That Girl Is a Genius [Part One]
Played with rory_pond.
Characters: Amy and Rory
Content: Pre-Eleventh Hour. Amy is in a jam and who is there to save her but Rory. And how does Amy repay him? By trying to snog him.
Warnings: None.
Rory blinked, taking a deep breath. That didn’t look good - the body language alone was making him look for something to hide behind, and the flash of red hair at the focus was horribly familiar. It seemed to be a crowd surrounding a brewing cat fight. Sighing, Rory headed in the direction of the argument.
Standing in the middle of it was a redheaded girl, staring up at a very angry looking blond. “No, I did not do anything with your boyfriend!” Amy yelled back at the girl, standing up to her, despite the height difference.
By now an audience had gathered, waiting to see what Amelia Pond had done. No one truly believed what she said, but that didn’t stop the determined redhead.
“I suggest you back the hell away from me if you knew what was good for you.” Amy countered back, still enraged.
Rory pushed his way to the edge and concealed a wince. There was going to be blood shed in a minute if this was allowed to continue. He could do without Michelle (even if the hockey team couldn’t), but Amy was already in a lot of trouble. Pitching his voice to his most neutral he addressed Michelle. “What’s going on here?”
“Your girlfriend--” Michelle started to say before being interrupted by Amy.
“He is not my boyfriend.” She said looking from Rory to Michelle. At least she was most certainly wrong about that.
“Amy Pond totally did it with Kurt.” Amy had to pause to remember who Kurt was. Right, her boyfriend. Friday night. That’s what she was being accused of.
“I did no such thing.” Partially true as it was, Amy only managed to make out with him. Nothing more. She stared at the blond and looked over at Rory. “Really, I didn’t.”
Rory glanced at her. Amy was a good and habitual liar. But he knew enough of her tells by now that he knew she wasn’t lying this time. “When is this supposed to have happened?” Rory’s tone was curious. And implicitly denying it happened.
“Friday night.” Michelle glared at Rory. “[Club name?] They made out then he took her home.”
A flicker of relief washed over Amy’s face. If Rory believed her, then she really didn’t care. Though why she suddenly cared about Rory believing her was beyond her. “He did not take me home. To his or mine or any other. Nothing happened!” Amy was quite exasperated by this point. An entire day of the school and everyone else in Leadworth thinking she made it with some guy, and Amy was about to punch a bitch.
“And you had me up at seven on Saturday to try poledancing.” Rory’s tone was exasperated. It wasn’t true, but would end this argument. Actually that Saturday had been fairly mundane - the poledancing was a couple of months ago now.
“She what?” Michelle was clearly struggling to keep a straight face.
“You think she’d have made me poledance if she’d been to bed with Kurt on Friday?” Rory’s tone was dry - but deliberately reinforcing the image. He didn’t lie very much at all. But had seen Amy enough times to know what a good one would be, and a (deserved) reputation for truthfulness went a wrong way.
Michelle laughed. “No.”
“Then I think you owe Kurt an apology?” Kurt, meanwhile, had shoulders shaking with the effort to not laugh at the image. Rory seemed unruffled.
Amy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at the fact that he actually mentioned that. “I should add that he’s quite good at it.” She said, trying to stick up for Rory. Though it probably didn’t help at all, the fact that Rory was good at poledancing.
She took him by the arm, and turned to leave, smirking at Michelle and Kurt. Really, he wasn’t a bad kisser, but after that fiasco, see if she’d kiss him again. She led Rory to a side street, still hyped up from the almost confrontation she had just had.
“You were brilliant.” Amy said as she pushed him up against an old building, fully intent on paying him back for his kindness.
Rory groaned as he saw what was coming. “Amy...” He gripped her by the shoulders, looking at her. “Please...” His eyes were vulnerable.
Since when did Rory asking her to stop ever actually work? Nope, didn’t work in the past and it was not going to work now. She grinned up at him, ignoring the fact that he had her by the shoulders and attempted to kiss him.
Rory held her away. “Please. Don’t. Unless you mean to go out with me.” His body showed that he wanted her - and that she’d be able to force past his objections if she wanted to. But his eyes showed that although he was hers for the taking he’d be hurt if he was taken and then discarded.
That look made her stop. If it was anyone else, she really wouldn’t have cared to stop, but Rory was somehow different. “Since when do you not want to kiss me.” Amy made a joke out of it, trying to test his level of seriousness. Was this something he truly wanted or was it something she couldn’t even fathom? Rory did not play the same kinds of games she did, so nothing else was realistically possible.
“Are you asking me out, Rory Williams?” She smiled despite herself.
Rory took a breath, starting to compose his thoughts. But no need - she’d cut to the heart of it where he’d have beaten around the bush. “I am, Amy Pond.” He bit his lip, looking slightly scared.
She thought it over for all of two seconds before she shrugged. “Sure, if it means I get to kiss you, why the hell not?” Amy said.
She probably should have taken it more serious than she was, but Amy wasn’t one to really think about things. This was something she wanted right now. Rory’s friendship meant a lot to her, one of the few things that did. Besides, she never had to bite him, he was always there despite what came out of her mouth.
This time she leaned in to kiss him, hoping there wasn’t any restraint.
Rory hadn’t expected a serious answer from Amy (he knew her far too well for that) - but the yes was a definite yes. That was enough for him. And there really wasn’t any restraint - Rory’s arms slipped round her drawing her closer, and his mouth was inviting as his tongue pressed against hers moaned into her mouth.
Well that was expected. Amy would be downright surprised if Rory had done anything different. She smiled into the kiss, being pulled in closer to him. Kissing him was a lot more fun if she attacked him, but this welcoming was better.
Amy paused and separated from him for a second. “You know, you’re a lot better at kissing than Kurt is.” She said, playfully.
