AN: Sorry its been a week, I'm just working on another, bigger Doctor Who project which may or may not appear around mid-July (Emphasis on may not), which will be an episodic thing of just random ideas that were too big for one shots that worked as episodes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who and keep in mind, the legal age of consent in Britain (As far as I can remember from P.D) is sixteen.


Apple tree

He squeezed her a little tighter, gazing up through the trees branches at the moon.

"Who knew you were so romantic?" Amy asked, looking with him at the giant, glowing ball.

He kissed the side of her head and decided that wasn't an insult. He was a sixteen year old boy, they weren't really known for their romantic tendencies.

"Well, I certainly didn't" he replied.

It was in that odd moment, that moment that stretched infinitely, that Rory realised he loved Amy. Not just fancied. Not just cared for, or was attracted too.

Loved.

And part of him knew he was a sixteen year old boy. Falling in love so young seemed stupid, irrational. Most would say he didn't know what love really was.

They were wrong. He loved her. Plain and simple.

He wanted to marry her, have children with her and one day, in the far future, sit in an old peoples home, reminiscing with her.

With Amy, it was never really that simple.

In fact, it was rarely ever simple in the slightest.

More often than not, it was complex, difficult, sometimes painful.

But that seemed to only encourage him.

Maybe he was attracted to danger?

More likely, it was just the quandary that was Amy.

Plain and simple, any way you painted it, he loved her.

"Hey" she piped up, drawing his attention back to her.

"Hey?"

"You're amazing"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you got me drunk and everything"

"I didn't know there'd be alcohol"

"Yeah you did"

"…Yeah I did"

"And then you didn't take advantage"

"Not yet"

"Not yet" she reaffirmed, grinning at him. "But you wouldn't"

"Why not?"

"Because you're Rory. You're a good guy"

"I'm a good guy?"

"Through and through. I welcome you to the white hats"

"Does this mean I have to slay vampires?"

"Nah"

"Cool"

He suddenly grinned.

"Can I be a Browncoat?"

"No"

"Why not"

"Because it ended four years ago, get over it"

"Never!"

Maybe he wouldn't tell her just yet though, as she rolled over onto him.

"You may get to take advantage yet" she said, a feral grin spreading across her face.

"I thought I was a white hat?" he replied, already fumbling at her blouse.

"Did I say you were a goody?" she asked. He nodded, suddenly taking extreme notice that Amy's bra was red. Silky red. Maybe he'd get to take it off…

"You're a baddie" she continued, kissing at his jaw. "Very" Another kiss "very" another "bad"

Her hand reached his trousers.

Suddenly, apple trees were one of Rory's favourite things, ever.


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