Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to various persons and corporations that are not me or associated with me. This piece of fanfiction is written with the admiration and respect for the original work. I claim no ownership of Doctor Who's creations. No profit is made from this material, now or in the future.
Summary: A moment where nothing's hidden. (River/Doctor, drabble: 100 words)
A./N: I recently wrote a drabble in the Sherlock community for Sherlock's birthday. One of the hardest things for me was writing more sexualized intimacy. So I decided that meant I needed to try it again. I carried the theme of nakedness from that drabble and used it as my prompt for this one.
Thanks to Armity for beta work.
River Song sleeps. The Doctor hadn't expected that.
She lays on her stomach across his bed; one hand flung out toward him, palm up, the other tucked beneath her breast, hidden. His eyes follow the long, pale line from the arch of her foot up the inside of her leg, curving her bottom, the small of her back and up the hallow of her spine. He smiles at the face hidden under a tide of curls.
No one hears or sees.
He lays down with her, a palm on her back.
He kisses her while she sleeps.
If you enjoyed the piece, or if you didn't, please take the time to leave me a review. No matter how short, I really appreciate the feedback. Thanks.