The Doctor was more into bowties, suspenders and boots these days. He'd be more into hats, but River hates them all. She wouldn't bat an eye if she had to blow one off his head immediately.
River, on the other hand, delighted in wearing his old clothes.
Whenever the TARDIS didn't need them to save the day on some random planet or some point in the Earth's history, River would find whatever clothes the Doctor didn't burn in his ninth incarnation in the TARDIS' wardrobe and wear whatever she could fit around her body.
At first, the Doctor was amused when River would show up near the TARDIS console wearing his third incarnation's capes and his eighth incarnation's jackets. He began to get concerned when River was sliding the scarves of his fourth and seventh incarnations between her legs.
"River, you naughty, naughty girl, what are you doing to my old clothes?" he asked. "Do you know how long it'll take for me to get everything clean again?"
"Oh, sweetie, I was waiting for you." River smiled.
Fill: Doctor Who, Eleven/River, NC-17
Date: 2012-05-29 03:13 am (UTC)River, on the other hand, delighted in wearing his old clothes.
Whenever the TARDIS didn't need them to save the day on some random planet or some point in the Earth's history, River would find whatever clothes the Doctor didn't burn in his ninth incarnation in the TARDIS' wardrobe and wear whatever she could fit around her body.
At first, the Doctor was amused when River would show up near the TARDIS console wearing his third incarnation's capes and his eighth incarnation's jackets. He began to get concerned when River was sliding the scarves of his fourth and seventh incarnations between her legs.
"River, you naughty, naughty girl, what are you doing to my old clothes?" he asked. "Do you know how long it'll take for me to get everything clean again?"
"Oh, sweetie, I was waiting for you." River smiled.