~ The hormones are causing some… interesting symptoms. Enjoy. ~

"You know what pancakes are nice with, Doctor?"

River drawled his name out like an invitation, voice laden with a husky tint that made the hairs on the back of the Doctor's neck stand up.

She didn't wait for him to answer; just as well, as given the inviting tone of her voice he was a little afraid to. "Some banana slices. What do you think?"

He relaxed a little, allowing the breath that had been captive in his lungs to escape. "Yes, that sounds, um, good. So, milk, flour- oh, do you want to get the… eggs…?"
His eyes flickered to her momentarily, and became stuck there. The Doctor felt warmth creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. She had the banana in her mouth, though apparently no intention of eating it.

"Aren't you going to…?" He swallowed. "Cut that up?"

She responded with no more than a wink, lips closing over the banana and lingering for a ridiculous amount of time. It was a relief when she finally bit into it, though momentary; the low humming noise that came from the back of her throat made his shirt collar shrink.

Realising that he had been gawping at her for an amount of time that wasn't entirely appropriate, he pressed his mouth shut and cleared his throat rapidly, pulling at his collar as he turned away. "Um, well, let's, um- pancakes."

He could sense her eyes burning into him, that damn banana still in her hand. "Is it hot in here?"

He heard the smirk in her voice. It sort of made him want to just forget about the pancakes. He ran a hand through his hair. "No, I don't know what you- hot? No…"

Mistakenly, he allowed himself to look at her once again. The only thing that drew him away was a sharp pain like a dagger shooting through his palm.

He drew it away from the oven with a wince. "Ow…"

"Did you burn yourself?"
"Um, a bit, yes," he mumbled reluctantly.

"Oh, sweetie, let me help." She closed the distance between them.

"No! No." The Doctor held his hand out of her reach, rather awkwardly walking his feet backwards because he was slightly afraid of what would happen if he let her get hold of him. He found himself looking over his shoulder, partly thinking about the embarrassment that would ensue if his parents-in-law were to walk in and partly wishing they would to save him from his increasingly close wife.

Giving in, he let her inspect his hand. She didn't seem particularly interested in it, eyes locking in his after a few seconds of soothing him. "I know what'll make you feel better."

"River…"

He could feel her breath on his lips, and struggled to get away from her like a rabbit in a snare. Unfortunately, this particular snare was rather strong.

"Come on, sweetie… don't you want to?"

He swallowed. "Your parents… might… um…"

"My parents aren't here." She grinned, adjusting his bow tie with a whisper. "No excuses now, honey."

It was only when she was this preposterously close to him that he could fully appreciate the somewhat revealing nature of her new jumper, wine-red and clinging to her curves. Giving in was becoming a rather appealing concept.

"Saw you," she smirked when he let his eyes wander south, turning his cheeks crimson.

She closed in before he could say anything in his defence, but he managed to scramble away before her lips met his. "River, stop it," he said with a feeble attempt at authoritativeness.

Her face fell. "Why?"

"Because…" She followed his steps as he backed away from her, leading them in a waltz around the kitchen. It only took a minute for him to find himself trapped up against the bench. She was pressed against him before he could escape, a victorious smile dancing on her face as it hovered alluringly close to his. He foolishly let himself breathe, and the enchanting tang of her perfume invaded his nostrils.

He felt sorry for his wife, in hindsight. She had finally got him where she wanted, was just about to draw him into a surrendering kiss, when the slam of the front door made them spring apart.

"Hi! We're home!"

River exhaled in frustration; the Doctor in relief.