Part 1

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Amy Pond - Doctor Who

[too_fairytale]

[nurse_boy]

[fifteen-year-old Rory is looking at the mistletoe like it's a Venus flytrap]

[too_fairytale]

[fifteen-year-old Amy is looking at Rory like a lion might look at a gazelle]

[nurse_boy]

[and does he ever feel those eyes on him; it makes him squirm and shuffle on his feet a little, shoving his hands into his coat pockets and ducking his head. A second later he's looking up at her from beneath his fringe and biting his lip, looking every inch the nervous teenager he really is]

[too_fairytale]

[Amy is also actually a nervous teenager, but doing a good job of masking it. She points up at the mistletoe]

There's a tradition attached to that, you know...

[nurse_boy]

Is there?

[wow, his voice just HAD to crack, didn't it. Very manly, Rory. Very manly. How could Amy possibly resist such blatant overwhelming masculinity?

He shifts on his feet again, looking up at the sprig of greenery and frowning. Of course he knows there's a tradition, he's just stalling out of sheer fright and hormones gone into overdrive. Besides, it he doesn't think it's even really mistletoe. It doesn't LOOK like mistletoe. Probably it's just something someone pulled out of a hedge.

He takes a step toward her]

I mean--well yeah, there is, but--

[too_fairytale]

[gives him her very best expectant look]

[nurse_boy]

[gulps]

[fidgets more]

[looks up at the mistletoe again]

[looks back at her; can't look away]

[... hell, who is he kidding. He's wanted to kiss Amy for ages. This might be the only chance he ever gets. Taking another step toward her (and without removing his hands from his coat pockets), he leans forward, closes his eyes, and carefully--awkwardly--presses his lips to hers]

[too_fairytale]

[THIS IS PRETTY NICE. Amy kisses him back the best way she knows how, which is--not much]

[nurse_boy]

[Pretty nice? HOW ABOUT VERY, VERY NICE. Her lips are warm and soft and taste like strawberries. He's not sure how long he stays kissing her--it could be seconds, minutes, days--but when he pulls back his own lips are tingling and he feels light as air.

His ears are burning red too, he can feel them, just like he can feel the huge, stupid, goofy grin on his face, and he's looking at Amy in wonder. He can't believe it just happened. He kissed Amy Pond]

I--I, um--

[exhales on a short, nervous laugh, his grin widening]

Wow.

[too_fairytale]

[Amy's feeling pretty giddy herself, flushed and grinning and especially cheeky, which means she blurts--]

Only 'wow'?

[nurse_boy]

No! Not just 'wow', it--I mean, you--

[he's lightheaded and dizzy and his whole body is buzzing, and he's still grinning. After a beat he takes his hands out of his pockets and reaches out to lightly curl them around her elbows--he wants to kiss her again but has no idea how to ask without sounding like an idiot]

[too_fairytale]

[she'll just save him the indignity of sounding like an idiot by leaning forward to kiss him back]

[nurse_boy]

[there's another explosion of fireworks in his head--oh god, SHE'S kissing HIM--and this time he's tentatively moving his lips against hers, unconsciously taking a step in toward her]

[too_fairytale]

[Amy, on the other hand, eagerly takes up the gauntlet thrown down before her and enthusiastically matches the movements of his lips, gripping his arms above the elbows]

[nurse_boy]

[Rory has died and gone to heaven. He isn't even thinking about being a rubbish kisser anymore; he's living in the moment for once, Amy filling up all his senses. Maybe--if he tilts his head this way--and opens his mouth just a little--]