The thing of it was, while Rory didn't have a lot of experience tramping through muddy jungles while being chased by imposing reptiles, he had enough and he didn't have the energy to whinge about it
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Even if Rory felt he didn't deserve the finger still pointed squarely at his chest, he didn't make any move to push it aside. Things were still a bit too confused to even dare try to put her off.
"If it's him?" he echoed, confused. "But that's not-- I mean, that happened. But then he moved the TARDIS and we had our reception. He danced like drunken giraffe or something and we had our fun, and we followed him to the TARDIS when he sneaked off and we decided to stick with him. We had just taken off to go do something about a Egyptian goddess on the Orient Express in space when I showed up here." Two years ago, all of this coming out of his mouth would have been ridiculous. Hell, two months ago it would have been. But now Rory could ramble off in nonsense like the best of them, apparently.
"How do you mean the Doctor's here but you're not sure?" he pressed. Throughout the whole trek through the jungle, Rory had held on the dim hope that this was all a mistake, just a bump on the road, and they would fix the problem and move on just as they had on every other adventure. What was the point of adventuring through time and space if you never moved in time and space?
Balling her hands into fists, she waved them about slightly in an effort to contain her excitement that she had been able to call him there. It didn't matter if she had looked like an utter nutter, the point was that it had been a success. It would have been nice to see it though.
"Perfect. Sounds utterly perfect," Amy said relaxing her hands in order to fidget with her watch, running her hand along her wrist until she was twisting her rings around her finger. Looking away, she stopped for a moment too full of manic energy to concentrate. "I mean, I haven't gotten to the part where I went and met him or saw him yet. It's been a rough week," turning back towards him, she took a step forward and smacked his arm. "I was looking for you, you eejit."
She did look a bit of a nutter, but Rory was used to it and having other people think it.
"It was," he agreed with a bit of a silly, sappy smile creeping onto his face. Once upon a time, the Doctor had jumped out of a cake and told him he'd kissed Rory's fiancee, but now having him at Rory's wedding was like the perfect end to the story. Or a chapter in it, anyway.
That look flickered and faded, just for a second, to one of tentative surprise. "You were?" he asked, old habits, old feelings dying hard, but he caught himself faster than he used to and pushed on.
"I mean, fine job of it. I've only been wandering around looking for you or the Doctor or some place without dinosaurs breathing down my neck for three days." It wasn't true grousing, just grousing for appearances, the kind of thing easily ignored by anyone who knew Rory, not because people who knew Rory typically ignored Rory (though some did) but because people who knew Rory knew that most of his grousing carried no real spite.
"But you were with me at the wedding," he said, the big picture getting more of his attention. "I mean, we danced. You threw the bouquet. We did that stupid garter thing and your father finally made a speech and there was the Chicken Dance. We got on the TARDIS together."
Behaving like something of a madwoman really wasn't anything new for Amy. It wasn't her fault, really. People just had certain expectations of how she should act that didn't have anything to do with the real live Amy. Fortunately such expectations had a way of fizzling out once she was in the room with them for more than five minutes.
"Course I was. You're my husband, remember?" Another frown came and went across her face, the smile brightening as she took a step closer. It was mad, that's what it was. Mad and brilliant and perfect. "We might have done that, but I didn't do any of those things. It's one of those things that happens, or so everyone I've met here says. Your life goes on, you're still there living it, but at the same time you're here."
Pressing her fingers to her temple, as if the thought had pained her somehow she shook her head before taking another step closer. "Dinosaurs? Heard about them, haven't taken a look. Suppose I should have started there, shouldn't I?"
"Yeah, the place with the most danger. That's where old Rory is." The words were joking but soft, almost distracted by the way she'd said 'my husband.' Even now he could barely believe it, that the day had come (and gone) and he and Amy were married. To have and to hold for however long they took from the universe.
"I guess I'll just have to fill you in," he said, tentatively reaching out to place his hands on Amy's waist. "And make up for lost time and botched plans. Maybe this is the Doctor's daft idea of giving us a honeymoon."
"Yeah, but you're alright now, aren't you? Don't worry Rory, Amy's here to save the day," she teased lifting a hand to brush nonexistent dirt off his shoulders. Tugging on the collar of his shirt for a moment she slid her hands around his neck and nodded.
This might not have been the honeymoon she had been planning for but she wasn't about to waste it. "Maybe. We've got a lot of catching up to do. Wedding night and all of that."
"Yeah," he agreed, a bit breathless at the thought. Not just of the wedding night (though that was a big part of it) but all of it. A life together.
"Especially as I spent my wedding night hiding from dinosaurs and trying to stay dry with two women I'd only just met. Do you, I mean, do we even have a place to stay?"
