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JUST DO IT.

the JUST DO IT meme

(or the SHAMELESS SMUT meme)
The room you wake in is unfamiliar. The decor is red and gaudy, the pillows and other features of the room ♥heart-shaped♥. The bed is, thankfully, comfortable.
And there's someone in the bed with you. Are they male, female, or otherwise? A total stranger, or an old lover? Older than you, or younger than you? Well, no matter who they are, even if you would never dream of it otherwise, you're suddenly filled with an urge to have sex with them. Right here, right now. And so are they, so that should work out just fine.

Let's be real. Sometimes, you just want to play smut. Good old Porn Without Plot has a certain appeal, right? Other times, you just want to throw two characters together, but you're worried about how they would actually get to the deed or if they would even do it. Well, this meme takes out all the hassle. Let's indulge in some shameless smut.

HOW IT GOES DOWN:
- Comment with your characters, putting any preferences you have somewhere in the comment.
- Others will respond.
- Your characters, no matter what they would usually do or if they even know each other, will have the burning desire to screw the other's brains out.
- ~~There is no thirteenth floor. There is no Miss Zarves.~~ There is no RNG.
- Have fun.

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It was one of River's favorite games to play, and one she fully intended on winning. She leaned down to kiss him, the nerves at the back of her neck tingling at his touch. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, her hands sliding up his sides. Really, if she wasn't so curious to see what she could get away with, River would be content to kiss him all night. But eventually her lips began to dip lower, to under his chin, and down his jaw to his neck. Whether he liked his body or not, River wanted to kiss every inch of it.

He loved his body and this face! Who would want to replace this? It was fantastic! He was skinnier than he ever been before and despite his age, far more limber than he expected, and... Oh this felt quite nice, as finger threaded through her hair and he groaned softly.

His free hand massaged her sides and lower back, and finally squeezing her upper thigh, "Tease." He breathed out with a laugh followed by another soft groan, "Between you and this heat..." He wasn't sure where exactly he was going with this thought pattern. Just everything felt far too nice.

"Dare you to tell me to stop," she murmured, lips curving upwards as they placed more hot kisses down his collarbone. He liked this, she should tell. And that made her heart race, like some exhilarating power trip. She had a feeling he wouldn't tell her stop.

And on the off chance he did, whatever made him think she was going to listen? She paused to run her tongue over her lips, and her hands moved down to his stomach as her lips graced his chest with slower, wetter kisses.

"You probably should," He spoke darkly, but his caresses weren't anywhere near close to forcing her to a stop. A hand slipped under her knickers, giving her bum an appreciative squeeze, encouragement, or even both.

But then she moved lower, her hands on his abdomen, moving slowly, doing nothing but teasing. Humming briefly in approval, he closes his eye for a moment, "This isn't fair; I want to touch you." Which was true, even though his body was quickly betraying how he was feeling.

"Your hands say otherwise," she grinned, rocking back a little into the grasp of his hand again before she moved lower, out of reach.

"You did touch me, sweetie," River murmured with a low chuckle, her fingertips hooking under the band of his trousers. "Now you've got to be patient, because it's my turn, and I think you've got something very pressing that I need to attend to."

She tugged his trousers down to about his knees, hands sliding back up his skinny thighs to caress the bulge of his erection. "Mm, if you're very, very good for the next few minutes Doctor, you'll get to touch me a lot sooner."

His breath catches when she touches him, causing him to sit up some, palms behind him, "I'm good... 'm always good..."

He watched her through half-closed eyes, appreciating her touches and explorations, her name being spoken softly in a half groan as she touched a particular tender spot. It didn't matter that he trousers weren't off completely, he was too caught up on what she was doing.

"You're only good when you're in charge," she replied knowingly. But he wasn't the one in control right now, she was. And apparently not hating it, as evidenced by the way he spoke her name.

"Easy...that's it, sweetie, just relax..." River smiled up at him as her hand slipped beneath his underwear, gently palming and fondling him. She couldn't help the little smirk that her smile became as she freed his erection. She locked her eyes on him as her hand began to pump him.

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He hated to admit how right she was, it was hard for him to give up control. 900+ years of having almost complete control over everything (with a few exceptions of course, like that time being stranded on Earth or when the Time Lords were frustrated at him over some nonsense) even just giving it up in the bedroom was a challenge. Not that he was complaining. He so wasn't complaining, especially since it had been a long time. Not since... well, he didn't want to think about that.

