02. Orange
Tic, tic, tic.
She just showed up outside the TARDIS, yelled at him for being late or something, and then she went straight to the console room to sit on the armchair. His armchair.
Tic, tic, tic.
She had a pair of jeans cut on the knees, a red loosen shirt and a pair of gym shoes at her feet.
'Every time we meet, she's so different', thought the Doctor.
Tic, tic, tic.
But the thing he noticed straight away were her nails. Bright orange.
Tic, tic, tic.
Not so long nails that she was using to tap on the console right now. And he was starting to find this really annoying.
"River".
She continued the tapping as she stared at him.
"Your nails".
"What?".
"Stop it!".
She rolled her eyes and did as he asked.
"What's wrong with them, anyway?".
She raised her eyebrows.
"They're just painted, Doctor. It's my nail polish".
"Yeah, but why? Why orange? Why not… blue? TARDIS blue, maybe?".
"I like orange", she answered with a malicious smile. "Do you know what this colour does?".
She walked to him. Every step toward his frozen body made him shiver with anticipation.
When she reached him, she started to caress his face with her nails.
"It makes you happy and warm". She tickled his mouth.
"It gives you energy". Orange on his bow tie, now.
"It gives you… desire", she whispered. How the hell did her nails went on his chest?
"It's the perception of the emotions from a physical point of view". Her hand went dangerously down on his stomach.
"It frees you from inhibitions".
'It does a lot of things', wanted to say the Doctor, just for the sake of saying anything. He was trying to focus on words and thoughts, but all he could do was emitting a disconnected group of sounds.
"I figured it might be", murmured River.
And, with a flash of orange, she left him there, confused and unsatisfied, and with a big problem on the way.