"Come back to bed, Sweetie" River tried to give the Doctor her most seductive smile as she sat up in their bed, holding the TARDIS blue sheet to her chest. Her wild, dark blonde curly hair tumbled over her shoulders. "Look, love, we really need to find the last of The Silence, then there's less chance of them hurting you again"

"Honey, I've told you I'm fine" River smiled but it was a shaky one. The Silence had captured her a week ago to lure the Doctor there – they knew she was vital to him and so had taken her. She had endured water torture and by the time the Doctor had traced the signal (it had been weak as she got weaker) she had passed out. He hadn't been able to disguise his terror as she was the strongest woman he had ever encountered and he was pretty sure she'd never fainted before. He'd rescued her and not even bothered to kill any of them, that wasn't his way. His number one priority was her safety. As a result of the torture, she hadn't been able to shower at all since she'd been back, instead going to the swimming pool to cleanse herself. She hadn't even been able to be intimate with him, and he was worried as she was normally flirty and up for it eighty percent of the time, even now they had been married for six months.

"River, follow me." She gathered the sheet around her and padded across the floor. He put a protective arm around her waist and led her into their bathroom. There was a shower cubicle big enough for two, and when she realised he was taking her there she started to turn around. "No, River, we need to get past this. I know its hard for you but that is why I'm here"

"Sweetie, I can't. The Silence... that's how they tortured me" He knew. He had gently asked her about it and she'd told him everything. "Love, I will be in there with you. I will never leave your side" She took a deep breath and said Ok. She trusted him with her life and more. Even though she was completely terrified, she absolutely trusted this man without hesitation. He pulled her close to him and she buried her head in his bare chest. He wrapped his arms around her back, gradually pulling the sheet off. Still holding her, he shuffled with her into the shower cubicle. She was taking deep breaths, and he went slowly. He shut the door without making a noise so that she didn't know. He remembered how she had looked when he'd found her, soaking wet in her khaki dress in a tiny box where water was dripping onto her. He reached for the 'Start' button and made sure the shower was away from her and wouldn't get her wet yet. "River, I'm about to turn the shower on. You're safe here with me" She nodded against his chest. She was strong. He pressed the button, holding her tightly. She tensed immediately and he felt tears on his shoulder. He brought his hands up to cup her face and stroked her tears away.

He kissed her tenderly, letting his fingers run through her hair and tipping her head back, and as she kissed him back she put her arms around his neck and he licked her lips and she opened her mouth to him. She wanted to forget all about what had happened. Still kissing her, the Doctor moved the shower so that it was running on her. She held him as close as physically possible, every muscle in her body tensed with terror yet she stayed for him. He had been gentle with her for the past week, and she hadn't felt like being sexually intimate with him as she had been terrorised from her capture.

She had thought she should keep up her image of being a strong woman, but he had seen through her, the only one who could, and told her bluntly not to act strong. So she had broken down in his arms and he had comforted her.

Back in the present, he took hold of the shower and sprayed her. She was shaking and trying hard not to cry. After a little while she was all wet and somehow the Doctor had managed to wet her thick curls. She reached for the shampoo and he grabbed it out of her hands. She didn't even question, she just blinked lazily and half-smiled at him. He rubbed the shampoo into her hair, massaging her head as she leaned back into him. He could feel her relaxing and she hugged him backwards, her arms reaching back around his torso. He felt the natural stirring when she pressed her well-formed buttocks into his groin. When he had finished shampooing her, he grabbed the shower gel and lathered it in his hands. He started with her waist, moving round to her toned stomach where her ribs ended and there was a dip before her hips started, forming one of the gorgeous curves of her figure. He worked up to her beautifully round breasts. He pinched her nipples and she pressed into his groin even more. He thrust his hips into her buttocks and she felt him. She let her head fall back so it rested on his shoulder and he kissed her neck, sucking as he went. She needed him closer so turned round and kissed him with more vigour. She felt more awake than she had in a week. Her hands wandered over his torso and down to his hips, pinching his gorgeous Time Lord skin. She groped his buttocks, squeezing and feeling his eagerness pressed against her hip. He lifted her up onto the shower seat and they paused. "I don't want to push you, love. Are you ready to... do that again?"

