River Song (
hell_in_highheels
) wrote
2009-04-13 05:34 am (UTC)
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Her eyes close and she meets him, a tender, gentle kiss that lets her savour him all over again.
Until the wind changes and the smell of scorched rabbit tickles her nose.
She groans as she pulls away. "
Damn
it."
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Until the wind changes and the smell of scorched rabbit tickles her nose.
She groans as she pulls away. "Damn it."