"I spent mine on a cot next to a man who is likely gay," Amy shrugged and grinned, running her hand absently along the back of his neck. It wasn't that she hadn't missed him. She had, but she hadn't realised how much she had missed him until he was right there in front of her.
"Well, I think we could sort of crash with Rob. If we wanted to. I've sort of been kicking about the Compound since climbing a tree in the rain seemed a bit dodgy. But..." Her grin turned a bit wicked as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I'm certain we could, you know, find a spot if we wanted."
"Rob?" Rory noised with a frown. "Is that the gay bloke?"
Whether the man were gay or not, Rory didn't much like the idea of crashing with anybody else. Then again he didn't like the idea of kicking around the Compound either, which didn't seem to offer much in the way of privacy.
Amy was not necessarily a calming influence. She could be cool and collected, but nothing seemed to settle around her. Except Rory. Having her in his arms, he felt like they could weather anything, even this place with its dinosaurs and questionable physics.
He caught her grin and returned it. "Yeah, we could find a spot. There are huts and things. Maybe a room someone's not using?"
That would take some getting used to. Folk here struck her as being a lot less repressed than those back in Leadworth. She loved that sleepy little hamlet, but with dinos and movie star lookalikes this place had the potential to keep her occupied for a little while.
With Rory here, safe and sound and without any gaping wounds Amy felt herself unwind a little bit. The tension she had been carting around, flowing out of her in little crazy bursts had started to ebb away.
"That sounds promising. Just for a little while until we find some place of our own to wake the neighbors. Now, are you going to kiss me or not?"
There was no way to respond to that but to kiss her. With a smile of embarrassingly great joy on his face, Rory moved his hands to cradle her face, tilting her face up just a shade.
They'd had a few reunion kisses, a few 'oh God we nearly died' kisses, plenty of regularly meaningful kisses and unmeaningful kisses, and one 'I do' kiss. It wasn't as if they were out of practice, but Rory took it slow anyway. None of that desperate need of the night in the museum, even though he was so, so grateful to have her back. This was one of their first kisses as man and wife, and Rory wanted to enjoy them while he could.
Also they were in a very public place and necking like horny teenagers for someone to walk in on was not in his immediate plans.
This was one of the things that Amy was certain she would never get sick of. If she was the type of girl who kept lists, this would be marked at the top. She knew kisses, knew how to read into them and when not to. Kissing Rory had never required much reading. There was nothing complex about it and that made it perfect. Made it divinely Rory no matter what had happened or who was chasing them.
Who the hell cared what sort of person might walk in and see them? If their new neighbors were going to talk, than she was going to give them something to talk about.
Breathless and smiling, she broke the kiss pressing her forehead against him.
"Love you," he murmured back. It wasn't a thing said often, if only because it didn't need saying. Despite his scoffs, his once-upon-a-time grumping and insecurities, Rory was wholly and absolutely Amy's, in a way that bled into everything he did. He said 'I love you' with nearly every look.
"So," he said, stealing a deep breath, his eyes half shut and his thumb rubbing gently against Amy's cheek. "What do we do now?" A simple enough question, but it was funny just how wary of the answer Rory actually was.
She could feel it in her chest, a dull throbbing that she remembered not knowing what it meant. Amy knew now, knew that it was meant for Rory. He was with her, remembered or not and nothing, not even a silly island could make her forget how much she loved him.
It didn't need to be said, she just know. "Love you too." Shrugging her shoulders, smile on her face she thought about turning her head to look about but didn't. "Oh I could think of a lot of things. Some are nice, some are naughty."
He had meant what they were to do in the bigger picture, but there was only so much wrestling Amy down to solid ground that he could do before he knew well enough to give up. And after the last few days he'd had, and the many days before that, Rory didn't really want to be the responsible one either.
His smile grew, growing excited (not like that). "Then let's get to them, Mrs. Williams."
"If it's him?" he echoed, confused. "But that's not-- I mean, that happened. But then he moved the TARDIS and we had our reception. He danced like drunken giraffe or something and we had our fun, and we followed him to the TARDIS when he sneaked off and we decided to stick with him. We had just taken off to go do something about a Egyptian goddess on the Orient Express in space when I showed up here." Two years ago, all of this coming out of his mouth would have been ridiculous. Hell, two months ago it would have been. But now Rory could ramble off in nonsense like the best of them, apparently.
"How do you mean the Doctor's here but you're not sure?" he pressed. Throughout the whole trek through the jungle, Rory had held on the dim hope that this was all a mistake, just a bump on the road, and they would fix the problem and move on just as they had on every other adventure. What was the point of adventuring through time and space if you never moved in time and space?
