boots with care and effort.

"It's always too soon, my love," she replied.

"Exactly," he breathed out, walking over to where she stood. He leaned one arm against the wall of the cell, striking a pose that was too nonchalant not to have been practiced.

"Go on." She smiled patiently at him and straightened his bow-tie before pulling him close for a kiss. He smiled against her lips and was pleased as she began to move him from the wall, but was thoroughly surprised as she shifted him out into the corridor.

She slid the door to the side, locking the barrier between them.

"Doctor Song, really," he started. "So eager for me to leave."

"As much as I love spending time with you," she motioned to the bed, watching as he blushed just the faintest shade of pink. "I've got things to do, people to see."

"Places to go?" The Doctor mocked.

"You'd be surprised the things we criminals get up to in prison." River raised an eyebrow, letting his imagination run away with him.

"All right, I'm leaving," he turned away to head back to the TARDIS.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?"

He smirked at her before walking back over to where she stood, then said, "Don't I know it."

And then he kissed her through the bars, less passionate than earlier but fully loving, releasing her lips with a smile.

"Just shout if you need anything," he called behind her, making his way to the TARDIS.

"My throat's a little hoarse from earlier. I'll send you a note if I need you," she countered.

He popped the lapels of his jacket as he pushed the doors open, his actions all a bit too self-congratulatory but endlessly charming.

"Until the next time, River!" The Doctor closed the doors behind him and River chuckled fondly to herself, watching and listening happily as the TARDIS dematerialized. My Doctor, she thought. He's too cocky for his own good. But then again, it's only fair.

River walked back over to her bed and rearranged the sheets, contemplating what adventure would come next.