Not Bad Boys
Title: Not Bad Boys
Author: betawho
Rating: PG
Characters: 11th Doctor, Rory, River, Amy
Words: 225
Author's Note: This story was inspired by this photo of Rory (Arthur Darvill).
Summary: The Doctor and Rory weren't bad boys, but sometimes that's a good thing...
They’d been swimming and the Doctor and Rory were laying out in the lounge chairs enjoying the warmth of the sun.
A shadow fell over them, a cool grey kiss as something blocked out the light. The Doctor opened one eye. Silence. Water lapped in the pool.
He reached over and jabbed Rory in the ribs with an elbow. “Hnf! What?” Rory opened both lazy eyes. His eyes darted side to side, and got larger. “Oh, hi.”
The Pond women were standing over them. Amy in a bright red bikini, River in a leathery slick black one piece. Both women were looking down at them with glittery bright eyes.
Rory and the Doctor looked at each other with trepidation. They could feel the water dripping off them from their swim, both feeling decidedly under-dressed in their boxer trunks.
“Uhm, something we can do for you ladies?” the Doctor ventured.
Amy and River looked at each other with bright, predatory grins. They turned back and raked the men, top to bottom with appreciative eyes.
Both men instinctively sucked in their guts.
Feeling very vulnerable, and suddenly very aware of pale limbs and general unbuffness, the men watched them. Inwardly squirming like worms on a hook.
The women’s grins got wider. They cocked their heads in identical ways, in opposite directions. Their eyes glimmered.
“Not bad boys,” they said in unison.
Author: betawho
Rating: PG
Characters: 11th Doctor, Rory, River, Amy
Words: 225
Author's Note: This story was inspired by this photo of Rory (Arthur Darvill).
Summary: The Doctor and Rory weren't bad boys, but sometimes that's a good thing...
They’d been swimming and the Doctor and Rory were laying out in the lounge chairs enjoying the warmth of the sun.
A shadow fell over them, a cool grey kiss as something blocked out the light. The Doctor opened one eye. Silence. Water lapped in the pool.
He reached over and jabbed Rory in the ribs with an elbow. “Hnf! What?” Rory opened both lazy eyes. His eyes darted side to side, and got larger. “Oh, hi.”
The Pond women were standing over them. Amy in a bright red bikini, River in a leathery slick black one piece. Both women were looking down at them with glittery bright eyes.
Rory and the Doctor looked at each other with trepidation. They could feel the water dripping off them from their swim, both feeling decidedly under-dressed in their boxer trunks.
“Uhm, something we can do for you ladies?” the Doctor ventured.
Amy and River looked at each other with bright, predatory grins. They turned back and raked the men, top to bottom with appreciative eyes.
Both men instinctively sucked in their guts.
Feeling very vulnerable, and suddenly very aware of pale limbs and general unbuffness, the men watched them. Inwardly squirming like worms on a hook.
The women’s grins got wider. They cocked their heads in identical ways, in opposite directions. Their eyes glimmered.
“Not bad boys,” they said in unison.