ext_25002: The TARDIS on the Plass, in front of the Millennium Centre (FIREFLY*R: Cloudless climes and starry s)
"Have you ever belonged to someone?" River's fingertips trail over her arm, and she shivers. Only River ever does that to her.

"I belong to myself," she says, a little defensively, and isn't sure why. It was an innocent enough question, at least from River. "Not to anyone else."

River shifts to roll over, so she's straddling Saffron's hips, slender, graceful hands twining around Saffron's wrists to pin them to the bed. She's beautiful, all shadows and light, from pale skin to dark hair and eyes like the black, endless. "Never? To anyone at all?"

Saffron clenches her jaw, wondering if she should pull her hands away, push River off, or try to. She knows River would win. "No."

"Good," River says, and presses an almost chaste kiss to her lips. "Then I'll be the first."

The kiss becomes a little less chaste, and Saffron would pull back to protest – but then she realizes she's even thinking of herself as Saffron, because River likes the name, so that's who she is.
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

rat_jam: (Default)
The 2007 Muskrat L-Jamboree!

April 2017

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
910111213 1415
16171819202122
23242526272829
30      

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 6th, 2025 02:02 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios