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who_contestTitle: Tell
Rating: PG13-ish? I'm bad at this
Genre: gen
Word Count: 400
Pairings or Characters: Amy/Rory mentioned, other UST, nothing explicit
Warnings: None, really. Warnings for diabetics? Is that a thing?
Summary: Amy can tell when something's up.
Basically, rewatched Vampires in Venice, and my brain gave me this.....please tell me I'm not the only one who thought of it?
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Amy can usually tell when something’s up with her boys. This time though, she was certain there was something she wasn’t quite seeing.
First, there was the encounter last week on Glucose 3. With the....goo.
"Silly Glucosians!" the Doctor had delighted as the three traipsed back into the TARDIS covered in the white, frothy mixture. “No idea that we haven't enough soluble sugar in our epidermal layer to be stopped by their crowd control formula. Oh, well, lucky for us, say Ponds?" He reached out a finger and swiped some of the substance from Rory's cheek before sticking it in his mouth and savoring the sweetness, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Tastes just like buttercream! Ha!”
Continuing to lick his hand clean with a silly grin, the Doctor had spun back to the console. Only Amy saw Rory collapse into the jump seat looking a little dazed.
Concerned, she took Rory straight to their room. He obviously needed some rest, and she suspected it might be better to not be near the Doctor when the sugar rush hit his system.
Then today, Rory had surprised her with a homemade cupcake for her birthday. No sooner had she blown out the candle, when the Doctor flitted in and grinned, arms flailing in excitement.
"Blue icing! My favorite," he gleefully grabbed the treat and had already stuck his tongue out to lick the top before Amy could launch a protest.
"Hey! That's just rude,” she mumbled, lightly smacking his hand. “Don't you have enough birthdays of your own?"
The Doctor at least had the good grace to look guilty as he handed back the pastry, now with half the amount of icing it had started with. At least another quarter of it was still on the side of his mouth. He stuck out his unnaturally long tongue as far as it would go to catch the remains.
"I…It's okay. I mean, I... hmmm...” Rory stammered. “I...made more.” He finally finished, eyes bulging and cheeks looking rather red as he ducked his face and rapidly retreated for the kitchen.
That night, Amy had finally decided to ask what was going on. Then Rory entered with what was left of the blue icing, a bowtie, and a devious smirk.
Something was up. Now she was sure of it.
But....her questions could definitely wait till morning.
Rating: PG13-ish? I'm bad at this
Genre: gen
Word Count: 400
Pairings or Characters: Amy/Rory mentioned, other UST, nothing explicit
Warnings: None, really. Warnings for diabetics? Is that a thing?
Summary: Amy can tell when something's up.
Basically, rewatched Vampires in Venice, and my brain gave me this.....please tell me I'm not the only one who thought of it?
~~~~~
Amy can usually tell when something’s up with her boys. This time though, she was certain there was something she wasn’t quite seeing.
First, there was the encounter last week on Glucose 3. With the....goo.
"Silly Glucosians!" the Doctor had delighted as the three traipsed back into the TARDIS covered in the white, frothy mixture. “No idea that we haven't enough soluble sugar in our epidermal layer to be stopped by their crowd control formula. Oh, well, lucky for us, say Ponds?" He reached out a finger and swiped some of the substance from Rory's cheek before sticking it in his mouth and savoring the sweetness, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Tastes just like buttercream! Ha!”
Continuing to lick his hand clean with a silly grin, the Doctor had spun back to the console. Only Amy saw Rory collapse into the jump seat looking a little dazed.
Concerned, she took Rory straight to their room. He obviously needed some rest, and she suspected it might be better to not be near the Doctor when the sugar rush hit his system.
Then today, Rory had surprised her with a homemade cupcake for her birthday. No sooner had she blown out the candle, when the Doctor flitted in and grinned, arms flailing in excitement.
"Blue icing! My favorite," he gleefully grabbed the treat and had already stuck his tongue out to lick the top before Amy could launch a protest.
"Hey! That's just rude,” she mumbled, lightly smacking his hand. “Don't you have enough birthdays of your own?"
The Doctor at least had the good grace to look guilty as he handed back the pastry, now with half the amount of icing it had started with. At least another quarter of it was still on the side of his mouth. He stuck out his unnaturally long tongue as far as it would go to catch the remains.
"I…It's okay. I mean, I... hmmm...” Rory stammered. “I...made more.” He finally finished, eyes bulging and cheeks looking rather red as he ducked his face and rapidly retreated for the kitchen.
That night, Amy had finally decided to ask what was going on. Then Rory entered with what was left of the blue icing, a bowtie, and a devious smirk.
Something was up. Now she was sure of it.
But....her questions could definitely wait till morning.
