A/N: This is set in the beginning of Time of Angels, in between the "can you sonic me?" scene and the encampment being completely set up by nightfall. As much as I like writing a River-savvy Doctor who can flirt his way out of anything, the flailing 'what-the-hell' version of the Doctor is so cute to work with.
River couldn't help but notice that the Doctor did nothing but stare (although, really, it felt more like ogling) as she tried not to sink into the dirt of the beach on those bloody heels. Her walking was easily comparable to tottering, the damn things were so high. But even as she walked awkwardly across the landscape, she could feel his eyes on her, like they normally were whenever he thought she wouldn't notice. She did of course, only because the TARDIS thought it was hilarious that he was fighting his attraction towards her just like he had been lately and even more hilarious letting River know about it.
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She was still in her dress and heels when the rest of the clerics in Octavian's command starting arriving with the supplies they were going to need to stabilize the wreckage, and the first thing she did was ask the youngest one (Bob, if she remembered clearly) if there was possibly a spare uniform she could wear. The poor boy started stuttering and had trouble keeping his eyes off her cleavage, and she could tell that her not-yet-husband's stare would kill if he had the ability. He had already disappeared into the TARDIS by the time she had gotten the entire uniform, and that's where she headed.
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When she walked in, he turned to greet her, but his greeting turned to a squawk when she unzipped her dress and let it pool on the floor.
"Oh, shush," she said scathingly, kicking off the heels then picking both them and the dress off the floor. She padded bare-footed up to the platform and laid everything across the jump seat while the Doctor alternated between staring incredulously, squeezing his eyes shut, and covering them with a hand. He nearly had an aneurism when she bent over to grab the socks that had slipped off the chair. She thought she heard him mutter something about being illegal so she turned, hands on hips and a cocky little smirk across her face and asked, "What was that?"
"I said," the Doctor almost shouted, not meeting her eyes, "those underthings should be illegal!" The crimson flaring across his cheeks certainly was flattering, even this young he couldn't resist staring at her when she had no clothes on. She liked it much better when the stare was out of love and not frustrated attraction, but he was always so cute when he went baby-faced.
