Chapter 2

She's drowning in sensation. His body burns, skin spine tingling hot where it presses against her own. His kisses are masterful and devouring, his tongue dances with hers in an age old rhythm, one that they share no matter what time frame they end up meeting in. Sometimes it's affirmed by a kiss, sometimes only by banter. But there is always a connection. He's her Doctor, and she's his River Song.

Suddenly he pushes his other hand into her hair, releasing his death grip on the solid bars of her cage. She is no less ardent dragging him against her mouth, fighting him with teeth and tongue, meeting him as she always has, on his ground.

They're backing up, stumbling backwards into her cell. His mouth moves from hers, peppering soft kisses across her cheek and down her neck. She gasps as he nips just over her frantic pulse at the base of her neck, his tongue soothing away the sting of the bite with gentle licking. Her hands are not idle, delving inside his jacket, to the button up shirt beneath it. The striped fabric parts willingly under her touch, and she's glad because he'd probably be upset if she ruined his shirt by ripping it open. As her fingers finally make contact with the skin of his abdomen she feels rather than hears his startled inhalation, that slight flinch away. But then he presses into her touch, silently encouraging her to continue. And she's never been one to deny herself the indulgence of touching him.

His skin is smooth, unblemished by the tortures of his past, unbroken by the battles he's fought. her fingers explore his abdomen, relearning the contours of this form.

The cell wall is startlingly cool against the feverish heat of her skin, and the soft sound that drops from her lips draws him back up from his assault on her neck to claim her mouth again.

She groans at the taste of him, and his hands slip from her hair down to her waist, pulling blindly at the fabric of her dress. She tugs at the top of his pants, trying to open them from memory alone. It wasn't going well, her frustration manifesting in soft eager noises that he swallowed as he continued his sensuous attack. Her hips thrust up against him, and he groans into her mouth, a tortured sound.

Finally the top button comes free, but before they go further she suddenly remembers, she's in a cell. There are cameras.

She pulls back just enough to mutter against his mouth, "Cameras."

He reaches into his jacket as his lips reclaim hers, pulling out the sonic screwdriver from the inner pocket and pointing it at the camera. It sparks in response, she knows they probably don't have much time before the soldiers come looking. But she doesn't care.

Besides, every inmate is entitled to a conjugal visit.

There is a soft clatter as he tosses the screwdriver aside, and if she'd been able to think she would have been amused. But his hands had already returned to her sides, running in tantalizingly firm strokes across her skin, down to her thighs. His talented fingers caught the edge of the dress, pulling it up around her waist. Her touches have an almost frenzied quality to them, like she can't be close enough to him, can't touch enough of him to satisfy her hunger.

She manages to, with his help, pull the jacket from his shoulders, throwing it behind him. The brief pause where his hands aren't touching her skin feels like an eternity.

Suddenly his fingers trace the edge of her underwear, lingering just above her core with a pressure that was just shy of what she wanted. His other hand pulled at her hair, tugging their mouths apart long enough to ask, "Are you particularly fond of these?"

His smile is sinful, and she chuckles with a shake of her head. The Doctor leant in putting his mouth next to her ear, "Good answer."

His voice is deeper, huskier than it was at the start of all this. It's such a wonderful sound that she practically convulses.

"Very good River Song, very, very good." He purrs into her ear, hot breath washing over the sensitized skin. his fingers stroke gently, tracing light patterns that make her hips buck in an attempt to increase the pressure.

"Oh you've no idea just how good I can be Doctor." she quips. His chuckle makes her shake, "I think I'm about to find out, don't you?"

"Only if you're very good."

"Hundreds of years to learn. I think I may have picked up something."

"You only think you've picked up something? how sad."

She whined as his fingers stopped their feather light strokes over her core. Though the touch had been light it had at least been something where she needed him. Her mouth parted to reprimand him as he drew back, watching her face. But before she could summon the words he pressed firmly, a long caress that rolled her hips and sent her mouth seeking out his neck as she fought not to keen. This! this was what she wanted, the touch she'd wanted from him. not gentle touches that acted as if she was a delicate statue that could be shattered.

"Was that sad River?"

He teased, and she thought it was very unfair of him to do so when his fingers were doing wonderfully wicked things to her. her tongue darted out, tasting the skin over his pulse point. Sweet but slightly salty. She breathed over the dampened skin, "only if you stop sweetie."

He shivered and bucked against her, hips snapping forward before he could control himself.

His hands relocated to the fabric of her panties, gripping them tightly before pulling roughly. The delicate fabric split under the sudden pressure and he tossed the remains to the side.

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. She can feel his hearts racing, can almost see the pulse thundering in his neck as she brushes against him. her hands free him from the confines of his pants and she almost groans at how hot he is in her fingers. He makes a choked sound, a sound of pleasure he tried to supress. But she doesn't want him calm, or detached. She wants him here, living in the moment with her. Without prompting she lifted one leg, securing it around his waist and forcing him closer to her. Positioning him right at the place she wanted his attention most.

"Have I ever mentioned how wonderful I think your legs are River?"

She pulled back to grin at him, "Not today, But I'm certain you can show me."

He reaches down, grabbing her wrists and pressing them against the wall at her sides before kissing her almost desperately. As if he's trying to breathe her in, to devour her entirely.

The Doctor pulls back, looking into her eyes, "Are you sure?"

But what he's really asking is 'Is she with him or with his future self?', 'is this what she really wants from him? even knowing it could be a very long time before it happens again?'

She fights to free her hands, and he lets her go, watching her with an almost animalistic heat. But there's a shade of panic and fear in his eyes. her fingers cup his face, keeping his gaze locked with hers, "I'm sure, I'm here with you, My Doctor."

The panic and fear disappears, and his smile is bright, "My River."

She wasn't watching his hands, so she didn't notice him positioning himself against her core. Of course she'd felt pressure there, but it hadn't changed in a significant way and she'd been rather occupied. But now as his words dripped like honey from flushed lips, he thrust forwards into her. And it's like she's complete again.

Authors note: Sorry about the confusion but this will be multiple chapters :D Hope you liked it, if you did drop me a review, let me know how i'm going :D

ta ta for now,

~MadamRed