There was a satisfied sigh (groan?) as she freed him and wrapped that cool hand around him, making it extremely difficult to keep eye contact as he reached out, giving her shoulder an encouraging squeeze. His head craned back slightly, as he was doing his best not to buck his hips, wanting more contact.

The noise he made was practically music to her ears. When he said earlier that he'd wanted to touch her all night, she'd believed him and been flattered. Now, it appeared deeper than that, that he was overdue for being touched. For a moment, she wondered - if River hadn't been at the same party, would he have ended up back here with some other woman? She felt a little twinge of irrational jealousy and immediately chastised herself for it. Stupid thought. She had a lot of those once she'd been drinking.

Channeling her energies into something more productive, River focused on the encouraging grip of his hand on her shoulder. She liked touching him, and he clearly needed the attention; her hand worked him a little faster, eventually focusing on the base of his erection. She closed her eyes as she took his head into her mouth, her warm tongue lapping at him.

No, there was something about River the invoked his curiosity. She was like a never-ending Choose Your Own Adventure novel, with various twists and turns everytime he met her. Like being introduced to a new chapter everytime, and each chapter was better than the last. He liked her, liked her from the (his) beginning, but hadn't realized that drive to know more shifted more physically until the last couple meetings tonight. If left alone, he would've come back up here and passed out on his own, he embarrassingly had that much to drink tonight.

"Oh, bloody hell..." He inhaled sharply, trying to keep a hold onto that control when she took him into her mouth. Finally he had enough resolve to massage her shoulder and upper back as he watched her, groaning every couple of strokes or if it felt just right at that moment. It wasn't but a moment later, he rocked his hips upwards, gently as he could, resisting tangling fingers in her hair in desperation.

River eagerly lavished attention on his cock, loving the way he responded to her. She alternated licking and sucking with stroking him, eventually focusing her attentions on his sensitive tip. She maintained the pace for as long as she could, reluctantly withdrawing her lips when her jaw began to feel tired.

"Mmm...I have been wanting to do that all night," she said smugly, brushing her thumb against her lower lip to take off excess saliva. Her hand continued to stroke him languidly as she propped herself up on her other arm. "You were much too tense."

"Was I?"

His hand curls around her bicep, pulling her forward so he could kiss her. His hands were back on her, touching, caressing every inch of skin that he could. At the same time, he managed to shed the trousers completely, and was doing his best with the last remaining garment of his at the same time as tugging on her own knickers down her hips.

River had managed to work him up into a hot mess, with only the most indecent thoughts polluting his mind. She was trying so hard to be dominate, and he loved it, but he had to flip her over, "You don't want to know what thoughts are going through my head right now."

"Mm, o-hmmmm..." River had begun to answer, only for it to melt and fade as the Doctor pulled her into another kiss. Her lips crashed against his; kissing, kissing, kissing, endless kissing as his hands touched and teased the surfaces of her skin. She was hardly even aware that he'd discarded his remaining garments completely, until his sturdy fingers yanked her own knickers down her hips.

Their lips parted just after he flipped her over, leaving her breathless as he tugged her knickers all the way past her feet. Relief from her underwear was brief; the India heat permeated the whole room, not to mention the palpable tension of their own that they were making.

She stared up at him. Dark, lust-ridden eyes of a wild Doctor bore into hers, sparking a wave of excitement in her abdomen. She knew the Doctor, knew his future, yes - but the all the nuances and quirks of this version? River Song still had plenty to learn.

"Yes, I do."

That wasn't an answer he was expecting. Every time the Doctor thought he knew River, or had her figured out, she'd say something or do something to completely change that. This was one of them.

Trailing hot kisses along her neck, he makes promises to return the favor, "I want to taste you..." It was true he had something of an oral fixation, always chewing on something, licking something to identify substances or just out of sheer curiosity. Sweet or salty? Bitter? Made of dextrose? What about the texture?

With a gentle squeeze of her inner thighs, he coaxes her to widen her legs, and after a final glance of dark eyes, he touches her where he hoped she wanted him most. Fingers lightly tease her folds as he placed a few lingering kisses across her lower abdomen working his way downwards, and finally pushing a slick finger inside her. "That's it... Aw, lovely..."

She closed her eyes as his lips met her neck. River wanted to lose herself in him, let him explore her the mystery of her body while she memorized each path his lips and hands took. The seductive tone of his voice met her ear in a warm breath that seemed to spread all the way down her body. "Yes, please," she murmured longingly.