"Yes, Sweetie, I'll be good again when I've got a most recent memory of in the shower, especially with you" she winked at him. He pushed her knees apart, stepped closer then entered her. She was happy to let him do the work (this time) and he thrusted tenderly into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, strong legs toned from crouching and running. He went the slowest he'd ever been, normally she would get on top or take control after a while but there was something different about her since she had got back, like she'd lost some of her dominance. She held onto the rail that was conveniently placed above her head, getting used to him taking control. She remembered the last time he had dominated her, she had found it surprisingly hot to be taken control of. He knew just how to get it back, though. After a little while they both felt the building climax and she took him deeper and bit his shoulder as they came together, his face buried in her hair, River moaning with sheer pleasure. "Oh, yes, Sweetie. Ahhhhh" her pelvic floor muscles squeezed him hard as she took short yet satisfied breaths and clenched her thighs.

River's reaction stirred something deep inside the Doctor, knowing that she was ok now, back to normal (hopefully, anyway). He even hoped she would start her constant flirting again.

"Honey, I hope you've got more of that because I'm going to need a lot more satisfaction now I feel myself again" she proclaimed with a massive, wicked grin on her face. "Well I intend to take full advantage of that, sexy"

"I thought that was your name for the TARDIS..."

"Well, both of you are sexy in different ways. And technically you have some of her in you as you were in fact conceived in that wretched bunk bed in the other room" River winked. Without warning the Doctor quickly withdrew from her and picked her up bridal style, carried her out of the shower and into their bedroom, kicking the door shut. River felt the adrenaline rush of spontaneity and thrummed with anticipation. The Doctor practically threw her onto their large bed and she giggled. "Mmm, Sweetie, what are – " She never had the chance to finish her sentence as the Doctor covered her mouth with his, his hands in her nearly dry hair. Her arms snaked around his chest and her hands held his shoulders as she thrusted her hips upwards, eager to have him inside her again. He pushed her hips back down onto the bed and he broke the kiss. "No, you're supposed to be taking things easy" he explained with a cheeky grin. "Put your arms above your head and keep them there". He was unusually commanding and she loved it. She did as he'd told her and he moved upwards, kissing her wrists and down her arms. He kissed her armpits, which made her shiver with delight. He got to her breasts and bit each one very lightly. He then sucked her nipples until she was thrusting at him again. He repeated the action of pushing her hips down onto the bed but kept them there this time. He moved his head downwards and licked her belly button. "Ahhh" River gasped outwardly, squirming. He kissed down to her left hip bone, now holding her thighs to keep her from thrusting, and bit her there, leaving a mark. She moaned with pleasure. He did the same to her right hip bone and she all but growled with impatience. He grazed his teeth down to her pubic hair, and started licking the very top of her clitoris. She thrusted involuntarily this time. "River" he spoke into her opening, "I will tie you to this bed if you do that once more". He wasn't joking, and she had a major urge to do it just to get tied up. She'd do it later. Right now she needed him inside her. What she wasn't prepared for, however, was him entering her with his tongue and starting to thrust with it. Normally she was the one who would pleasure him by massaging him down there or bringing him to orgasm with her mouth. He hadn't done this for at least five months. She was normally in control. Not this time, though. He was going to give her pleasure and be in control at the same time. He waggled his tongue around, knowing he must be doing it well from the amount of moaning she was doing. He was glad he had a long tongue so that he could reach her. He carried on for a few minutes, thriving on the ache he was getting in his tongue. It suddenly dawned on him how selfless he was in the bedroom now, in the beginning they had both fought for dominance, even the first time he had met her they had both tried to lead. The meeting that had changed his life in the biggest way. He kept his mind off of her death, they never talked about the fact that his future was her past and his firsts were her lasts. It was tragic, yes, but they had each other for five years – two months of very complex calculations and no companions around to distract him had led to the triumphant conclusion of how much time he would have with her.