Characters: Amy and Rory
Content: Pre-Eleventh Hour. Amy is in a jam and who is there to save her but Rory. And how does Amy repay him? By trying to snog him.
Warnings: None.
Rory blinked, taking a deep breath. That didn’t look good - the body language alone was making him look for something to hide behind, and the flash of red hair at the focus was horribly familiar. It seemed to be a crowd surrounding a brewing cat fight. Sighing, Rory headed in the direction of the argument.
Standing in the middle of it was a redheaded girl, staring up at a very angry looking blond. “No, I did not do anything with your boyfriend!” Amy yelled back at the girl, standing up to her, despite the height difference.
By now an audience had gathered, waiting to see what Amelia Pond had done. No one truly believed what she said, but that didn’t stop the determined redhead.
“I suggest you back the hell away from me if you knew what was good for you.” Amy countered back, still enraged.
Rory pushed his way to the edge and concealed a wince. There was going to be blood shed in a minute if this was allowed to continue. He could do without Michelle (even if the hockey team couldn’t), but Amy was already in a lot of trouble. Pitching his voice to his most neutral he addressed Michelle. “What’s going on here?”
“Your girlfriend--” Michelle started to say before being interrupted by Amy.
“He is not my boyfriend.” She said looking from Rory to Michelle. At least she was most certainly wrong about that.
“Amy Pond totally did it with Kurt.” Amy had to pause to remember who Kurt was. Right, her boyfriend. Friday night. That’s what she was being accused of.
“I did no such thing.” Partially true as it was, Amy only managed to make out with him. Nothing more. She stared at the blond and looked over at Rory. “Really, I didn’t.”
Rory glanced at her. Amy was a good and habitual liar. But he knew enough of her tells by now that he knew she wasn’t lying this time. “When is this supposed to have happened?” Rory’s tone was curious. And implicitly denying it happened.
“Friday night.” Michelle glared at Rory. “[Club name?] They made out then he took her home.”
A flicker of relief washed over Amy’s face. If Rory believed her, then she really didn’t care. Though why she suddenly cared about Rory believing her was beyond her. “He did not take me home. To his or mine or any other. Nothing happened!” Amy was quite exasperated by this point. An entire day of the school and everyone else in Leadworth thinking she made it with some guy, and Amy was about to punch a bitch.
“And you had me up at seven on Saturday to try poledancing.” Rory’s tone was exasperated. It wasn’t true, but would end this argument. Actually that Saturday had been fairly mundane - the poledancing was a couple of months ago now.
“She what?” Michelle was clearly struggling to keep a straight face.
“You think she’d have made me poledance if she’d been to bed with Kurt on Friday?” Rory’s tone was dry - but deliberately reinforcing the image. He didn’t lie very much at all. But had seen Amy enough times to know what a good one would be, and a (deserved) reputation for truthfulness went a wrong way.
Michelle laughed. “No.”
“Then I think you owe Kurt an apology?” Kurt, meanwhile, had shoulders shaking with the effort to not laugh at the image. Rory seemed unruffled.
Amy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at the fact that he actually mentioned that. “I should add that he’s quite good at it.” She said, trying to stick up for Rory. Though it probably didn’t help at all, the fact that Rory was good at poledancing.
She took him by the arm, and turned to leave, smirking at Michelle and Kurt. Really, he wasn’t a bad kisser, but after that fiasco, see if she’d kiss him again. She led Rory to a side street, still hyped up from the almost confrontation she had just had.
“You were brilliant.” Amy said as she pushed him up against an old building, fully intent on paying him back for his kindness.
Rory groaned as he saw what was coming. “Amy...” He gripped her by the shoulders, looking at her. “Please...” His eyes were vulnerable.
Since when did Rory asking her to stop ever actually work? Nope, didn’t work in the past and it was not going to work now. She grinned up at him, ignoring the fact that he had her by the shoulders and attempted to kiss him.
Rory held her away. “Please. Don’t. Unless you mean to go out with me.” His body showed that he wanted her - and that she’d be able to force past his objections if she wanted to. But his eyes showed that although he was hers for the taking he’d be hurt if he was taken and then discarded.
That look made her stop. If it was anyone else, she really wouldn’t have cared to stop, but Rory was somehow different. “Since when do you not want to kiss me.” Amy made a joke out of it, trying to test his level of seriousness. Was this something he truly wanted or was it something she couldn’t even fathom? Rory did not play the same kinds of games she did, so nothing else was realistically possible.
“Are you asking me out, Rory Williams?” She smiled despite herself.
Rory took a breath, starting to compose his thoughts. But no need - she’d cut to the heart of it where he’d have beaten around the bush. “I am, Amy Pond.” He bit his lip, looking slightly scared.
She thought it over for all of two seconds before she shrugged. “Sure, if it means I get to kiss you, why the hell not?” Amy said.
She probably should have taken it more serious than she was, but Amy wasn’t one to really think about things. This was something she wanted right now. Rory’s friendship meant a lot to her, one of the few things that did. Besides, she never had to bite him, he was always there despite what came out of her mouth.
This time she leaned in to kiss him, hoping there wasn’t any restraint.
Rory hadn’t expected a serious answer from Amy (he knew her far too well for that) - but the yes was a definite yes. That was enough for him. And there really wasn’t any restraint - Rory’s arms slipped round her drawing her closer, and his mouth was inviting as his tongue pressed against hers moaned into her mouth.
Well that was expected. Amy would be downright surprised if Rory had done anything different. She smiled into the kiss, being pulled in closer to him. Kissing him was a lot more fun if she attacked him, but this welcoming was better.
Amy paused and separated from him for a second. “You know, you’re a lot better at kissing than Kurt is.” She said, playfully.