RP: Fancy Meeting You... Wherever Here Is [for quitehomoerotic
[Just a bit of fluffy fun set in no particular time or place, really.]
Having been poked, prodded, whined at, and eventually guilted, the Doctor had agreed to take Amy shopping. He had no idea why she needed to go shopping, since everything she (or anyone!) could ever want was on the TARDIS. But she'd rolled her eyes and mumbled something about the experience of it all, you stupid boy, and he'd given in and taken them to the planet Yel, where there was a rather large shopping district.
Amy had wandered off at least an hour ago, leaving the Doctor to his own devices.
Those devices, for no reason he'd ever be able to explain, involved browsing through the wide selection of intimates, his fingers deftly flicking from one furry undergarment to the next.
On this planet, apparently, they liked their undergarments to be furry. Made sense, since their outergarments were translucent skirts. One needed to express oneself, after all.
A blue one caught the Doctor's eye, and he pulled it off the rack, inspecting the size.
Having been poked, prodded, whined at, and eventually guilted, the Doctor had agreed to take Amy shopping. He had no idea why she needed to go shopping, since everything she (or anyone!) could ever want was on the TARDIS. But she'd rolled her eyes and mumbled something about the experience of it all, you stupid boy, and he'd given in and taken them to the planet Yel, where there was a rather large shopping district.
Amy had wandered off at least an hour ago, leaving the Doctor to his own devices.
Those devices, for no reason he'd ever be able to explain, involved browsing through the wide selection of intimates, his fingers deftly flicking from one furry undergarment to the next.
On this planet, apparently, they liked their undergarments to be furry. Made sense, since their outergarments were translucent skirts. One needed to express oneself, after all.
A blue one caught the Doctor's eye, and he pulled it off the rack, inspecting the size.