Credit to hannahncakes
The Doctor's hearts raced as he skipped along the corridor after River. He didn't know what to expect. Well, with River he never knew what to expect but now he really didn't know what to expect. He wasn't too sure if he'd ever given anyone a massage before, not in recent memory anyway, and he had enough problems trying to decide what to do with his hands at the best of times. But then again, he told himself, a bet was a bet. And he was actually quite excited about the possibilities that this may hold. As he reached her door he placed one hand on it and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, looking around for anything that was going to stop him from entering. He didn't want anything to stop him but then, on the other hand, if no one stopped him he was going in that room and everything was going to change.
"You can come in sweetie." River laughed from inside the room and he swallowed hard as he pushed to door open slightly, peering inside anxiously. The room was dimly lit and candles glowed around the edges of the room as River lay across the bed. As he summoned up his courage and began to walk boldly into the room he had time to marvel inwardly at the fact she'd had time to arrange all this in the few moments he'd been waiting for her before he noticed the fact that the light was glittering off her body and there was a lot more skin exposed than there had been a few seconds ago.
"River you urm… You don't have your top on." The Doctor announced as he shifted his eyes trying to look anywhere apart from at her exposed back that kept drawing his gaze.
"Yes, my love, I know. It would be kind of difficult to massage me with my top on, wouldn't it?" She grinned as she propped herself up on her elbows and gazed across at him. "The oil's on the table." She nodded towards the bottle on her nightstand and lay back down patiently, waiting for him to master his nerves.
"Right. Of course. Silly me." He muttered as he walked towards her, biting on his lip nervously. "So do I urm…" He picked up the bottle and motioned to pouring it on her back and she laughed.
"Come here." She smiled as she gabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the bed. "You need to get on too, ideally. If you put your legs either side of me you'll be able to reach my back properly." She felt her smile fade slightly as she saw him still stood there, frozen like a statue. "If this is too much, too soon, you can just say. We can leave it." She said gently as she looked deep into his hesitant eyes.
"No. It's fine. Just a little nervous." He smiled as he kicked his shoes off and bounced onto the bed, straddling her waist as he did. He took a deep breath. He wanted this, wanted to do this with her now. He pushed her hair to one side so her back was free for his hands to roam as he leant down to whisper in her ear. "Just be gentle with me, okay?" She laughed throatily as his breath tickled her ear.
"Why not? First time for everything." She giggled slightly and he let out a long breath. He could do this.
Gingerly he opened the bottle and squeezed a small amount onto her back, admiring the way it shimmered in the light and clung to her wonderful skin. He began to rub it gently into her soft shoulders, enjoying the small sigh she let escape her lips as his fingers touched her. He breathed in deeply and the most wonderful smell overwhelmed him.
"This smells glorious, what is it?" He asked happily as his thumb moved in small circles at the base of her neck and he felt the tension flood out of her.
"It's a special oil I picked up at an intergalactic market. It smells different to everyone, reminds them of their favourite things." She sighed and he inhaled once again, trying to name all the things he could smell. It reminded him of the beaches on Gallifrey, of the tropical rainforests he'd visited long ago, of mango smoothies and something so very sweet and so very special that he couldn't put his finger on. It was magnificent.
