Warning: This does deal with scenes of a sexual nature, but it's not overly explicit.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, it's all the property of Auntie Beeb.
It had been a long day.
No, scratch that, it had been a long three months battling the Silence and now both Amy and Rory were looking forward to relaxing for a few hours. God knows, they deserved it. Escaping to their bedroom, Amy whirled around to face Rory as soon as the door closed behind them, a grin playing on her lips. Without wasting any time, she slid her arms around his neck and drew him into a kiss, thrusting her tongue between his parted lips to which he reciprocated enthusiastically, his hands on her hips.
"Right, then, Stupid Face," Amy breathed heavily as they reluctantly broke apart, her brown eyes shining excitedly as they bored into Rory's, "Clothes off."
Artfully, she slipped her hands from around his neck, down his torso and, with nimble fingers, undid his belt buckle. There was a soft thud as his trousers fell away onto the floor. He worked at her blouse, undoing the buttons one by one, and she shrugged it off so it joined Rory's trousers on the floor. His hands still on her hips, he pulled her towards him gently and put his lips at her jawline, dotting it with kisses, while she slipped her hand under the waistband of his underwear-
Just as the door to their bedroom burst open.
"Oh, my God!" Amy cried, hastily grabbing a pillow from their bunk beds and hugging it close to her exposed chest; Rory let out an unconscious yelp and his hands flew to cover his boxers futilely; the Doctor, however, didn't seem too fazed by the situation, his ecstatic grin still in place.
"Oh, yes, I know, I know, I shouldn't come bursting in," the Doctor rambled from where he stood in the doorway to their bedroom, leaning casually against the door frame, "But how do you fancy going to the Snow Globe? It's a planet that constantly snows. It's like Christmas all the time. Well, without the tree or the presents or Santa Claus, good friend of mine Santa Claus...
"So," the Doctor caught himself and continued, clapping his hands together excitedly, "we should be there in, oh," with a flourish, he checked his watch, "twenty minutes? And do put it on some more clothes, Ponds, it will be cold out."
And with that, he closed the door, leaving Amy and Rory to stare at each other for a few moments, still in shock. As their surprise eventually ebbed away, Rory went to retrieve his trousers from the floor only to have Amy place a restraining hand on his shoulder. He cast her a questioning glance to see her smirking sultrily at him.
"He said we had twenty minutes," she reminded him, with a grin Rory's features mirrored.
"I love you," he breathed, dropping his trousers, as she wound her arms around his neck again and guided him into another kiss.
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