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Hey guys, I am still getting back into the groove of writing so here's one as a suggestion from 'CountryGrl.'

Thank you for the continual support and please review and tell me what you think, as well as give me some more suggestions. You guys are the best!

No Matter What-Papa Roach

I need you right here by my side,
You're everything in my life.
We're indestructible, we are untouchable:
Nothing can take us down tonight.
You are so beautiful, it should be criminal.
You can be mine
And we will make it out alive,
I promise you this love will never die.

He was still new to them. As far as she could tell, he had only slept with her a minimal amount and his unease in their relationship amused her to no end. She knew she had to laugh, because otherwise she'd cry.

River loved how each touch seemed to come with a small bit of hesitation that made the inevitable that much more spectacular. He was still shy and bewildered whenever she roped her arms around his neck, but he was getting better. Recently, he had almost offered her to ride with him, though she refused to acknowledge his attempts at inquiry.

She liked teasing him especially, her seductive advances always unexpected and met with a childish display of disbelief. It was a game for her, and she played it unsparingly. Today was no exception.

"River, what are you doing?" The Doctor's eyes were glued to the able hands stroking down the lapels of his tweed jacket, her soft fingers brushing rough fabric.

"Well, sweetie," she began. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Whatever it is I don't think it should be something going on...right at this moment."

River smirked, trailing her fingers to the edge of the lapel and underneath to trace the buttons on his shirt. "And why is that?"

He gulped, eyes wide, trying to formulate a strong response. "We-we, we're in the middle of a rescue since Amy and Rory are somewhere in that house over there, I've no idea where exactly, and everyone in this run-down lame excuse of a town has been warning us about people that go in and don't come out, and even though I know I'm used to these sorts of things they never stop being scary and why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh, nothing. You're just rambling."

His mouth dropped open, showcasing his shock. He tried hard not to look like an offended five-year-old, but failed miserably. The Doctor gripped one of her wrists in a desire to stop her fingers, holding it there on his chest.

River smiled. "Getting excited, are we?"

The Doctor ignored her and looked over her head at the large victorian standing half a mile in front of them, tattered and breaking. The wind was vicious that night and coming waves, whistling through the creaking windows to produce a sound that echoed far enough down the hill so that River and the Doctor could hear it. There were two lights on: one in the attic and the other on the first floor, gold illuminating the shapes and creases of the dark exterior. The overall creepiness of the place was more than tempting and the Doctor found himself trying to find an excuse to convince River to follow him up to the house, despite his incoherent speech. Knowing River, when she got in one of these moods it was hard to convince her to do anything else.

"We need to get up there."

River sighed, circling the pad of her thumb over his chest. "I just thought..." she trailed off.

"You just thought..." he replied, wanting her to continue.

"Don't take this the wrong way, my love, but your idea of just knocking on the front door and popping in for tea probably won't work. If you ever want to see Amy and Rory again, we should definitely think up some clever incursion to infiltrate the house. Besides, the front steps look crickety."

He pursed his mouth, furrowing his brow, biting on his bottom lip to avoid making a weak retort she'll tease him for later. "That might be a good point."

"Yes," she drawled, smugly arching her eyebrows. "Might be."

"No need to gloat," he huffed.

She laughed, pressing harder on his chest. Smirking at him, she responded. "Always need to gloat."

He squeezed her hand and then released it, secretly admiring the soft underside of her wrist that continued to surprise him. Each time he discovered another soft expanse of skin on River, wonderment would hit him as he marveled at the contradiction of it all. River could be a hardened criminal, but that did not stop her from keeping her body smooth and welcoming.

"Any ideas that don't have a patronizing tone to accompany them?"

River scoffed, turning her head away from him. "Not when you ask like that. Didn't anyone teach you to be polite?"

"Didn't anyone teach you to play fair?"

She broke out into a grin and turned to face him again, gripping the fabric of his shirt in her fingertips. "Yes, but I ignored them."

"You're good at that."

"Anyhow," she began, smiling at his excessive cheekiness. "What if we snuck up through the back and went in through the storm shelter? These old places all have basements, don't they? Then we'll make our way slowly up and through until we find my parents. Sound good?"

She watched him smile down at her, a little too pleased for her taste.

"What is it?"

He laughed, using his free hand to bop her on the nose. "You're very sexy when you make plans."

She smiled back at him and proceeded to lift her free hand to the back of his neck, grip, and lower his lips to hers. River kissed him for a solid couple of minutes, allowing his hands to wander down to her waist. Having released her wrist, he pulled her closer to him as her other hand drifted to his back. After a prolonged kiss, she drew away and giggled as his lips followed her mouth down.

"We've got to go help them out."

He pressed a small kiss to her neck, enticing her to stay. "What, now?"

"Yes, now. Amy and Rory are in trouble up there and...will you stop?" Now it was River's turn to distract and she pushed his face gently away from her neck, ignoring his smile beneath her fingertips.

He smirked. "This was your idea, you know."

"Mine? Why, I've no idea what you mean." She batted her eyelashes in a look that was all-too innocent for her face.

Smiling fondly down at her, he took one of her hands in his. "Come on, then, let's go save the universe or something."

Together, hand-in-hand, they walked up the hill to face the oncoming enemy. But they knew that somehow, it didn't really matter how, they'd end up saving the world and then swagger back to their box for a cup of tea, and that's all that really matters.