So I know it has been way too long since I updated and this it isn't much, but I have big plans for the future of this fic! I got overwhelmed with work and school and completely forgot about this story. But now that things are getting back to normal, I have a lot more free time, so I'm going to update a lot more. Also, I'm open to suggestions, if there is anything you would like to see happen, let me know and I'll see if I can work it in. Thanks to everyone who has read what little I have so far, I didn't expect many people to read it. Also, I'm American, so I'm not well versed in English phrases and whatnot so sorry about that.

The Doctor stared at the screen longingly. He had always fancied Rory, subconsciously at first, but it had become more and more clear as the time passed. The more time he spent with Rory the more he seemed to fall in love with him. The Doctor probably would have made a move on Rory long ago if it wasn't for Amy. It wasn't the thing he would normally do with his companions, but Rory was different. The Doctor couldn't remember ever feeling this way about a human. At least not a male. There was just something about those loving brown eyes and the silly little smile that the Doctor just couldn't stop thinking about.

On the screen Rory had put his pants back on and thrown his shirt over his shoulder. He opened the door to the pool room and the door to the console room opened simultaneously. Rory stepped into the room and stopped abruptly, looking extremely confused.

"I was just in the pool room, how did I get in here?"

The Doctor, whose face had gone redder his old pair of trainers, had moved behind the console.

"I don't know, could be a malfunction with the internal structure matrix. Last time that happened, the pool ended up in the library."

Rory started to say something but stopped when he noticed something. The Doctor's hand was stuffed down the front of his trousers.

"Doctor were you? I mean do Time Lords even..."

"Even what?" spluttered the Doctor as he jerked his hand out of his pants and absentmindedly played with a switch on the console. A rack full of rain coats and boots slid in and out of the wall next to the door as the Doctor flipped the switch.

"Nothing it's just," Rory's face a gone pink but he continued, "I mean since it's just me and you in here... Do Time Lords, you know... do it." Rory lowered his eye instinctively to the Doctor's waist as he said this. Maybe he was crazy, but if he could get the Doctor on the subject…

"Well, yeah. I mean we don't just break off a piece of ourselves and grow a new Time Lord."

"I just never really thought about it."

"That's because I'm the last of my kind. There aren't any Time Lords to 'get it on' with," the Doctor look slightly pleased with himself for knowing the term.

"You can't have sex with a human?" Rory's eyes widened slightly and one of his eyebrows arched. "You have got a... penis right."

"'Course I have, eleven isn't just the number of times I've regenerated." He winked.

Rory felt his pants getting tighter. He looked at the Doctor, who now had his thumbs in his suspenders, hips thrust forward slightly. "You're telling me that you're packing eleven inches."

The Doctor grinned. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."