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"Perfect. Sounds utterly perfect," Amy said relaxing her hands in order to fidget with her watch, running her hand along her wrist until she was twisting her rings around her finger. Looking away, she stopped for a moment too full of manic energy to concentrate. "I mean, I haven't gotten to the part where I went and met him or saw him yet. It's been a rough week," turning back towards him, she took a step forward and smacked his arm. "I was looking for you, you eejit."
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"It was," he agreed with a bit of a silly, sappy smile creeping onto his face. Once upon a time, the Doctor had jumped out of a cake and told him he'd kissed Rory's fiancee, but now having him at Rory's wedding was like the perfect end to the story. Or a chapter in it, anyway.
That look flickered and faded, just for a second, to one of tentative surprise. "You were?" he asked, old habits, old feelings dying hard, but he caught himself faster than he used to and pushed on.
"I mean, fine job of it. I've only been wandering around looking for you or the Doctor or some place without dinosaurs breathing down my neck for three days." It wasn't true grousing, just grousing for appearances, the kind of thing easily ignored by anyone who knew Rory, not because people who knew Rory typically ignored Rory (though some did) but because people who knew Rory knew that most of his grousing carried no real spite.
"But you were with me at the wedding," he said, the big picture getting more of his attention. "I mean, we danced. You threw the bouquet. We did that stupid garter thing and your father finally made a speech and there was the Chicken Dance. We got on the TARDIS together."
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"Course I was. You're my husband, remember?" Another frown came and went across her face, the smile brightening as she took a step closer. It was mad, that's what it was. Mad and brilliant and perfect. "We might have done that, but I didn't do any of those things. It's one of those things that happens, or so everyone I've met here says. Your life goes on, you're still there living it, but at the same time you're here."
Pressing her fingers to her temple, as if the thought had pained her somehow she shook her head before taking another step closer. "Dinosaurs? Heard about them, haven't taken a look. Suppose I should have started there, shouldn't I?"
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"I guess I'll just have to fill you in," he said, tentatively reaching out to place his hands on Amy's waist. "And make up for lost time and botched plans. Maybe this is the Doctor's daft idea of giving us a honeymoon."
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This might not have been the honeymoon she had been planning for but she wasn't about to waste it. "Maybe. We've got a lot of catching up to do. Wedding night and all of that."
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"Especially as I spent my wedding night hiding from dinosaurs and trying to stay dry with two women I'd only just met. Do you, I mean, do we even have a place to stay?"
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"Well, I think we could sort of crash with Rob. If we wanted to. I've sort of been kicking about the Compound since climbing a tree in the rain seemed a bit dodgy. But..." Her grin turned a bit wicked as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I'm certain we could, you know, find a spot if we wanted."
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Whether the man were gay or not, Rory didn't much like the idea of crashing with anybody else. Then again he didn't like the idea of kicking around the Compound either, which didn't seem to offer much in the way of privacy.
Amy was not necessarily a calming influence. She could be cool and collected, but nothing seemed to settle around her. Except Rory. Having her in his arms, he felt like they could weather anything, even this place with its dinosaurs and questionable physics.
He caught her grin and returned it. "Yeah, we could find a spot. There are huts and things. Maybe a room someone's not using?"
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That would take some getting used to. Folk here struck her as being a lot less repressed than those back in Leadworth. She loved that sleepy little hamlet, but with dinos and movie star lookalikes this place had the potential to keep her occupied for a little while.
With Rory here, safe and sound and without any gaping wounds Amy felt herself unwind a little bit. The tension she had been carting around, flowing out of her in little crazy bursts had started to ebb away.
"That sounds promising. Just for a little while until we find some place of our own to wake the neighbors. Now, are you going to kiss me or not?"
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They'd had a few reunion kisses, a few 'oh God we nearly died' kisses, plenty of regularly meaningful kisses and unmeaningful kisses, and one 'I do' kiss. It wasn't as if they were out of practice, but Rory took it slow anyway. None of that desperate need of the night in the museum, even though he was so, so grateful to have her back. This was one of their first kisses as man and wife, and Rory wanted to enjoy them while he could.
Also they were in a very public place and necking like horny teenagers for someone to walk in on was not in his immediate plans.
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Who the hell cared what sort of person might walk in and see them? If their new neighbors were going to talk, than she was going to give them something to talk about.
Breathless and smiling, she broke the kiss pressing her forehead against him.
"Atta boy Rory," she murmured. "Missed you."
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"So," he said, stealing a deep breath, his eyes half shut and his thumb rubbing gently against Amy's cheek. "What do we do now?" A simple enough question, but it was funny just how wary of the answer Rory actually was.
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It didn't need to be said, she just know. "Love you too." Shrugging her shoulders, smile on her face she thought about turning her head to look about but didn't. "Oh I could think of a lot of things. Some are nice, some are naughty."
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His smile grew, growing excited (not like that). "Then let's get to them, Mrs. Williams."
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