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Interior decoration, Eleven, Amy, Ten/Rose, G
She tugs on his hand, his loose grip tightening instinctively as he lets out a sigh and follows where she leads. She turns around, her long ginger hair whipping around to form a halo before settling on her shoulders. "What about this one?" she asks as she points excitedly at another painting.
They've been at this for hours, him filling in for Rory while he's at work, helping Amy to decorate their flat. Agreeing to this had been a horrible decision, he didn't much fancy staying still for this long. He looks up to see that the piece she's looking at is a painting of a willow tree near a river. "It's lovely." he responds, but he sounds bored and the look Amy's giving him says she knows and doesn't care, he needs to be more enthusiastic about this.
She gives a frustrated groan as she drags him along to the next one on display. It isn't the best one she's seen, but there's something about it she likes regardless. Her eyes light up as she bumps her shoulder into his, trying to force his attention. "Doctor?"
As he looks up, he finds that regardless of his superior biology, he can't breathe. It's a painting of a couple that doesn't seem aware that anyone else is in the room, let alone that anyone else exists. Her long blonde hair has been curled and pinned up in a proper fifties style, his parted at the side and slicked down. They're so wrapped up in one another that they can only truly be one thing, a couple in love. She's got her arms wrapped around him desperately, willing him to never leave her behind. Her lips taste like strawberries and wine, promises of forever and whispers of eternal love. In a moment a flashbulb will go off and he'll carefully drag her onto his lap, pulling away from their kiss to gently tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear and show her that manic smile he reserves for her alone. He'll place a careful trail of kisses along her jawline, savoring the moment, enjoying the party where no one knows them and they can pretend that they'll have a thousand more moments just like this one. She'll smile, her tongue pressed firmly between her teeth, while placing her hand on the back of his neck, her thumb tickling the bottom of his hairline. He'll whisper her name, only to hear his own in return, but she'll add I love you afterward.
He drops Amy's hand to tuck his own into his pockets. Platonic as it is, it feels like betrayal. He's been staring at the painting for too long and Amy's starting to look suspicious, so he takes a deep breath before answering her, his eyes still trained on the blonde woman in front of him. "This one. Definitely get this one."
She tugs on his hand, his loose grip tightening instinctively as he lets out a sigh and follows where she leads. She turns around, her long ginger hair whipping around to form a halo before settling on her shoulders. "What about this one?" she asks as she points excitedly at another painting.
They've been at this for hours, him filling in for Rory while he's at work, helping Amy to decorate their flat. Agreeing to this had been a horrible decision, he didn't much fancy staying still for this long. He looks up to see that the piece she's looking at is a painting of a willow tree near a river. "It's lovely." he responds, but he sounds bored and the look Amy's giving him says she knows and doesn't care, he needs to be more enthusiastic about this.
She gives a frustrated groan as she drags him along to the next one on display. It isn't the best one she's seen, but there's something about it she likes regardless. Her eyes light up as she bumps her shoulder into his, trying to force his attention. "Doctor?"
As he looks up, he finds that regardless of his superior biology, he can't breathe. It's a painting of a couple that doesn't seem aware that anyone else is in the room, let alone that anyone else exists. Her long blonde hair has been curled and pinned up in a proper fifties style, his parted at the side and slicked down. They're so wrapped up in one another that they can only truly be one thing, a couple in love. She's got her arms wrapped around him desperately, willing him to never leave her behind. Her lips taste like strawberries and wine, promises of forever and whispers of eternal love. In a moment a flashbulb will go off and he'll carefully drag her onto his lap, pulling away from their kiss to gently tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear and show her that manic smile he reserves for her alone. He'll place a careful trail of kisses along her jawline, savoring the moment, enjoying the party where no one knows them and they can pretend that they'll have a thousand more moments just like this one. She'll smile, her tongue pressed firmly between her teeth, while placing her hand on the back of his neck, her thumb tickling the bottom of his hairline. He'll whisper her name, only to hear his own in return, but she'll add I love you afterward.
He drops Amy's hand to tuck his own into his pockets. Platonic as it is, it feels like betrayal. He's been staring at the painting for too long and Amy's starting to look suspicious, so he takes a deep breath before answering her, his eyes still trained on the blonde woman in front of him. "This one. Definitely get this one."