hell_in_highheels: (looking down)
River Song ([personal profile] hell_in_highheels) wrote 2009-02-17 06:02 am (UTC)

She leans on him for a moment, and then turns, drawn by the scent of him. "You're all wet," she whispers.

She lays her cheek on his shoulder and closes her eyes, breathing him in while she can.

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