Fic: Someone Order A Kissogram? [Doctor Who/Sherlock, PG]
Title: Someone Order A Kissogram?
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Sherlock
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond/DI Lestrade.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Prompt: Amy Pond/Lestrade, he tells her that she doesn't have to kiss him but that's her job (and besides, she wants to) (at comment_fic)
Summary: Someone hires Amy as a 'kissogram' for Lestrade. Lestrade has a crisis of conscience and Amy has a talk with him.
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When the redhead girl walked into the bar, he thought for half a second that she was a police officer, a WPC. Then he got a better look at her, and saw that her skirt was far too short to be regulation, and while the uniform looked legit from a distance it was obvious, close up, that it wasn't.
Which meant that an attractive girl in a police officer's costume was walking up to him, and he wasn't sure he liked where this was going.
“Someone order a kissogram?” The girl said. Her eyes met his, “Are you Inspector Lestrade?”
He nodded. He wasn't sure he trusted himself to talk.
“Well, someone must like you.” She looked around. “Want a kiss, Inspector?”
Lestrade swallowed. “Uh... no. It's all right, you don't have to. Whoever sent you.. they were playing a joke on me.”
“Yeah? You'd be surprised how many people use me to play jokes on their friends. I'm Amy, by the way.”
“He's not a friend, exactly... look, Amy, you're a lovely girl but you don't have to do anything...”
She looked at him quizzically for a moment, glanced around the room, and back to him. “It's really busy in here... how about we go somewhere quieter? Just to talk, if you want,” she added when she saw his expression.
“...all right,” he said, as he followed her outside.
They ended up sitting on a bench in the square opposite the bar. “So, this not-really-a-friend, what's the story with him?”
“He's someone who I... work with. Usually he just makes life difficult for me.”
“By sending you kissograms?”
“Not usually, no, this is new.”
“Nice to know,” Amy said with a shrug. “You know, Inspector, if you did want me to kiss you... it'd be all right. I wouldn't mind or anything.”
“I... appreciate that, but it wouldn't feel right. You're young enough to be my daughter!”
“And? Maybe I like older men,” she said with a smirk.
He didn't know what to say to that. She sighed. “OK, let's try something. An experiment. You, Inspector, stay where you are and shut your eyes. And keep them shut.”
He did what she said without thinking about it. She got up from the bench and he felt her sit on his lap. Then she leant forward, and she was kissing him, and suddenly he forgot all the reasons he'd been giving himself for not doing this.
Eventually she leant back, and said, “Open your eyes now, Inspector.”
He did.
“That wasn't so bad, was it?”
“Um...”
“I'll take that as a compliment,” she said as she stood up. “Now, I've got to run, I'm meant to be meeting someone in a bit. But it was nice meeting you.”
She took a small notebook from her pocket, scribbled something quickly, and tore out the page before handing it to him. Lestrade looked at the paper. It was her phone number. He looked back up at her, and she smiled.
“Just in case you want to get together. For another chat, yeah?”
“All right.”
“Bye, Inspector,” she said, giving him a little wave as she walked off.
**
Amy waited until she was out of sight of the bench before she took out her phone to send a text.
u owe me 4 this, detective boy. Amy.
Only seconds later her phone beeped and she read the reply.
Lestrade took the bait? SH
She rolled her eyes, and replied, wasn't hard. ur detective friend is hot u know. Amy.
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Sherlock
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond/DI Lestrade.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Prompt: Amy Pond/Lestrade, he tells her that she doesn't have to kiss him but that's her job (and besides, she wants to) (at comment_fic)
Summary: Someone hires Amy as a 'kissogram' for Lestrade. Lestrade has a crisis of conscience and Amy has a talk with him.
~~~
When the redhead girl walked into the bar, he thought for half a second that she was a police officer, a WPC. Then he got a better look at her, and saw that her skirt was far too short to be regulation, and while the uniform looked legit from a distance it was obvious, close up, that it wasn't.
Which meant that an attractive girl in a police officer's costume was walking up to him, and he wasn't sure he liked where this was going.
“Someone order a kissogram?” The girl said. Her eyes met his, “Are you Inspector Lestrade?”
He nodded. He wasn't sure he trusted himself to talk.
“Well, someone must like you.” She looked around. “Want a kiss, Inspector?”
Lestrade swallowed. “Uh... no. It's all right, you don't have to. Whoever sent you.. they were playing a joke on me.”
“Yeah? You'd be surprised how many people use me to play jokes on their friends. I'm Amy, by the way.”
“He's not a friend, exactly... look, Amy, you're a lovely girl but you don't have to do anything...”
She looked at him quizzically for a moment, glanced around the room, and back to him. “It's really busy in here... how about we go somewhere quieter? Just to talk, if you want,” she added when she saw his expression.
“...all right,” he said, as he followed her outside.
They ended up sitting on a bench in the square opposite the bar. “So, this not-really-a-friend, what's the story with him?”
“He's someone who I... work with. Usually he just makes life difficult for me.”
“By sending you kissograms?”
“Not usually, no, this is new.”
“Nice to know,” Amy said with a shrug. “You know, Inspector, if you did want me to kiss you... it'd be all right. I wouldn't mind or anything.”
“I... appreciate that, but it wouldn't feel right. You're young enough to be my daughter!”
“And? Maybe I like older men,” she said with a smirk.
He didn't know what to say to that. She sighed. “OK, let's try something. An experiment. You, Inspector, stay where you are and shut your eyes. And keep them shut.”
He did what she said without thinking about it. She got up from the bench and he felt her sit on his lap. Then she leant forward, and she was kissing him, and suddenly he forgot all the reasons he'd been giving himself for not doing this.
Eventually she leant back, and said, “Open your eyes now, Inspector.”
He did.
“That wasn't so bad, was it?”
“Um...”
“I'll take that as a compliment,” she said as she stood up. “Now, I've got to run, I'm meant to be meeting someone in a bit. But it was nice meeting you.”
She took a small notebook from her pocket, scribbled something quickly, and tore out the page before handing it to him. Lestrade looked at the paper. It was her phone number. He looked back up at her, and she smiled.
“Just in case you want to get together. For another chat, yeah?”
“All right.”
“Bye, Inspector,” she said, giving him a little wave as she walked off.
**
Amy waited until she was out of sight of the bench before she took out her phone to send a text.
u owe me 4 this, detective boy. Amy.
Only seconds later her phone beeped and she read the reply.
Lestrade took the bait? SH
She rolled her eyes, and replied, wasn't hard. ur detective friend is hot u know. Amy.