He smiled against her lips. No mater how often he kissed her it still was equal parts exhilarating and nerve wracking. It felt so wrong, yet so perfectly right. He still hadn't figured out how exactly that was possible but - for the moment, at least - he didn't care.

He ran his fingers through her hair, simply enjoying the closeness, the feeling of her pressed against him. He really did love her, even if he hadn't really said the words. She was his Song, after all. His beautiful River Song.