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Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know.

[lyssie]

Compliments. They're not the sort of thing he does. Not and mean it well, like that. But he can't quite help himself, when he sees her again.

They're dangling from a cliff by an umbrella (hers, though she claims she might've borrowed it), and he blurts out, "Your eyes. They're lovely, like--"

"Can we save the chatter for later?" She's all business, though those eyes are twinkling in amusement at him (which he doesn't quite guess how they do that, but he accepts it anyway--they're just eyes, he wants to tell himself).

"Yeah--if we just--"

They get off the cliff by dint of an anti-gravity disc she just happened to have lying around.

He doesn't remember about the eyes, though, not until she's gone again. He makes a note in his mental diary (not quite the same as his long-abused nine-hundred-year-old one where he shaves off a decade or two quite often), that she might like another. At some point.

-=-

It confuses him that he wants to compliment her (though she complements him with her easy knowledge of his TARDIS and also teases him about his hair; he's never letting Amy near that control again, it took four washes and a large bucket of absinthe to wash the purple out), but can't quite manage to work up the sincerity.

"Your hands, they're so... hand-like."

The look she gives him tells him he's gotten it worse, not better.

"And I really like that you didn't shoot anyone."

"This time," she suggests, her lips twisted in that amusement that sometimes scares him (he knows her end, but does she know his?)

-=-

"That dress looks lovely, and so do you."

He's managed it, this time. She smiles and twirls, the skirts belling out, "Thank you. Shall we?"

It's not dancing, not really. They're stealing the crown jewels from a planet that he muffed the pronunciation on when she appeared (and he's certain he'll never live that down). Not for a lark, of course (he's too old for things like that. Probably). The main crystal happens to belong to a doomsday weapon that he sort of forgot he meant to get rid of until now.

"I hope you're Argrgxian is better than your Latin," she mutters to him just before the alarms start blaring.

"My Latin," he objects, grabbing her hand and running for the secret passageway that he knew just had to be there, "is perfect."

"That's not what--"

Whomever she was going to use as a quote against him gets lost as someone fires a gun at them and he has to fiddle with the panel, muttering about humans and their ever-changing syntax.

-=-

Giving up isn't his style, but it rather feels as if there's no point to it. The perfect compliment isn't going to, well, he's not sure what he really wants it to do. Not yet, at least.

"Doctor," says River, during the hi-jacking of the Marie Celeste III. "I've always wondered if this was you."

"Many things are me," he tries for mysterious.

She laughs, reaching out to catch his hand preparatory to running for their lives. "That's what you like to think."

Which gives him pause, though he doesn't stop running. Somewhere ahead, Amy is gesturing with a large white stick that might be chalk. He's not sure he wants to know where she got it or what use she's put it to. "All right, so some of them could be you," he suggests.

River's grin encompasses the whole of the universe. "Now there's a rare compliment."

The moment is ruined, of course, as Amy yells at them to get down too late to stop the pudding squirting from the vent they're passing. He wipes the muck from his eyes and finds River tasting hers.

"I've always liked chocolate."

He should keep that in mind. Human women like things like flowers and chocolates, don't they? He could ask Amy, but he'd never hear the end of that, either.

-f-

Re: Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know.

[marketchippie]

"Your hands, they're so... hand-like."

The look she gives him tells him he's gotten it worse, not better.

"And I really like that you didn't shoot anyone."

HEE. ♥

This is a delight. Thank you! (I thoroughly look forward to shipping them on the show: I love flustered!Doctor.)

Re: Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know.

[lyssie]

Whoot! Thank you =D

Re: Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know.

[laeria]

Oh, hee. He's such a perfect dork. And you've captured River perfectly, simultaneously sensuous and no-nonsense. Lovely!

Re: Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know.

[lyssie]

Aww. Thank you! =D

Re: Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know.

[emmiere]

Bwah, this is awesome. I love it that River keeps him so off balance and yet he still can't help himself. <3

Re: Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know.

[lyssie]

Thank you. I love that exact thing about River ;D (er, and about the Doctor, too, with his inability to help himself)

Re: Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know.

[novembersmith]

"All right, so some of them could be you," he suggests.

MAYBE A FEW, DO YOU THINK. &River Song; This was just perfectly in-character and perfectly adorable -- flustered!Doctor trying to impress River Song and failing, I love it. And aaaaaahahahaha:

He could ask Amy, but he'd never hear the end of that, either.

TRUEST OF STORIES. If Amy had caught him attempting compliments, she'd have fallen over laughing.

Re: Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know.

[lyssie]

RIVER DID MANY THINGS IN HISTORY. Sometimes, history even recorded them. Also, she nudged people, too. Probably. ;D

Thank you!