A/N: Another chapter, not many reviews... Honestly, i don't even care right now. I'm sleepy, but i figured, may as well. I can't remember if i like this chapter or not... Sorry if it's absolute garbage... Meh, night?
Always Comes Down To Handcuffs
A normal day…
For once in his very, very long life… He's experiencing a normal day.
The TARDIS… The Ponds… River's even let him keep the Fez on. That… Really should have told him something. But he was just so enamoured by a normal, non-running, not being shot at, day. They were sitting in the middle of the console room, playing Cluedo (which, the Doctor was winning at… Surprise, surprise), and talking… Just… Talking…
"AHA! I told you it was Colonel Mustard in the Ballroom with the Knife! I've met the actual Colonel Mustard you know… Nice old chap, though he had an odd obsession with cigars…"
He carried on talking, leaning down eye level to the ground, staring at the small figurine that was Colonel Mustard. Amy exchanged glances with River, the latter rolling her eyes at him. Rory was lying on his back, barely listening as the Doctor babbled on.
"Oh Sweetie… Please, tell us all about you're interactions with all the characters currently on the board." River leant back on her hands, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Which, the Doctor unfortunately didn't pick up on.
He spoke about Miss Scarlet next, chatting on about how the dress was his idea. The three Ponds stared at each other, silently communicating over who was going to interrupt. Amy and Rory both glared at River, clearly saying it was her job. Leaning forward, Amy whispered in her ear.
"He's your husband"
Tilting her head, she whispered back.
"He's your best friend."
Narrowing her eyes, Amy adopted a stern tone.
"I'm your mother. Do as I say."
Looking at Amy in shock, she shook her head, muttering under her breath as she crawled towards the Doctor.
Amy grinned triumphantly at Rory, grin growing wider as he chuckled in amusement. Looking back over, she cocked her head to the side as she watched River attempt to silence the Doctor. It was really a half attempt though… At least that's what Amy thought… Because really, once the Doctor's started, you really can't stop him… River obviously knew that.
She was leaning over him, her chin resting on his shoulder as he babbled on. She rolled her eyes, finally clamping a hand around his mouth. She turned to Amy and Rory, smiling deceptively sweetly.
"Mummy… Why don't you and Daddy take a walk outside… We should be parked on a beach."
Amy blushed, but nodded and pulled a protesting Rory to his feet. She pushed him out, as he attempted to squirm around her. He glared at the Doctor, but the doors closing on the two before he could speak. They could he his protests as they walked away.
"But… But Amy! Doctor.. And River.. Daughter… In the TARDIS!"
River rolled her eyes, returning to look at the Doctor, who was completely immersed in his story, he didn't even notice their leaving.
She wrapped her hand around his neck, swinging down to kiss his jugular. He tensed, shifting slightly on the floor. Looking up, he scrambled forward, spilling the figurines over the TARDIS' floor.
"River! What about Amy and Rory? I don't think they… Where did they go?"
She smirked, crawling forward until he was backed against the railing. Leaning over him, she swung her leg over his thighs, straddling.
"Left… Went for a walk… You should really be paying more attention Sweetie."
He attempted to protest. He was the Doctor. He paid just the right amount of attention, thank you very much. But his protests were muffled by River's mouth. River's mouth that was trailing kisses down his neck, over his stomach, down his hips, over his thighs. Repeating, over and over again, until she stopped over his mouth. She forced her tongue through his teeth, nibbling softly on his lip. He groaned, pushing his hips upward. He was so completely focused on River's hips, and River's hands, and River's chest, that he missed the echoing sound of metal clicking against metal. It wasn't until he attempted to lift his hands to run down her side that he realized he was quite literally pinned. She'd handcuffed him to the rails!
"Really River? Why must it always come down to handcuffs?"
She circled her hips, grinning at his hiss. Leaning forward, she kissed up his neck.
"You love it."
He groaned, pulling against the metal bracelets, desperate to feel her touch. She ran her hands up and under his shirt, tracing a path up and down his torso. They disappeared in to the waistband of his trousers. Unbuttoning them with a practiced ease, she shimmied down his legs, dragging his trousers with her. She looked up, her eyes hooded and dark. The Doctor groaned, unable to even form coherent sentences, let alone words. He tried to deny just how turned on he was by this, but the rapidly growing tent in his boxers gave him away.
She crawled back up his body, one hand drawing meaningless picture over his chest, the other sneaking in to his boxers. She gripped his cock, smirking at his slight jump and exclamation of 'River'. She pumped him slowly, dragging her nails along the sensitive flesh. His hips thrust forward, he groaned in both pain and pleasure. The metal of the handcuffs were digging in to his skin, but it was oh so worth the pain.
She dragged her body up his legs, keeping a firm grip on his cock. She straddled his hips, beaming down at him. He groaned, his eyes becoming unfocused as the light created a halo around her head. He whimpered as she pulled her dress up, breathing heavily as he watched her slowly sink down. He was transfixed, staring as his cock slowly disappeared into luscious curls. She closed her eyes, moaning as he filled her. She threw her head back, pushing her chest forward, just out of reach of the Doctor's mouth. He whimpered, pulling against the restraints wrapped around his wrists. He watched as she bounced, groaning as she took him all the way. He felt her clench around him, fluttering as she approached her orgasm. He pulled against the handcuffs, wincing as they dug in to his skin. He groaned out her name, feeling his climax approach.
River's nails clung in to his shoulders, tightening as she screamed out his name. The TARDIS hummed, a low vibrating drawing out their orgasms. She collapsed on top of him, still fluttering around him, experiencing the aftershocks. His wrists began to hurt, cramping from the angle.
"I love those handcuffs"
She shook her head against his chest, a low, throaty chuckles her only reply.
A/N: ^ that... I dunno... See ya...
