Yowzah Oneshot Collection (3)

19(M)

High Voltage in Her Lips

HellNHighHeel

His first time with her isn't what he thought it would be, not that he'd been thinking about it. But if he had, which he hadn't, he always trusted that she would know when the time was right. That she would appear before him in the night like a miracle, come to kiss him sleepy eyed and chase away the darkness of some terrible day. Or maybe he would linger outside her cell just a little too long and she would take pity on him and pull him over the threshold and into her life in the most intimate way possible. In his mind, she was gentle and understanding and as patient as ever as she guided his shaking hands to the places she wanted them most. He never once thought he would seek her out, that he would be able to think of nothing else but his mouth on hers. Never once had he considered he would be so single minded in his pursuit that he would abandon Amy and Rory on an asteroid base with no warnings or explanations. But that was before he knew who she was. There's no keeping himself away from her now, and he realizes there was only ever one way this story could end.

The coordinates to her cell come easily and the next thing he knows the doors of the TARDIS are flying open and there she is, smiling up at him from her cot like she's been expecting him. Her eyes are shining and fond like he does this every day, like he's always sweeping her away into the night with a crooked grin and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi honey, I'm home."

"Is River Song your wife?"

"Someday I'm going to be someone you trust, completely."

He must stare just a little too long because the fond look on her face bleeds into concern as she asks, "Sweetie?"

It's all the invitation he needs to stride out of the TARDIS, sonic open her cell, and take her in his arms. His lips find hers and she's soft and sweet and even better than he remembered. His grip is bruising, body pressed tightly into hers and he's not going anywhere, never running from her again. Nothing could tear him away, not Daleks, not Cybermen, not Rassilon himself could tear his mouth from hers. She's his assassin and his lover and everything in between. She's what he's been searching for. She is human and Time Lord and the best and brightest of both.

His hands are everywhere, trying to touch all of her at once. He can't get enough, like a desert cactus drinking in all it can before drought and heat and time separate them once more. She doesn't resist as he crashes his mouth against hers. In fact she responds with startling familiarity, clawing at him just as eagerly, body arching into his, fingers curling into his hair, and teeth nipping at his bottom lip. She kisses him like he makes a habit of running eager hands across her back and down to cup her backside, like he's always balling his fists in her hair and tugging her to him, so desperate for her touch that nothing could stop him or keep him away. No amount of distance or timelines or laws of the universe could come between them, certainly not steel bars or twelve thousand consecutive life sentences.

River tears her mouth from his and he instantly begins peppering her face and neck with needy kisses. "Well hello to you too," she pants, the ragged edge to her voice cutting straight through him. "How long has it been for you?" She smirks, clearly enjoying how much he's missed her.

"A few minutes," he mumbles into her skin, careful to keep his face buried in her neck and hair. He doesn't want her to see his face in case she sees how young he is and tries to stop him. He doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to hold back, not from her, not ever again. Not now that he knows. Melody. River. Time Lord. His.

"A few minutes?" she repeats, sounding less smug and more confused. "What's wrong? What's happened?" She tries to pull away but he tugs her closer, distracting her with a kiss to the shell of her ear.