Florana

It's a tropical paradise, for one gangly Time Lord, and one seductive assassin.


The Doctor did a cannonball in his bright yellow rubber ducky swim trunks.

"Geronimo!" he yelled, as he jumped off the cliff and held his nose. He hit the water with an almighty splash, River winced, only her Sweetie could do a cannonball and end with a belly flop.

He surfaced, face red. "Ouch!"

She swam over in the crystal clear water. They were visiting Florana, a little forgotten grotto that they had discovered on one of their honeymoons. Lush foliage draped down around the pool, a slow, sliding waterfall hid a small cave that offered privacy.

She rubbed his reddened stomach. His muscles twitched at her touch. She grinned. "Next time, Sweetie, keep your legs tucked."

He treaded water, somehow managing to throw his arms up, nearly swamping her with a wave. "Where's the fun in that? I want to be expansive!" He splayed his arms and legs out, and promptly sank.

She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back up. He bubbled all the way, and just stared at her.

She kissed him on his pursed lips. "Honey, no one is more expansive than you. But you still have to tread water."

She batted her soaked, spikey eyelashes at him, and he grinned. He swept her up in his long arms and somehow managed to waltz her around in the water, even without their feet touching bottom.

He looked down through the water, the sand here was pure ivory white, all the way to the ground. He looked over at the narrow beach. "How do you feel about the idea of a sand massage?"

Warm white sand, hot, nearly naked husband, and a tropical paradise? She grinned a totally lascivious grin at him.

"As the Daleks would say, honey, 'Exfoliate, Exfoliate!'"