Authors note: I love these characters, but in no way are they mine. All rights belong to BBC.
"But doctor, my feet are hot!" Amy whines sleepily as she burrows her legs through the blanket, desperate for the cool air. She sighs as her feet meet liberation.
"And mine are chilled," the doctor asserts matter-of-factly, face first in a pillow. "And you're letting the cold in."
Amy smiles mischievously. "Would you rather... your whole body be cold?" She says as she rips off the covers. Making doctor grapple blindly, face down, searching for warmth. He stops when he reaches Amy's wrist. "Maybe you could heat me up!" He points out, pulling the red-head on top of him as he rights himself. She leans down to kiss him when the words "absolutely frigid," escapes his lips.
"I think there are other ways to warm you up," she murmurs as she kisses along his jaw line, hand trailing down his stomach. The doctor takes her relaxed state as a opportunity to pull the blanket over them both.
"Oh no you don't mister. It's the blanket or intimacy."
"The blanket," he answers all too quickly.
Amy huffs and rolls off of him, clearly offended. The doctor takes a moment to realize that his answer was wrong. "I- I didn't mean it like that..." he stumbles, as awkward as usual. It doesn't take him nearly as long to take the hint that he wasn't getting anywhere with the approach. So by narrowing down the options and carefully selecting, he decides it's time to act.
The doctor promptly pounces on Amelia Pond.
Note: first fanfiction I have ever written, so don't be too hateful? Thanks.