A little drabble of our Ponds! Hope you like it. If you do, please review!
- Heather x
Cup of Tea
Amy huffed, leaning over the kitchen counter, her laptop perched atop of it. She wore a sky blue blouse kitted with some brown trousers and boots. Her fiery hair hung in great locks around her round face and she rested her chin on her hand. She chewed on her tongue slightly, browsing Facebook. Rory came in, popping his lunchbox down, shrugging his bag from the shoulder and sitting down at the kitchen table. He looked over at her, and frowned.
"You're doing it again." He said, turning in his seat to her. She looked up from where she was and smiled, her eyebrows furrowing, puzzled.
"Doing what?" She asked, hands going to her hips as she straightened up. Rory rolled his eyes.
"Looking at it." He said, pointing.
"I'm not looking at anything." She argued, folding her arms and walking over to him.
"Yes you are. Every 20 seconds or so, you glance over at the telephone." He said. Amy looked over at the telephone on the side.
"I do not!" She cried, her head spinning back round to him. He rested back into his wooden seat, eyebrows rising.
"Yes, Amy…you do. I've noticed."
"Fine…so what if I have?" She said, looking down at her fingernails. Since the Doctor had left, she was waiting for him to come back. She knows she shouldn't. She had her guy, a new job, friends, and a life. Even Brian came round once in a while, that always cheered her up.
"I miss him too you know." He grabbed a hand, placing his over hers and smiled.
"Yeah. I know." She ran her thumb over the top of Rory's palm, chewing her lip. "It's just…it's been 2 weeks!" She cried exasperated. She looked over at the phone again.
"Oh, come on, Amy!" He cried, exasperated. He kissed her hand, and stood up, moving over to the kitchen. He waited a moment before speaking again. "You're starting to sound like him."
"Am not!" She cried, spinning to face him.
"Ok, sure." He let out, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"What was that?" She replied, sternly, narrowing her green eyes.
"Nothing!" He winced, Amy Pond on the war path again.
"Good." She tilted up her chin, smugly.
"Right, cup of tea, missus?" said Rory, moving over to the kettle and flicking the switch. Amy stood up and moved behind him, encircling her arms around him and kissing his cheek.
"Don't mind if I do, Mr Pond!" She ordered like a sergeant. He grinned, turning in her arms and kissing her full on the mouth. She kissed back just as warmly. The kiss was quick but tender. He smiled as he stared into her eyes. She looked down. The kettle clicked. Rory turned and got out blue and white striped mugs and made the tea. He handed her a mug.
"Cheers!"