Sometimes I Wrestle With My Demons --Sometimes I Wrestle With My Demons, Sometimes We Just SnuggleSometimes I Wrestle With My Demons -- by Betawhofic
The Doctor charged into the Tardis, slammed the door and planted his back against it. His hair was wild, his eyes wide, and he was breathing like a bellows.
"Ah, there you are, Sweetie. I thought I got the coordinates right."
He glared as River emerged from behind the Tardis time rotor. "You're a demon!"
She sauntered down the steps and tipped her head at him. "I was trained and conditioned to kill you, Sweetie. It's not my fault you came back too early and almost met Amy out of sequence, and met me instead.
"Mind you," she padded up and slipped a finger up the placket of his shirt. "I was very annoyed that you got away."
"I almost didn't!"
"Ah, well," she smiled at him and leaned against him, "I am very good at what I do."
His hearts pounded in his chest with leftover adrenaline. She hummed and snuggled against his front, that one naughty hand sneaking up behind his neck and