Earlier when he'd acquainted himself thoroughly with her breasts, she'd entertained the notion of his mouth in other places. She was aroused by the frenzy she'd worked him into by pleasuring him, and now it felt like the apex between her thighs was aching for his touch.

She couldn't resist opening her eyes as he slid further down her body, the amorous look in his eyes made her want him all the more. River lifted her head to continue watching him, groaning softly as he kissed her stomach and teased her wet entrance with his fingers. It wasn't until he finally slipped one finger inside her that she let her head rest back upon the bed, one of the first few signs that she was willing to let him take control. "Your mouth, try your mouth," River groaned impatiently. She was eager for him to taste her, to know what he was capable of...but she wasn't the one controlling the scenario anymore.

With a soft chuckle, both from his own pride at her state and his own amusement, "My pleasure!" Oh he was so clever.

Moving down lower on the bed, he has her thighs against his shoulders as he gently replaces his fingers with his tongue. At first he's just teasing, but then curiosity got the better of him -- what could he do to drive her to same level of desperation as he had just been in? He plays with her folds, teasing, sucking, and with a hand flat on her pelvis, pushes her hips down. He looked a bit devious as he replied as honestly as he could, "You don't have to squirm; let me do the work..." It was gorgeous seeing her in such an intimate moment.

River didn't have a reply for him, only another needy little groan followed by a satisfied sigh once his tongue touched her folds. Her moans were soft at first, but they began to build in response to his devious experiment between her thighs. She pressed her lips together, trying to muffle the sounds of her enjoyment - it began to manifest in the rest of her body, little tremors and the writhing of her torso. Her left hand clutched at the sheets on the bed, but her other one remained free, periodically brushing hair out of her face.

"Oh, you...smug bastard," River groaned into her arm, huffing with frustration at him. His mouth and his hands felt so good, she just needed a little more. Did he want her to beg? With a moan that bordered on a whine, she rubbed the heel of her foot against his back, her right hand sliding through his hair to encourage him. "Go back to work."

"Yes, Professor." He complied, pushing her thighs up and apart, completely exposing her if she didn't feel like it before as he continued. The Doctor didn't mind her fingers entangled in his hair, if anything it just reassured he was doing the right thing as he slid a finger or two back in, in a rhythmic pattern.

Every so often, he'd glance up, hoping to burn that pleased face in his memory as he placed a kiss to an inner thigh. And finally, perhaps before he was able to push her over the edge, "River..." He moved back over her, placing a trail of kisses along her abdomen until he reached her shoulder and connected their bodies in that desperate need he had been looking for.

She shouldn't like the sound of her profession on his lips like that, not in bed - but simply because it's him and he's always able to break down her boundaries in some way, she enjoyed hearing it. She enjoyed everything he did, actually - steady, rhythmic fingers sliding in and out of her, a supple tongue coaxing more fevered moans from her with each passing minute. Her eyes are shut as she begins to come undone for him, relishing the rising pleasure of climax.

And then the pleasure halts, leaving her stuck on a plateau of desire as she opens her eyes to him kissing up her body. "No, Doctor, go back, I'm-- I'm almost-"

She only catches a glimpse of his eyes just before he reaches her shoulder, the need in his gaze rivaling her own. Is he pleased at how crazy he's driven her? It shows all over her body, not only is she breathing heavily, she's slick and ready for him when he enters her.

"Ohh, yes, love," She gasps, arching slightly beneath him as they adjust to the connection. She feels like they're melting together, and it takes her a moment to fight through the lusty haze and slide her hands up his back to grip the backs of his shoulders for a little leverage as her hips rock against him.

Was he pleased? He was ecstatic of how she reacted; he couldn't ask for anything more. River's moans, the little arching of her back, how she'd grip her fingers and realize what she's doing and relax. It was all a beautiful display, she was beautiful, and he wasn't meaning that solely on a human stand point.

Bringing their bodies together almost felt surreal, she was as warm as the air around them, inviting, tight in all the right ways and he closed his eyes momentarily, quickly adjusting to the new sensation and absolutely revealing in it. "Fantastic..." He half groaned, half whispered against her flushed skin of her neck before pulling her into a kiss.

Hips moved, slowly trying to meet each other halfway, though he knew he was so very close to pushing River over the edge just a moment ago, her words confirming that, he wanted to drag this out as long as he could, despite the night's heat. He just wanted to take time to appreciate her, to let her know she was appreciated and well respected by him. Although, there was a sharp thrust, he also was so wound up, another sharp one to match the first, he didn't want to over-analyze and was quite desperate for release.