Back to the present, she was close. They'd had enough sex to know when the other was close. He went as far in with his tongue as he could possible go as she started to clench. He pushed harder, as fast as he could, until she was shouting his name. His real name, not just "Doctor". He'd told her his real name at their wedding, as he needed to say the vows officially. The sound of it coming from her mouth was like the sound of heaven.

Now that she was conveniently soaking wet in her opening and due to the amount of moaning and shouting that she'd done, he was fully hard and throbbing again. Using her narcoticised state to his advantage, he grabbed a pair of handcuffs (they had four pairs between them – it had been the best wedding night in history), straddled her and cuffed her wrists to the rail on their headboard. She gasped and struggled against them. He couldn't help but use that opportunity to take a photo of her to add to their private collection. He eased himself into her, groaning quietly at how slick she was and therefore how easily his rock hard erection entered her. He could tell that River was longing to take control, suck him off and ride him until she'd come at least four more times and could no longer walk properly. But no, this was his time to take control of her. Using the rail she was cuffed to as leverage, he thrusted into her as hard and fast as possible, when they were both close he withdrew, stunned that he had this much self control. River opened her mouth to shout at him but he brought his lips crashing down on hers then told her urgently to get on all fours in front of him. Never had she obeyed him so quickly. She held the rail for support and he entered her from behind, banging into her to get him there. It didn't take long. She was even thrusting her buttocks into him to come as quickly as possible. 'Oh, River' the Doctor exclaimed, his member throbbing with anticipation. 'Come for me, Doctor' she gasped, and he did. He hammered into her so hard that his hip bones hit her buttocks. The feeling of him filling her and the friction made her come so hard she collapsed yet needed more. 'I'm not all the way there, Doctor. I need to ride you'

He didn't hesitate to untie her; he was already hard again at the image of her riding him. They were so obsessed with each other; they often had times where they would just have sex for two whole days, in every room and every position. It was a miracle that she didn't get pregnant, although the TARDIS had very kindly fitted River with an implant that meant it wasn't possible.

When they'd hurriedly got the handcuffs off, she grabbed them and before he knew what was happening, he was cuffed where River had been five seconds ago. She crawled towards him and he longed to grab her breasts and suck them like he had a short while ago. He was even harder at the memory of what she'd done to him the last time she had handcuffed him to the bed. He moaned in anticipation. She also remembered the last time and she remembered how much gratitude he'd shown her afterwards, it made her grin just to see how hard he got, he must be thinking about it too.

She decided to try something she'd been tempted to do for a while, so after hurriedly taking him inside her and riding out her orgasm she straddled his chest then worked her way up so she was sitting on his neck. He felt her moist arousal on his neck and considered begging her to grab his member and suck him until he came, but last time he'd done that she had boasted about making him beg for weeks. Now he remembered why he had begged her, she was the embodiment of sexual attraction and satisfaction. She was also irresistible – ever since he had learned she was half Time Lord he knew he wasn't alone and he desperately wanted to be with her for many more years than they had and keep her to himself. He also wanted to have children, and he was thinking about mentioning it soon. Sitting astride him, her full breasts heaving as she breathed and her thighs and abdomen still glistening from the mix of both their sweat, she pulled his head forward so he was kissing her lower abdomen, turning her on and biting her hips and all the skin he could reach. She thrusted as his neck got slicker with her juices.

She shifted and surprised him by suddenly taking his rock hard member in her mouth and humming to make him even more likely to beg for her. The vibration went right through him, and he thrusted into her mouth, making her gag. She stopped and brought her eyes up to meet his. 'Oh, you're going to pay for that'. River was dangerous when he did that, it had only happened once before and last time she had tied him to the bed using all four pairs of handcuffs – one for each wrist and ankle – and she had left him there for three hours. She got up off of the bed and reached into her bedside drawer. She could have anything in there, he was hurriedly trying to compose an apology in his head – this was supposed to be a time for him to pleasure her. She held something behind her back and closed the drawer. 'Have you ever gagged, Doctor?'