Not One For The Diary

Part Twenty-Five: Sweet enough

Disclaimer: So not mine. Really, just not.

Author's note: Big mwahs to everyone who has just started reading this. Hello *waves*. I keep having momentary panic attacks that one day I'm going to run out of inspiration for these (I have quite a few more written down and they keep coming to me daily so don't worry just yet, it's just my fear speaking!) so if anyone has any inspiration, ideas or just words to throw at me that would lower my panic. Anyways I'm so glad you're all enjoying this little story! This is a later River/earlier Doctor little momento. Enjoy…

River sat at the table in the kitchen of the TARDIS. She wore one of the Doctor's shirts and not a lot else. Her hair was a mess and make up from the night before still sat under her eyes. These were some of her favourite moments. The morning after the night before and the calm before yet another storm. She sat there patiently waiting for the cup of tea that she had demanded about ten minutes ago and tried to resist the desire to drum her fingers on the table.

"How many sugars do you have River?" The Doctor called from across the kitchen where he was standing making a very elaborate display of pouring the water into the cups.

"For someone so clever you have the worst memory in all of time and space." River laughed lightly.

"Hey!" He moaned as he turned around to look at her, pouting slightly. "My memory is not at fault here I've never made you tea before!" River closed her eyes slightly at these words. She felt that all-too-familiar panic rise up inside her. To anyone else it wouldn't be important but to her it marked the beginning of the end. Everything they said, everything they did that would be so normal to anyone else was critical and potentially heart-breaking to her.

"Of course you have!" She smiled, willing this to be true but knowing the answer to be the opposite.

"Nope, never. First time for everything as they say." He grinned at her innocently unaware of the pain that his words caused. She tried to reciprocate but found her smile faltered. "So how many sugars?" He asked again as he turned away to make the tea.

At that moment she decided. She almost leapt from her chair as she moved across the room to where he stood and she grabbed him and spun him around to face her. Before the Doctor, her Doctor, had a moment to respond River attacked him. Her lips bashed his. Not gracefully, not gently but possessively and fuelled with desire. Her hands circled his back, pulling him closer to her- so close he could hardly breathe. As she deepened her kiss with him, letting her tongue forge its way deep inside his mouth, her hands continued to roam the rest of his body exploring him hungrily as if it were their very first kiss.

"Wow." The Doctor gasped as she finally pulled away from him and he had a chance to regain some of the breath that had been knocked out of him. "Well… Wow. What was that for?"

"Just because I can." River smiled as she leaned in to give him another, more gentle, kiss to hide the tears that formed in her eyes as she uttered these words. She could. Now she could kiss him, she could drag him into the bedroom and have her wicked way with him right now if she wanted but next time… maybe not. And the time after that? She didn't even want to think about it. It didn't even bare thinking about. Every morning she had a cup of tea that he made her. Every morning they'd been together that she could remember and that meant… She shook her head quickly wanting to banish those thoughts from her brain completely.

"Nothing new there then." The Doctor laughed and River sighed inwardly. So much new, always a new development. "But back to the important question… Sugar?" He gestured to the half-finished cups still behind him.

"No sugar thank you." She replied quietly. "I'm sweet enough all ready." She murmured as she raised an eyebrow suggestively. He laughed loudly at her declaration and pulled her close once more.

"That you are Doctor Song. I could just eat you all up." He murmured as he kissed her neck hungrily and she laughed, closing her eyes and trying to memorise the sensation, hoping it wouldn't be her last.

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