Being with the Doctor, in terms of adventures, was like playing with fire. Getting too close meant you got burned. But loving him, getting to know him so intimately like this - it felt like the most lovely way to burn to River Song.

She didn't care that they were working up a messy, oily sweat, that the bed audibly creaked and groaned under their conjoined weight, and that they were likely going to have very displeased neighbours in the morning. All River cared about was feeding off of and fueling the passion between them, like a fire that was burning hotter and hotter...

"Mmm--wait, wait," She pulled her lips away from him. "Just...wait," she gasped, gripping at him to pause. "Wait, it's...I just need a... moment.." Not only to breathe, but to let the fire in her loins settle just a bit before it exploded in a climax. She wanted to stoke it just a little longer, let it build up for a larger release for both of them.

She kissed his neck in a little apology for the interlude. "How long've you got in you, one round or two?" She whispered, her body naturally undulating beneath him.

"No, no, s'fine... It's... I haven't hurt you, have I?" He looked concerned, cupping her cheek and searching her face for any hint of a lie if she declined. It hadn't been his intention to by any means and felt rather sick if he had.

And then her next question and he flushed a bit, embarrassed. "Erm..." He couldn't look her in the eye, now realizing what she had been insinuating, "I dunno." In terms of logistics, his refractionary period was different from a human's, shorter, but there were some other circumstances that came into play; it was all complex.

With one firm grip on her hip, he rolled them over, changing positions. Now she could be in control of the timing and how things should play out. There were no complaints from him, definitely not about the view.

"What, no, sweetie!" River replied earnestly, eyes slightly widened that he would consider such a thing. But then, considering he was a younger version, his concern was...actually rather touching. "No, no, you're wonderful, absolutely fantastic," she punctuated each compliment with a kiss, first to his lips and then along his jaw. "I just don't want it to end too soon," she whispered.

She was a little concerned at how embarrassed he suddenly seemed, and she wasn't certain how to respond to his answer.

"Oh!" She chuckled in surprise at the change in their positions, smiling at him. "You spoil me, Doctor," River murmured, leaning in to give him a more tender kiss.

Soon after, she sat up, a wicked little grin on her face. "Now, where were we?" She rested her hands on his chest, beginning to slowly ride him.

[ooc: my tags will be super slow the next few days, I'm traveling in England right now.]

He liked those tender kisses, it made him slow down and recognize his eagerness. She was right, though. He didn't want to end this too quickly; it was too nice, far too nice and had been a long time since he last had sex, not that it really bothered or mattered to him.

He sighed contentedly at the change and adjustment in positions and when River began to move above him. Dark eyes roamed her body, appreciating every curve, every delicious muscle movement as he rubbed her thighs and giving a little affectionate squeeze of encouragement. She was both coy and confident, even in bed, and he loved it.

"Kiss me," He ordered with a hand reached up to her face, coaxing her down to meet him. He had been letting her do all the work these last few strokes, letting her set the rhythm and teasing him with her smile and soft pleased moans before he began meeting her with his own movements. Slow, calculated, timed just perfectly every few thrusts, causing him to moan softly as his arms wrapped around her waist. "Perfect." He muttered softly when the kiss was broken.

[OOC: That's okay! And that's super exciting!]

With him being so thoughtful and accommodating, River found it all too easy to let herself go with him. She could pretend there was no tipsy-topsy universe out there constantly threatening to pull them apart. In here they were just two heated lovers drawn to each other like magnets, passionately colliding.

He was young and frustrating and still had trouble trusting her most days, but he was still every bit the brilliant and kind Doctor she loved. And sexy, she couldn't forget sexy... Yes, she was going to enjoy this. She never knew when it could be her last time with him.

She obeyed his command for a kiss - for a woman so dominant she really did have a soft spot for when he got all strict - and he tasted divine, like time itself dwelled in each cell of his body.

"Always is," she murmured in reply, her mind too dizzy with building pleasure to examine the spoiler-iffic ramifications of that statement. What was it he'd done to her earlier? Her hot breath brushed against his neck again as her lips sought and found his earlobe. She nibbled gently, in a pattern that alternated with her hips rocking against his; periodically her lips let go to wrap around the sound of a low moan or the lusty syllables of his name. "Doctor..."

JUST DO IT.

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