Doctor Who, "Comfortable" Eleven/Amy
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quirkysmuseFandom: Doctor Who (Series 5)
Title: Comfortable
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Amy/Eleven
Word Count: 295
Spoilers: none.
Warnings: sexual implications.
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Summary: Amy and the Doctor share in a lazy moment.
His head is in her lap, and they’re resting from a long day under the sun in Rio. Amy is still wearing her bikini, but it’s comfortable in the Tardis, and they’ve both found a sofa. With her dozing against the soft, cushy back and his head resting in her lap, his fingers move the pages of her book, a souvenir she found while checking out the local village.
It’s a dull keepsake, she knows, but she couldn’t resist the guide book, or the eager townsperson who sold it to her.
“Rubbish,” he says, and she keeps hearing it; though, he seems enraptured with the book even though the Doctor isn’t agreeing with every little historical fact.
And even though the Doctor is lying in her lap while she still wears her bikini; wonders never cease with him. It must be 900 some years of self-guardedness against scantily clad women.
That is until her eyes open startled, and his fingers are pawing through her red tendrils, wrapping them around his fingers as he inspects and contemplates.
“Have a thing for ginger hair, do ya?” she teases.
“Hrmm,” was the response; he seems all too calm. So does she – lost in their own warm thoughts, caught in a moment when they’re not running for their lives.
“I had another companion with red hair,” he says. He smiles wickedly, remembering. “She would kill me if I tried to lie in her lap.”
“Did she try?” Amy asks. Huh, so he does notice.
“I knew better not to try,” he says with a laugh, and Amy realizes what this is – what they are. It’s not guardedness the Doctor shows her.
No, he’s comfortable with her, as if she were a significant part of him, like his Tardis, or even like his bow tie.
END
Title: Comfortable
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Amy/Eleven
Word Count: 295
Spoilers: none.
Warnings: sexual implications.
Notes: Written for the "Token" theme for
fanfic_bakeoff.Summary: Amy and the Doctor share in a lazy moment.
His head is in her lap, and they’re resting from a long day under the sun in Rio. Amy is still wearing her bikini, but it’s comfortable in the Tardis, and they’ve both found a sofa. With her dozing against the soft, cushy back and his head resting in her lap, his fingers move the pages of her book, a souvenir she found while checking out the local village.
It’s a dull keepsake, she knows, but she couldn’t resist the guide book, or the eager townsperson who sold it to her.
“Rubbish,” he says, and she keeps hearing it; though, he seems enraptured with the book even though the Doctor isn’t agreeing with every little historical fact.
And even though the Doctor is lying in her lap while she still wears her bikini; wonders never cease with him. It must be 900 some years of self-guardedness against scantily clad women.
That is until her eyes open startled, and his fingers are pawing through her red tendrils, wrapping them around his fingers as he inspects and contemplates.
“Have a thing for ginger hair, do ya?” she teases.
“Hrmm,” was the response; he seems all too calm. So does she – lost in their own warm thoughts, caught in a moment when they’re not running for their lives.
“I had another companion with red hair,” he says. He smiles wickedly, remembering. “She would kill me if I tried to lie in her lap.”
“Did she try?” Amy asks. Huh, so he does notice.
“I knew better not to try,” he says with a laugh, and Amy realizes what this is – what they are. It’s not guardedness the Doctor shows her.
No, he’s comfortable with her, as if she were a significant part of him, like his Tardis, or even like his bow tie.
END
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