N e w: Y o r k

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Who: River and York
What: Lovely day
When: 20th Afternoon
Where: Starts out York's house.
Rating: Cute?

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River grimaced and was soon shifting in place, awkwardly. Families were tricky business, and she was beginning to get the feeling York would be both welcomed and threatened with death. Especially from the part of her family that lived in the mansion. River winced at how the Doctor would take this news.

Of course, York was eager, but River held up a hand in pause, pressing the flat of it against his chest. "I ought...talk to him. First." Prepare him, more like.

She was also curious how Delta would react to being inside the TARDIS.

He'd reacted well to the music and the familiar wavelengths she'd attempted projecting towards Epsilon. That made her frown, remembering something. "You -- When she was screaming. Delta translated. What was the language?" Perhaps if she could learn to imitate it, the next time, Delta wouldn't be necessary. And York wouldn't bleed.

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"You can talk to him first, you can take all the time you need. You don't have to explain yourself if you don't want to.. we can just be friends. We are just friends." Though York clearly wanted more, he wasn't going to push, and he wasn't going to ask. He'd only known her a month, maybe a little more. And that was moving much too fast.

"Delta.. I.." He glanced aside, then back at her. "I don't know." It was very rare that there was something he didn't know, when concerning Delta. Furthmore, "Delta can't put a name on it, either." It was rarer still when Delta couldn't pinpoint it.

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River smiled a little, and carefully leaned forward to put her weight against York, sliding her arms up about his neck in a hug. York wanted it to be more and -- and so did she, right? There was of course the problem of River not knowing exactly what "more" meant. She understood romance on such an elementary level.

'I don't know.'

His answer made her pull away, frowning a little with her head tilted sideways. "You don't -- Delta doesn't know?" Even more confusing. She pulled her hand away to bite nervously at her fingertips. "Can he teach me?"

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"It's not really a language. I can't.. explain it very well. And it doesn't have a name. D's having some trouble with it too, he wants me to explain it using a math problem but I think my brain's been through enough trauma today, we can give it a break." He was joking, clearly, and offered her a little smile.

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"Math problems I understand!" Her breath hitched a little at that smile, and she pulled in her lips between her teeth before returning it. Even after a month. Even after crying and bleeding out the nose and ears and talking about burning the bodies of colleagues...York's smile still made her swoon.

River lifted her hand to his chin, brushing the backs of fingers over it lightly.

"Still my handsome man..."

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Oh, River. "I'm going to kiss you again." Quietly announced. "This time.. I'm going to use my tongue, okay?" Since he was going to do it, he thought it was best to tell her, so that she didn't worry, or get concerned, or.. freak out. He'd begun to put two and two together when it concerned River. And he didn't mind it one bit.

"And then I'll explain the math problem to you. But Delta wants to be here next time you talk to her. He needs her." She was a part of him. He was a part of her. They were both parts of Church.

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She nodded once or twice, biting at her lips again, curiously. Her hand still moved lightly over his jaw, curiously thumbing up the length of it. It was a good idea to explain, probably, as River was...

Well.

Kind of a spaz, sometimes.

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York smiled just a little and leaned in, touching his fingers gently under her chin to lift her mouth up some, and he brought his in to meet hers, fingers falling away only then. And after a second of their mouths resting together, he parted his lips slightly and touched his tongue to hers, gently at first. Then he was being a little more insistent, to encourage her mouth to open. If he managed to do so, he pressed himself a little closer, smoothing that hand around her waist to tug her nearer to his body, as he tilted his head to the side so he could press his tongue carefully into her mouth

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New. Again. River had the bit about closing her eyes settled, nervous hands fluttering for a moment but finally finding place along York's shoulders. And then neck. And then she was letting him lead her, each motion at first tentative before she felt bold enough to return his kisses. A slight part in her lips inviting him closer, pink of her tongue pressing against his.

As her hands worked up into York's hair, she noticed Delta had gone rather quiet -- which seemed about right. If unlikely.

When he pulled back, it seemed to be over too quickly and River took an extra second to open her eyes, grinning a bit shyly to mirror his smile. A moment later, she looked down, cheeks flushed a bit with breathless glee.

"I -- um."

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"Me too." He grinned slowly and leaned in for another brief, chaste kiss against her mouth. "So that was a different type of kissing." Slowly, his eyebrows went up. And clearly, she hadn't really known what was happening -- she was letting him guide her. So he wasn't sure exactly what she'd know... but was guessing that it wasn't much.

"You know about sex, don't you? The mechanics of it? Or do you not?" Because he was ready to have this talk with her, if she didn't. He'd had the talk on Onyx, from their drill instructors.

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River smiled again at the unexpected kiss. He tasted nice, she thought. Otherwise, her heart still pounded out a quick, erratic beat while her head stayed a bit...spinny. Fingertips tingling. York's questions took a decent while to make their way through the soup.

"No, I -- Kaylee explained." But sex was something far more complicated. From what she'd...seen...the concept of it stuck thickly against her skin in a blinding veil. She hadn't liked the way it clouded her. River drew her hands away, running them through a lone tangle of her hair as she played at the ends. There was fear there of heady emotions in an oversensitive mind; River didn't think the Academy had programmed those damaged nerve clusters in her head for sex when kissing brought such a rush.

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"Maybe my explanation will be a little different? Or do you not want to talk about it?" He lifted his hand to push it back through her hair, drawing the dark strands over her shoulder to push her hair to lay along her back. His other hand lifted to nudge her chin up, so she'd have to look at him.

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"I -- it's -- "

River licked at her lips, trying to look anywhere but his eyes. How could she explain it to him in a way they could both understand? Comprehension was impossible. "My head -- it -- there's things that are wrong. Missing. Makes it so I see everything and...and feel too much. Too soon. Too much." Her hands clasped together over his one and she finally looked.

"You want me how I am? Sure you don't mind the broken bits?"

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"I want you just how you are. I've got broken bits too. D's the only thing that keeps me from being a total headcase.. because believe me, that's exact what I am." He smiled some and leaned forward, gently pushing her so she'd end up on her back on the bed, next to that egg. Then he slowly settled his body down on hers, but so they weren't lined up. He hadn't scooted forward, so he was resting his thighs and abdomen along her legs (though he nudged them to spread some, so he'd be mostly on the bed), and his chest was on her hips, and his shoulders and head came to rest about level with her abdomen. He had his arms resting on either side of her stomach, elbows down on the bed to keep his chest mostly off of her. Supporting his own weight-- because the tall, muscular man was not light.

"I like your broken bits. I like your personality. And I think you're quite pretty."

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She looked down, letting York move her and tracing a curious hand through his hair when he settled. "And you as well."

Two broken bits made a whole, yes? Mathematically correct. Biting at her lower lip a little, River shot him a nearly scolding look, but it was all in jest. "You promised me equations."

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"Equations." Agreed with a slow smile. And he was shifting some and laying his head down on her abdomen, so his chin rested there and he could still mostly look up at her. "Alright, if you insist." And with that, he was pushing up onto his elbows again (he hadn't stayed still very long!) and was shifting his weight onto one arm so he could lift a hand and begin writing it out in the air. Backwards. As his finger moved through the air, green numbers began to appear, following the path of his finger, and then moving along to the side and falling into line. Delta was helping him. And about five minutes later, he'd be done writing it out and he'd give the lined up letters a little flick with his finger, and they all spun around, then lined themselves up properly into an equation, then turned to face River head-on, so that she could read the floating numbers and symbols.

Then York was putting his head down again. He'd give her some time to read it.