"Hello, River," her back was to him, her hair a copper halo in the torchlight.

She smiled and turned towards him, "Hello, sweetie," most of her face was hidden behind a black carnival mask but her lips were curved in a pleased grin and her green eyes were lit with mischief. "How did you know it was me?" They were standing on a balcony of the Doge's Palace in Venice circa 1761.

He snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her close while his other went to the riot of golden hair that was loose and wild about her shoulders. "I'd recognize those curls anywhere."

"Ha, that's what you think."

"Spoilers?" He smiled down at her and twisted a curl around his forefinger.

"Oh, I do hope so," she purred softly as she closed the already small distance between them.

No spoilers, but that must mean, "River, where are we?" His voice was hopeful and serious all at once, "Have we, the library?" He managed to choke out.

She reached out a hand and smoothed the collar of his frock coat, "Ages ago sweetie," she hated that anguished look in his eyes every time that damned place came up, "Really, do stop blaming yourself for that," she said in a bit too bright of a tone as her eyes went dark with the memory. She knew even so many years later, she still couldn't let him see the damage, let him know how devastated she'd been locked for so long in that computer by the one man who should have done anything to free her. Left me there like a book on a shelf, she'd once said, and so he had, but that kiss, that one last kiss at Trenzalore had changed everything. He'd shown her that he still wanted her, still longed for her with every beat of his hearts and she had burned through a planet and harnessed the power of a supernova to get back to him.

The Doctor hearts faltered as River broke their stare; she hadn't been able to meet his gaze for that split second when she forgave him for the hundredth or thousandth time.

Then she shook the memory off and gave him her most dazzling smile, "Now, husband, what are you doing here, and all alone? Thought what's her name was still around, Lara, was it?"

And with that he was back in the moment, his precious wife alive and free and all his finally without the specter of her looming death all around him. "Come on River," he was all too aware that two of the three women in his life at the moment were none too fond of each other, "Clara," He knew well and good his wife knew the girl's name, River Song never forgot a damned thing. "She's off nannying or dating or something tonight," he said and River smirked skeptically. "You know I can be let out on my own."

There was a genuine smile playing at River's lips now at her husband's pouting. "Of course you can dear," she said with an indulgent smile that said she adored him, but thought him both the most brilliant and idiotic of men, all in one look.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing here River?"

She raised an eyebrow, "What? A girl can't just travel to the 18th century for a little fun? Did you know that Venice has been excommunicated twice? The entire city? Only technically my fault the one time," she winked at him. She was only inches away now and he could smell the scent of cinnamon and pepper, musk and moonlight itself that clung to his wife.

The skepticism was clear on his face, "What are you here to steal?"

Her face lit up, "Oh, you," she blushed and clicked her tongue, "warpstar hidden in the Doge's crown," she confessed.

"You bad girl," he was smiling and he moved his hands to the round arse hidden beneath entirely too many layers of silk. A little animal groan of delight emanated from her throat as she felt a growing bulge in his ridiculous trousers. Even after all these years it still delighted her, this power she held over the Doctor.

"I suppose it can wait, you having a time machine and all," her breasts were pressed tight against him in a corset that was leaving very little to the imagination and she raised an eyebrow in invitation.

"Really, River, it takes more than," he stopped mid sentence as her wandering hand found its mark and she laughed as his eyes went wide. "Totally inappropriate," he spoke through clenched teeth.

"Are you complaining Sweetie?" Her hand had made its way into his trousers now, her thumb brushing the head of his erect member. He was beet red as his hands tried to fend off his wife's advances; trying to remind himself that they were in a very public place. The costumed revelers milled about them, laughing, sipping at their wine, the ladies feigning modesty behind painted fans, and here was River in all her lush golden glory, pressed tightly against him, how could he refuse. Her hands moved to his chest, feeling the thrumming of his hearts, "The Tardis is close, Husband, I can feel it."

"Not close enough," he growled, wanting nothing more than to lift his wife's skirts and take her right there against the cold marble railing.

"Aren't you the dirty old man."

"I'm the one being provoked!"

"Yes, you are," she answered, grinning in that wonderful predatory manner she had, and deciding to take pity on him, and herself for that matter, she grabbed his hand. "Follow me, I know a spot," she said and pulled him towards the torch-lit interior.

"How do you know a spot here?" He started but thought better of it knowing his wife had a rather storied love life, one that didn't always include him. "Oh, never mind," he said, allowing her to lead the way.

They wound their way through the throng and slipped inside a jewel box of a room, all red brocade and velvet. An enormous bed sat on a dais set squarely in the middle of the room, which the Doctor found himself laid out upon in no short order. River was quickly on top of him, but he was in no mood this night to be her plaything. Their lips met in a crushing kiss as she tried to pin his arms, "Not tonight Professor Song," his hand wrapped in her thick curls, pulling hard enough to expose her throat. His lips hard against the white length of sensitive skin, a low rumble escaping as his teeth nipped, tongue licking over the salty sweetness of her. Again, River tried to pin him, again he resisted, "No," his voice was stern as he rolled her off him; the hard long length of his body coming to rest atop her.

She laughed as his fingers wrapped around her throat applying just enough pressure, "Oh, you are feeling naughty tonight aren't you?"

