A/N: Had this idea while.. shaving. My legs. Okaaaay, here's a very short plotless fic. AmyxIan! They've been married for a month now.


"Amy?

"..."

"Are you done?"

"... "

"..."

"I-I'm Amy!"

"What?" he asked, flabbergasted.

"Never mind, Ian. I'm just doing.. something."

"Oh um, alright, tell me when you're done."

He paced back and forth thinking of something to do. He was Ian. And he, being Ian, well he's very organized. There was nothing else to do but to lay down again.


"Amy," he called out.

"Yeah?"

"It's been an hour,"

"Oh.. really?" A meek voice came out.

"I need to use the loo."

"Ian, use the other bathrooms!"

"But..."

"What?"

"My hair products are in there," his cheeks tinting.

"Oh," a simple reply came out as if that explained everything.

Well, it really did. She now knew that Ian's smooth hair & flawless skin isn't normal like that. He tends it with his utmost care. It isn't really weird. Really. She doesn't even use half of those products. Heck, she would not even apply anything to her skin except for lip balm and concealer for the bags. Really not weird. Well... okay, maybe a little.


"Amy! Why aren't you answering? Are you alright? " A knock came from the other door.

"Umm yeah. But,"

"But what?"

"I need 10 more minutes."

"Okay."

"..."

"What are you doing anyways?"

"Uhmm.."

"What?"

"S-shaving?"

"..."

"Ian?"

"Where?"

"I-ian!" she stammered.

"Uh, need help?"

She was sure he was smirking. Which only made her blush more.


A/N: This writing thing sure is hard. Please review! (Even though I think there's nothing to say bec it's short. And plotless. XD)