Amy and Rory had had their work cut out for them that day. The Doctor had taken them to yet another alien planet, this time it was some sort of exotic paradise with dense forest and this one waterfall, the rocks shined like there were fluorescent lamps embedded there. The water flowing down the surface was a slight purple in colour, it stood out against the green of the forest. And the wildlife there? It was much like creatures of the Amazon rainforest back home only their parrots had three eyes and the frogs were the size of large cats.
They decided to get away from The Doctor, they went for a stroll, heading back to try find that waterfall again, Amy scheming away planning to "Accidentally" nudge Rory into the water, it'd be a laugh. When they hit a path that seemed a bit boggier than the rest they thought nothing of it, continued walking along, laughing and taunting each other, Amy taking a slight lead. That was, until she shrank, her feet disappearing into the muck beneath. Typical Rory rescue attempts followed, until he also fell in. Luckily, The Doctor wasn't far off, saving them both in the nick of time and shooing them back to the TARDIS. They laughed all the way, flicking remnants of the sinking muck at each other.
Amy turned, a built-up handful of mud ready to fire at her husband when he grabbed her into a surprise kiss. She let out a surprised giggle, kissing him back and dropping the muck in her hand, exchanging it for his hair. After a while, Amy pulled away and reached for Rory's hand.
"Bedroom. Now." she demanded, keeping a firm grip of her husband and heading up the few steps, towards the corridor. He followed her, linking his fingers with her slender ones. They eventually reached their room, picking up where they left off immediately. Once the door was open, Amy swiveled so her husband's back was facing the bed. She continued forward, kissing Rory whilst gently pushing him backwards. Caught up in the kiss, she wasn't exactly great at judging distances – or remembering the fact that dear old Doctor had gave the couple bunk-beds.
In the last few steps she gave Rory a push, aiming for him to fall backwards onto the bed – it was a maneuver Amy had down to a tee back in Leadworth. Only, In Leadworth she had an actual bed, not some silly bunk-bed with a low wooden railing. Rory's head collided with the wood with a loud 'thwack!' and as Amy rushed to help him gain some composure and so he sat on the edge of the mattress.
"Are you okay, Stupid face?" She asked, trying to contain her laughter.
"Hey, you were the one who pushed me" Rory replied, rubbing the back of his head giving his wife a disbelieving look at the laughter.
"Alright, Alright. Sue me for trying to be sexy" She pouted then, fluttering her eyelashes – she knew how to cheer her husband up.
"You don't have to try" came the mumbled reply and Amy smiled, taking a seat next to the man who she loved the most.
"Is that so?" She grinned, putting her arm around his shoulders. She sighed with exasperation, looking up at the bunk above her. "Bunk-beds are so not cool" She laughed then, looking towards Rory for agreement.
"Tell me about it!" He agreed, looking at Amy and pushing a loose lock of Ginger out of her eyes. "Although, I think we could make it work" He said, a uncharacteristically mischievous grin coming in to play.
Amy mirrored his grin, looking into her husband's eyes. "Only If I get top bunk" She said before clambering up over his lap heading for the ladder.
"Ah ah ah! Not so fast Mrs. Williams" He said, his arms encompassing Amy as she scrambled over him. He pulled her in for another kiss, forgetting about the pain in the back of his head.
"Oi! Not how it works Mr. Pond" She replied with a giggle cut off by his kiss. "Right, Now, Where were we?" And with that, they continued what they had began.