Amy reached the sandy beach, a destination marked as separate from the grounds of the hotel only by a slight sand dune. She kicked off her flip flops, realising how cumbersome they were, sinking into the fluid sand rather than remaining stable. As soon as she put her foot down on the ground she sighed contentedly; the sand truly did massage your feet.
Experimentally she lay down on the sand, relaxing her head back, and sighed again. It was like that massage chair that old Mrs Phinney had for her arthritis, or something, but a million times better. It gently rocked her as it rippled beneath her, stroking all of the physical tension she felt in her muscles away. She felt relaxed, peaceful, human again.
Sitting up before she forgot, she removed the sun cream from her bag and started to apply it liberally to her body. Being ginger with pale, freckly skin meant that Amy didn't tan, and never had, instead her skin would go bright pink, highly unattractive. Rory would always try to cover a smirk when she caught the sun, but would usually fail, earning him a slap.
She paused mid-wipe at the thought of Rory. She realised that she had barely thought about him at all that day. It felt... strange. In fact, it felt like when she had first joined the Doctor, Rory had been far from her thoughts, concentrating as hard as she was on the adventures, the fun, the life she was having with the Doctor. Still, even the smallest thought was thinking considerably more about him than she had for a few months.
"Need any help there?" She heard someone say, interrupting her thoughts. She looked up to see a man towering over her, blocking the light from one of the suns.
"No, I'm fine." She said stubbornly. She didn't need anyone's help.
"You sure?" He asked again. "Not even on your back? That's always tricky to reach." He told her with a wink. She looked up properly, raising a hand to block the light from the other sun so she could see him. He was tall, definitely, even by her standards, with toned muscles to match: wearing only bathing shorts his body was there for all to see, and he had thick dark hair, not long, but not too short, flicking damply down into his face. She swallowed.
"Well..." She said, trying not to leer at him. He was... wow. 'Eyes up, Amy' She reminded herself. "No, I can manage." She said, rubbing it into her back to prove a point. She didn't want male attention right now, she told herself, it's far too soon, and it's disrespectful.
"Okay then," He said with a grin. "See you around..." He trailed off, waiting expectantly.
"Amy." She finished for him. Surely there was no harm in giving him her name, right?
"See you around, Amy." He concluded. With another grin he turned round and walked off further up the beach. Sure, she didn't want any form of anything like that right now, probably wouldn't for a while, she suspected, but there was no harm in watching him walk away; after all, he did have a very nice...
She settled back down in the sand and let Space Florida's automatic sand do its job.
Did you guys hear that David got engaged to his daughter? I'm happy for him and all, but it does mean he is now officially off the market. There's still hope for us in Matt though. And when I say US, I mean me. MINE! I BAGSIED HIM!