River obliges him, a low hungry sigh on her lips. But he can feel her hands coming back to his face, coming down to fist in his shirt. She pulls away just enough to rest her forehead against his, her breath ragged. Everything about her screams receptive female.
"Richard," she whispers, but true language is beyond her. She closes her eyes and leans in to whisper against his ear. "Bed."
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Date: 2009-02-18 04:12 am (UTC)"Richard," she whispers, but true language is beyond her. She closes her eyes and leans in to whisper against his ear. "Bed."