River slid his jacket from his shoulders, fighting with his reluctant arms to remove it completely.
River grabbed his hair firmly and with gentle, playful tugs, managed to lead him across to the room she occupied. The pair stumbled and tripped refusing to part until they reached the doorway.
As they withdrew long enough for air River lent back into the room her hand groping the wall for the light switch. Impatient as he was the Doctor ignored her efforts and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her, legs wrapped tightly around him, to the bed she'd claimed there.
In the darkness that surrounded them their only option was to feel instead of see. With her legs still firmly around him the Doctor crept up to lean over her, expertly caressing her neck. Laying gentle kisses along her jawline until finally reaching her soft lips. She did not protest to this almost unheard of show of affection from the Doctor. The feeling of his fingers tracing down her body beneath the safety of her clothes caused her to release a soft moan into his ear. She pushed him off of her, rolling him onto the other half of the bed, ruffled and confused. River rose to her feet, a smile lined her lips and as if every item was made of silk, her clothes slipped from her, leaving her stood thrillingly revealed under the cover of darkness.
As he gently outlined her body with his hands his lips slid softly across her skin. Her ears tingled; hearing the rustling of material as the Doctor hurriedly removed his clothing. Her heart danced as she realised exactly what they were venturing into. She reached out into the darkness pulling his body urgently against hers, feeling his warm skin against her for the first time.
Determined to savour this first exploration they lay entwined gently caressing and smudging kisses onto every inch of the other.
The Doctor made love to her as only the Doctor knew how. She gripped the sheets tightly as a soft moan escaped her parted lips.
He wasn't a great lover by any means, but reading those stolen pages had certainly helped. He knew exactly how to touch her, knew exactly what she liked.
He slowly blinked his eyes awake... Good god he was blind! ... No... Wait... Not blind. Just in the dark. The Doctor sat bolt upright, the covers slid off of him. He pushed his hair back hurriedly, where was he? His hands patted down his naked torso... wait... his 'naked' torso? It took a few seconds longer than it should have for him to recall the events of the previous night. He grinned stupidly. His hand wandered onto the other side of the bed. His fingers gripping the soft material. It soon turned into a frantic grabbing action. She was gone.
"River...?" he whispered loudly. His hand still searched the darkness beside him, "River..." he demanded less patiently. The Doctor sighed loudly as he threw off the covers and slid from the bed. She couldn't possibly have left the Tardis he would have heard her. He stood in the darkness, his fingers working at his bow tie furiously. He frowned to himself. He wasn't used to being the one left behind. He preferred to do the leaving. On this occasion however he'd had no such thought cross his mind, "Arh..." he groaned dropping his face into his hands. He knew now why he didn't sleep. He felt groggy and lathargic. He couldn't possibly chase River in this condition, "Mmft..." he mumbled wrestling his jacket onto his back before tugging the lapels into place. River was a wild woman, craving adventure and mystery, "Well I'm not a mystery now," he grumbled putting his foot up onto the bed to tie his boot laces tightly, "Mystery solved... Next one..." He wriggled his leg around until the trouser leg fell into place uncreased before turning to the door. Beyond it light was seeping through the crack all the way around, producing a perfect golden rectangular line. He was just about to reach for the handle when a blinding light burst through the rectangular seam. A hiss and crack broke the silence. The Doctor froze. He knew that sound. He knew that sound well. Very well. His shaking hand ripped the door open in time for him to see the last of the smokey residue from the Vortex Manipulator dispersing near the console. His legs raced him up to the controls. He wafted the remaining residue away with his hand. On the console was a crude drawing of a stick figure River. It was waving. In the speech bubble words written in River's hand.
'You'll see me again soon'
He reached down to pick up the paper. Clenched it tightly in his fist. She'd gone to the Library. That's where he would see her again. But not him. Not like this. He wouldn't have a clue who she was.
How precious she was.
How important she was.
The Screwdriver.
She didn't have the screwdriver.
He needed to find her.
Quickly.