"GIVE-THEM-BACK!"
Rory jumped violently as the Doctor stormed past him screeching furiously at the top of his lungs. He stood there for a moment, shocked by the fact that the Doctor was completely naked yet still running around the TARDIS. "Er, Doctor-"
"Not now, Rory, your bloody daughter stole all my clothes!"
"Oh... Tell her hi for me," Rory said weakly, stumbling off in the opposite direction, suddenly very much wanting to find his wife to experience something normal. Or as normal as possible. He tried not to think about it much, but 'normal' on the TARDIS was a relative term.
xXx
That woman really was hell in high heels. She was just hell in general, whether she was dressed for dancing, hunting, running or not dressed at all...
He mentally slapped himself, remembering that he was naked, running through the halls of the TARDIS, and it was likely, knowing his luck, that he might run into Amy before he found River. There was the great likeliness that Amy wouldn't take too kindly to finding him naked, aroused and looking for her daughter. He was always trying so hard to keep himself from losing control of his arousal once River got going, and it was getting more difficult as she thought up new ways to tease.
He skidded around a corner and nearly fell on his face. He growled and grabbed at the wall to maintain his balance before bursting into the console room. Flying down the stairs at a dangerous speed, he performed a scan of the TARDIS interior, set to detect two hearts. It immediately picked up him, with his hearts beating a pounding double tattoo against his ribs. The screen whirled through the rooms until it rested on the only other two-hearted being in the ship. He memorized the path he had to take to the room she was in, silently begged Sexy not to move rooms around and took off again, his bare feet slamming loudly against the floor.
xXx
She heard him even before he got close. The fact that he was running made her have to stifle a giggle. She definitely had too much fun with him.
He burst into the room in a furious huff, but his intense glare swiftly turned to surprise, disbelief, and then hungry lust.
"Hello, sweetie," River purred, strutting up to him like an amused cat. She ran a finger tipped blood red down his chest as he took in her mouthwatering outfit. Shimmering black stockings topped in intricate lace, midrise lace panties and dangerous stilettos the same hue as her nails... Braces. Wine red (deeper than the other red) braces were attached to the thin lace panties and were lined up perfectly over her nipples, and as his eyes continued to travel upwards they fell on the satin bowtie around her neck. He poked it with a gulp, hoarsely whispering, "Mine?"
She nodded and smiled sultrily, closing the door and backing him against it.
"Er... R-r-rory says hi..."