First Above PG Fanfic, Amy Eleven my OTP I guess.
Hopefully I'll remember to update, because I like writing this.
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The Doctor had walked with purpose into The Laundry room of the Tardis, but upon entering lost all intention at the what he saw. The Doctor stood stock still in the doorway with his jaw lowered to the floor, losing all sense of control. His mind rushed at what he saw, feeling a sickly sweet feeling in his gut as his brow lowered and a grin leaked onto the creases of his cheek.
She'd noticed his presence and began to turn away from her task, but at that moment The Doctor decided to stop staring and driven to concentrate instead walked to one of the machines. He placed his full suit into it, identical to the one he was wearing. Having duplicates came in handy for not having to be found in awkward positions as The Doctor had found himself in currently.
Behind The Doctor stood Amy, blushing like a tomato. She was dressed scantily, wearing nothing other than a pair of pink frilly knickers and a transparent blue shirt. The Doctor knew for a fact she wasn't wearing a bra, she must've been holding out on the washing for a long time.
He wasn't sure if he should say something or if that would just make it awkward, but this was tenser than he could stand. He imagined for split second he imagined the situation if he did talk, his conscious slipped into sexuality mode and The Doctor couldn't help but imagine her jamming him against the machine as she leaned into his face with only a few millimetres thick of clothing between them and.., he let out a broken sigh.
"Doctor? Are you okay?" Amy questioned.
Shit, she'd heard him. There was no way of avoiding it now, he knew they'd talk eventually, but he couldn't say he was happy it was initiated by his lusty sigh.
"Amy! Barely noticed you there in your...well, let's just say I came in here with a purpose," The Doctor said guiltily, mentally slapping himself for his stupid mumblings.
"Sorry, did I startle you. I literally ran out of all my clothing, serves me right for being lazy. We've just been on so many adventures I haven't had the time for chores, normal life is just so, well normal.
"Did you want to borrow a shirt or two to wear around the Tardis while your clothing gets washed?" He asked subconsciously hoping for a no, again mentally giving himself a slap for being so fresh. She's your friend! She doesn't think of you like that.
"That'd be great thanks," Amy said a little bothered that he'd suggested this so quickly. Although she hadn't intended to 'set him off' she was sure he'd enjoyed what he saw. But at this request he evidently didn't think of her the way she did.
They walked to his room, The Doctor pacing himself a few steps ahead of Amy just so no unwanted brushes of skin occurred. Amy was perfectly okay with this arrangement, getting a decent look at The Doctors well shaped ass, which she'd had to control herself on many occasions from grabbing a piece. He let her enter the room first in which he returned the favour of the ass staring. He walked to the closet and picked up a few of his shirts handing them to her with a smile, she returned it and placed all bar one on the bed. With her hand Amy signalled The Doctor to turn around so she could change into one. He turned but realised he was facing a mirror, he turned back to say it was probably best for him to just go in another room.