River sighed and lowered her head into her lover's shoulder. Sometimes, running didn't quite appeal as much as a good cuddle did.

The Doctor draped an arm around her, pulling her in close as they viewed the stars.

It was absolutely breath-taking, and though he could've done it by himself whenever he wanted, somehow it felt right when it was with River.

River. She was so complicated and simple at the same time. She was meant to kill him, and did. But then, just because he had told her he loved River Song, she used her lives to bring him back.

That wasn't it, though. She had no idea if that would've killed her not. It could have, in all honesty. She didn't just give him her lives, she gave him everything she was. She could've easily been killed by transferring the energy. She did it anyway.

If that didn't speak volumes about the way a person felt about you, he didn't know what did. He was still wrapping his thoughts around this amazing woman. He loved her, sure. He always would. But there were so many questions. How long would it be before he saw her for the last time? How old was she when she gave up her life for him? Did she ever wish for a normal life, where they stayed somewhere with kids and a house and did domestic things?

River squeezed his hand as though she could read his thoughts. Which, she might have been. "I wouldn't change a single thing we have." She murmured softly.

He closed his eyes and buried his nose in her hair. "I know I don't say it as often as I should, but I really do love you." He said quietly.

River didn't reply for a while. He thought for a moment she hadn't heard him, when she replied. "I know, my love."

"And I just want you to know that I've always liked you. Whenever you meet a younger me that's doing something stupid or talking to you like he's high and mighty above you, remember that. And you have my full permission to slap me, even if I don't know who you are."

River gave a low chuckle. "Okay."

They sat for a while, gazing at the universe's wonders.

The Oncoming Storm and his River Song. Maybe not always together, but always knowing and trusting that somewhere out there, they were loved by someone.