A/N: So, by popular request, I have written another Amy/Rory fic. This happens right after one of the snippets from "Let's kill Hitler." Sorry I haven't posted in so long, but I just got a new tablet, so hopefully I'll be able to post more from now on. I'm thinking I might write a lot of this, since the seems to be so little of it. But I'm still open to suggestions, so pm me if you want more of something else. Of course if you just want more of this, then by all means, leave a positive/constructive review! Anyway, I'm going to try to update this at least one a week, or maybe more depending on how much people like it. Enjoy!

Chapter 1-Definitely More Than Okay.

"Oh my God, Rory!"

"And the penny drops." Amy didn't hear Mels. She had already left the room, and was halfway down the stairs. She burst out the door. Rory was already a long way off, walking away with his back toward her.

"Rory! Wait, Rory!" He stopped, waiting without turning toward her. He sighed.

"Yes?" She finally caught up and faced him.

"Rory, I... do you like me?"

"Yes." He sighed, and didn't meet her gaze, looking at the ground.

"Rory," she said, taking his hand in hers, "I like you too." He finally looked up at her.

"Do you really though? Because I don't want you to... I mean you don't have to fake it, not that I think you would, it's just, you've never shown any signs of-" he trailed off. Amy's face was very, very close to his. She leaned in further and kissed him. He froze. And finally he realized what was happening and how monumental it was and he leaned in to her and finally kissed back. She pulled away, grinning.

"Am I showing any signs now?"

"Yes."

"Is that okay with you?"

"Yes. That was definitely...okay."

"So you'd like do to more of that, then."

"Yes. But I suppose we should probably go out on a date first. If that's what you want, I mean." Amy grinned.

"Rory Williams, are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yes. I am. Is that okay?" Amy smiled and leaned in again, impossibly close to his face.

"That is definitely more than okay." She pecked him on the cheek. She grabbed his hand and turned walking back toward the house. "Come on, then." Rory stopped.

"Um. Where are we going?"

"Well, obviously I've got to get ready for my big date!" she said, still walking.

"What, now?" Rory asked, confused.

"I'm sorry, have you got big plans for today or something?"

"No, it's just..." Amy turned to look at him. "...Now's good," he said, catching up to her.

"Good," Amy said as they opened the door and stopped at the foot of the stairs. "Wait here. I'll be right back."

"No, hold on," said Rory. "You thought I was gay?"