"Shut up," he said, freeing his bowtie and removing her carnival mask, replacing it with the red tie cum blindfold. She smiled but remained silent, enjoying this unusual side to her husband; River barely even struggled as the Doctor rips a sash from the bed canopy, binding his wife's wrists. It was too delicious of a role reversal for her to resist. Trying to hold on, unsure of just how long he could last with River all black clad and fettered, hands tied above her head, breasts practically popping out of the still laced corset, the Doctor cursed, All that is holy, he thought, what this woman does to me, and his hands palmed the lush curves of her breasts.

She moaned and wriggled beneath him, arching her back and pushing the silk covered flesh further into his grip. His fingers worked fast unlacing just the first few rows of the corset, just enough so that he can free her glorious breasts and circle his tongue over her already hard nipples.

"Oh, Doctor," her breath hitched as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh; gasping as his mouth pulled hard on a breast while he fished in his pockets for the new suction toys he'd brought. He wasn't planning on running into his wife this evening but, always be prepared, a good motto if one is married to River Song. At the touch of the hard plastic, her nipples puckered even further and he watched in amusement as she raised a brow over the blindfold and bit down on that full lower lip he so loved.

"What have we here husband?" Her question was answered as he pulled up on the plunger, her nipple sucked cruelly up into the little vacuum; her hips bucking beneath him, "Oh, god, yes!"

He smiled, repeating the action, encasing both nipples in their plastic prison before rucking up her layers of skirts and petticoats to expose her golden thighs and the light dusting of already wet curls at their apex, "You are such a bad girl Professor," his River never bothered with knickers, god love her. At the sight of his wife completely lost to her own lust, he wanted nothing more than to sink himself deep inside her, but it was a rare thing to have River Song at his mercy and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity.

His fingers flickered over her clit, rolling it between his fingers in what he knew was a maddening slow rhythm to his impatient wife. He could feel her hearts beat faster, his other hand at her throat feeling the twin pulses throbbing beneath the hot skin; her back arched as she hissed, "I swear, if you don't get on with it I'll kill you."

"Already did that sweetheart," he said smugly and slipped a finger inside her causing her to thrash against the restraints while his thumb continued its delicious torture of her clit. But, it wasn't enough, not for her, or for him, he needed to taste her, breathe her. Swinging himself off the bed, he hungrily scooped up that wonderfully plump arse of hers, pulling her towards him in one swift motion. He ran a searing tongue over the soft flesh of her thighs, plunging into the hot wetness of her, River's thighs splaying wide in welcome to the attention.

"Oh," She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair; his true name a sigh on her lips. She could feel him smile against her as his tongue moved in torturously slow strokes before spreading her wide again, his mouth tugging hungrily at her clit, teeth nibbling as her body tensed against him. His wanton wife, he thought, as her hands, still bound, tugged at his hair as she thrust her hips in time with his sucking; the woman was insatiable.

She was close; he could feel it in the tight thrum of her body, right on the threshold of sweet oblivion. Pulling once more at her engorged clit, the Doctor pulsed the tip of his tongue against her most sensitive of spots sending her over the edge. A wild scream tore from River's mouth as she bucked against the Doctor once more; a sticky sweetness pouring into his mouth like ambrosia.

"Oh, oh I hate you," she managed between ragged breaths.

"No, you don't," the Doctor countered in their familiar banter, repositioning himself above her, very much pleased with sight of his wife's thighs spread wide and still vacuum encased nipples bobbing atop her ample cleavage. His hands moved back to her breasts, hefting them, marveling at their softness against the flesh of his palms before releasing each engorged nipple from its case. The dark pink nubs were practically obscene after their treatment, dark and swollen.

Akkadian curses broke from River as the Doctor's tongue gave each a slow lick; his nipping teeth and toying tongue giving rise to further gasps from his wife as she built once more to orgasm. "Ugh!" She gave a strangled cry of disapproval as his mouth came away from her breast with a hard sucking noise, "Oh, god, whatever you're going to do, do it quickly!" She begged breathlessly.

His cock was hard and ready, the red silk of the bed gone dark and wet beneath River's dripping sex. Hiking River's legs over his shoulders, he thrust the full length of himself into her, and the cry she gave was one of sated need. The Doctor had been torturously slow up until that point, but his own desire drove him into a punishing pace. River looped her bound hands over the Doctor's neck, holding him tight against her as her hips thrust against his own and her mouth sought his. His teeth bit down on her lip as he felt himself hurtling towards the finish, her blood hot and metallic against his tongue. And then they broke together, the Doctor's release coming in a shuddering gasp as River's scream echoed through the room.

There was a loud pounding in his ears; it took him a second to realize the pounding he was hearing wasn't their combined four heartbeats, but fists beating at the door. "River!" The Doctor whipped his head from the gilded door, which River had apparently managed to bar at some point, back to his wife for an explanation just in time to see her lacing up the last of her corset and smoothing her hair as much as that was possible. "Wha? How?"

His escape artist of a wife had already managed to free herself from his hastily tied fetters and stood ready at the open balcony window, "Oh, never mind."

"Time to go, Sweetie!" She said as she climbed over the windowsill with a wicked grin on her lips.

"But the warpstar?" He really shouldn't like her being a thief, kinda did; certainly wasn't used to her leaving without getting what she came for. She laughed as she dropped the few feet to the balcony below, taking off at a run, not waiting for her husband. "Spoilers!" He heard her shout over her shoulder.

Damn the woman! He was still struggling with his braces when a dozen of the Doge's guards burst through the door.