AN: I know I should be working on my challenge series, but while I was working on the next in the list, I got this in my head, and I couldn't get it out, so enjoy. There will be 55 total things, but maybe not chapters.

I OWN NOTHING. NOT DOCTOR WHO, NOT ANYTHING. NO SONGS NEITHER!


She Flirts and Gets Jealous:

River Song is a flirt.

Always had been, always would be. It's part of who she is. And he wouldn't have her any other way. But sometimes, he went absolutely insane because of it. Whether because of her flirting, or because someone else was flirting with her.

She was a natural flirt, with a very 51st century mindset, and a natural beauty that people gravitated too without realizing it. Including him. But he knew the affect she had on him, and she knew it too. It was written in every move she made or thing she did.

The tilt of her head and the curve of her lips as she looked him up and down. The way she twisted a curl in her fingers as she bit her lip. The way she swung her hips, or batted her eyes, or giggled, or the way she spoke to him with a purr in her voice, or a husky note that drove him crazy. The way she tossed out innuendos with a careless 'spoilers', just to make his blood boil. The way she blew him a kiss after painting her lips red, or teasingly undid his bowtie and slid it from his neck, only to turn and walk away. Or got so close to him that the only thing not touching were their lips before she pulled away.

Yet, whether she was being coy, understated, or subtle, or brash, overt, or outright, she was never less than a lady in her flirtations.

She never rubbed herself against him or dressed like a harlot, or acted lewd and crude. Rather, she made a point to comport herself with a maddening decorum, when all he wanted was his wife in his arms. And to dress in a way that emphasized her body, while covering it decently, showing her beauty and her flair, and her natural curves in an elegant way.

Though that was sometimes a problem.

When people saw her, and how beautiful she was, they automatically tried to flirt with her, no matter the species, or the gender most times. They flirted with her, and she'd absently flirt back, no meaning behind it, but it still made him jealous. Or, what truly raised his ire, they'd be flirting, and she would refuse, turn them away, threaten them, and they would still try and force themselves on her, making sexual overtures that had her fingering whatever weapon she was carrying, seriously considering using it. They were the ones who found themselves on the other end of his rather impressive right hook, or worse if needed. And then she would smile at him warmly, and say, 'My Hero', and kiss him quick, in a clear show of the fact that she was his, and he was hers.

But then there were the times when her feminine wiles and allure got them out of an otherwise sticky situation. He hated those even worse... Not that he was the jealous type! Not at all! No, that was all River!

If another person tried flirting with him, or even looking at him, she would make sure to stake her claim in the most blatant, obvious way she could... not that he didn't, but that was... different.

If she was holding his hand or arm, her grip would tighten, sometimes to the point of pain, with her nails digging into his flesh. Her eyes would narrow minutely, and she would begin flirting in a way she didn't usually. This flirting walked the fine between River and Captain Jack Harkness. Whenever someone triggered this response, they usually got the hint and disappeared, then leaving River to pull him in for a searing kiss, that he knew everyone saw.

And no, he never responded that way.

And no, neither of them allowed the flirting for such a response.

And no, River and Jack had never met with him in the immediate vicinity, they were lying, those pictures were fakes, and they were just EVIL!


AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.