A/N: Just a one-shot that popped into my mind today! Hope you like!

He was Ok. Of course he was Ok! He was the king of Ok...

Alright, he wasn't Ok. He was very, very not Ok.

'Keep calm, Doctor,' he told himself, 'She's just a woman... You can handle this...'

"Doctor," River said, "You've been staring at my chest for the past five minutes."

The Doctor's head shot up and he immediately blushed, "I wasn't looking at your... Breasts... I was, um, contemplating the, erm, size of the dress you're wearing. It's very, dressy. And, I-I-I want to know what size it is." the Doctor finished lamely. He blushed even more and straightened his bowtie.

"Oh, I don't mind, Sweetie," River teased leaning over the dinner table, "Look all you like."

The Doctor gulped and looked for some sort of distraction. He had been sure he could take River on a date. That's what couples do, right? Look all couple-y at a table for two... They had kissed, that made them a couple! Maybe. Oh no, did kissing make them a couple? What if they weren't a couple? Should he ask?

"Sweetie," River interrupted his train of thoughts, "We need to talk about something."

Rassilon. Even the Doctor (who was a bit rubbish at these sort of things) knew what 'we need to talk' ment in a relationship.

"Do we really?" he stalled, "Because, I like how things are going! I-I-I mean, if you don't, that's fine! I'm a bit rusty on these sort of things. Should I have bought you flowers? Would that be better? I could have gotten you roses, or, or, or, daisies, um... Tulips! That's it! I'll bring tulips next time."

"I... What?" River asked, "What are you talking about? Did you think I wanted to break up with you?"

"That's what 'we need to talk' means. Usually," the Doctor said, "I mean, I think..."

"My Love," River said reaching across the table to grab his hand (making the Doctor blush all over again), "I'm not breaking up with you," the Doctor breathed a sigh of relief, "I just wanted to talk about your tendency to blush."

"My tendency to what?"

"To blush, Sweetie," River said, "Whenever things get uncomfortable you blush."

"Do not!" the Doctor argued blushing to the tips of his ears.

"Yes you do," River insisted, "and then you straighten your bowtie," as River predicted the bowtie was almost immediately adjusted, "You've got a nervous tick!"

"Do not!" the Doctor defended blushing further.

"You're blushing right now," River pointed out.

"That's because it's, um, hot in here," the Doctor improvised flailing his arms around as he spoke.

"I have that effect sometimes," River flirted.

"River!" the Doctor exclaimed, the blush spreading down his neck.

"That's it," River said, "You need a coach!"

"A coach?" the Doctor asked exasperatedly, "For what?"

"A coach to help you stop blushing," River said, "I'll say a word that makes you uncomfortable, and you have to not blush."

"I don't know if this is the best idea-" the Doctor started to say.

"Strippers taking off all their clothes-" River began to say.

"Stop it!" the Doctor said blushing further.

"This is so easy!" River exclaimed, "Ok, I'll be easier on you," she paused for a minute before saying, "Underwear."

The Doctor bit his lip and tried his best not to reach up and straighten his bowtie.

"Good!" River said, "You still look like a tomato, but the blush didn't get any worse."

"Thanks," the Doctor said sarcastically.

"Nudist beach."

"I've been to the biggest nudist beach in the universe," the Doctor countered willing himself not to blush.

River smiled evilly before going in for the kill. She leaned in over the table and whispered, "You and I having sex on the TARDIS."

"RIVER!" The Doctor exclaimed gaining looks from some of the other restaurant guests trying to enjoy their meal.

River cracked up laughing.

Yep, this was going to be a long dinner...