This insert is bringing the rating up, but not by much. The prompt here was:
"The Doctor having a thing for Amy in the pirate outfit. " (a la Curse of the Black Spot )
Disclaimer: I'm getting used to them now. I still own nothing, I'm coping with that.
There was something about a woman in a hat that he really took a fancy to.
But Amy Pond in a pirate hat? This just wasn't even fair.
Amy Pond swinging about on rigging ropes in a tri-corner hat and long coat, waving a cutlass around and threatening pirates; it was becoming hard to focus on anything else while she was doing this.
And all the while, he was mentally swatting himself because they had other things to attend to, like a mermaid who vaporized people and the fact that Rory was here too, which meant he couldn't very well slip off somewhere with Amy anyho—
No. No thoughts like that, no. Amy was married. Amy's married husband was here. Amy was trying to help him figure out what exactly was going on with the odd sea-strumpet that was picking the crew off in a surprisingly (or not surprisingly, she WAS a siren) very lovely, melodic manner.
Also, Amy was married.
He was choosing to focus on that bit.
She'd been glancing over at him repeatedly while they were rushing around the ship. It seemed like every time he looked over at her she was looking back at him and Great Gallifrey it was not helping anything at all.
When it came time and the others were getting tired, he was heading up above deck to let Rory, Amy, and Toby rest. He'd been pacing over the wood paneling, hands clasped behind his back, thinking about the siren, thinking about the black spot, the way she was 'killing' the crew, trying not to think about pirate hats…or gingers…definitely not thinking about Amy…and when he heard the sound of someone coming up after him, he turned around expecting to see the Captain.
Instead he was met with Amy hurling herself onto him, arms around his neck as swiftly as she could manage and her mouth very firmly pressing to his. He broke them apart after quite a bit of mental wrestling.
"W—Oi! What's this, you shouldn't be up here, get back down below—"
"Oh shut up I haven't got the spot, you." She was kissing him again and he was shouting in his head at the universe for making it so infuriatingly hard to be with Amy Pond.
"Amy—" He was still trying to resist, managing to pull them apart every few seconds to blurt out some protests as she backed him up against the short stairwell leading to the wheel. "Amy! We haven't got time to—Amy you need to be down below—this is so bad—you—listen to me—"
And then he was just giving up, hands roaming over her back and sides.
The coat was ditched easily enough, and his jacket as well—even those suspenders were surprisingly simple to get off, and he would have called them traitorous if he wasn't enjoying this so much himself. Which was still bad. He should have more self-control than this!
It was the hat.
It was always the hats.
It occurred to him vaguely that they were in fact about to 'do this' on board a pirate ship in the middle of the ocean with only the cover of a stairwell and a few well-placed barrels. Oh and the siren. He was still considering her a problem and imagining her popping up when he was right in the middle of something like this was not exactly the most ideal confrontation.
Amy certainly didn't seem to have qualms about this, though. It didn't really surprise him; she was adventurous enough…he supposed this was the same sort of thing, right?
And now they were both in their knickers, both still noticeably sporting their hats. He moved to knock his off, but she stopped him, leaning in close to his face so that the frontmost corners of their hats met, and her hair was falling over his chest. Her eyelashes tickled his cheek,and he could just hear the smirk in her voice as she said,
"I'd like it better with the hat on."
The moment he was supposed to have kissed her his eyes flew open and he realized he was resting against a few barrels stacked against the mast of the ship.
His hearts were pounding, and one hand went to his forehead as he looked around quickly, eyes wide.
A drea—of COURSE it had been a dream—damn damn damn, at least no one else had been out here, Amy had always poked at him for talking in his sleep, who knew what he'd possibly have been letting out…where was the captain, hopefully they were all still below—He shook himself out of his stupor and cleared his throat in embarrassment, running a rather nervous hand through his hair.
It was the hat.
It was always the hats.
A/N: This was a LOT of fun to write, I won't lie. I've seen a lot of fic out there with Amy dreaming about the Doctor, so it was amusing to think about what might 'distract' him for a change.
And let's face it; Karen could definitely rock that pirate getup.