Authors' Note: Hello, again! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: None of the characters are ours, sadly.
Inopportune Moments
Chapter 2: Shower Dance
"River?" called the Doctor, knocking on the bathroom door. "River, dear, are you done?"
There wasn't a response.
"River! If you're just doing this to annoy me, then you won, because I really need to wash the mud out of my hair!" he whined. The planet they'd visited was popular for organisms that thrived in waist-deep mud. Of course the TARDIS knew that, but the Doctor didn't and in the end, well, the TARDIS picked where it wanted to go.
The Doctor crossed his arms petulantly, tapping his hairbrush against his wrist.
River was towelling her hair dry. Well, towelling her hair dry enough so that it didn't create pools of water wherever she stood. "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, damn right, it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours, I could teach you, but I'd have to charge…" she sang to herself. The combination of singing to herself and the towel covering her ears meant that she didn't hear the Doctor knocking or complaining…
"Alright, River, that's it, I'm coming in. My hair is more important than yours!" said the Doctor as he opened the door.
... and was therefore very surprised when he walked into the room.
The Doctor dropped his hairbrush and covered his eyes with his hands. "I'm sorry, I thought, you...uh, you, were...you know, uh, dressed." he said, turning around to leave and bumping into the wall.
He stumbled back and fell over on the bathmat.
River (having dropped her towel by accident when he came in), was laughing at her awkward little Doctor.
She put the towel on and went over. "Sweetie, you can open your eyes, really it's fine."
"Umm, are you wearing a towel...or clothes or...a perception filter?" asked the Doctor, blushing furiously.
River smiled and took one of his hands off his eye. "Look. See? Towel."
Cautiously he took the other hand off his eye.
River picked up his hairbrush and handed it to him. "Go, wash your silly hair. Honestly, for a nine-hundred year old, you act like a toddler."
The Doctor stood awkwardly while she collected up her clothes and left.
Just when he thought that she wasn't going to come back in (so it was safe to get in the shower) she opened the door.
"And, really, sweetie, let's not pretend that you didn't enjoy the view, ok?" she said, winking at him.