Scaredy Cat!
Title: Scaredy Cat!
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Amy/River
Rating: R for language and implied sexy times
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrow the characters to return them a little less ‘frustrated’ than they were!
Summary: Some things are just as scary no matter where in time and space they turn up!
“Amy will you stop laughing at me and just get it!” River shouted from her current position on top of the dressing table.
Amy, however, made no such move, still doubled over with laughter. They had been in the middle of a perfectly good make-out session when the blonde had suddenly jumped up off of her and the bed, and on top of the dresser, half dressed and terrified…of a spider.
“Amy,” River whined, not caring that she sounded childish. “If you don’t get it it’s going to move, and then hide, and then you won’t be able to find it! And if you can’t find it, I am not sleeping in here!” she shouted, getting annoyed now.
“I can’t believe you,” she paused, looking at River, still standing on the dresser in her jeans and bra. “Are afraid of that.” She pointed to the spider still sitting on the bed.
“Well believe it!” River told her, her tone having none of its usual playfulness to it. “Just kill it!”
“But it’s only an itty-bitty spider. Nothing compared to the big, strong, amazing River Song,” teased Amy, coming to stand in front of her, and being shorter than her for the first time in her life thanks to the desk River refused to move from.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” the blonde smirked, leaning down as if to kiss her, but then stopping just short of her lips. “When there’s not a spider in the room.”
Amy sighed, narrowing her eyes in a mock glare. “Fine, where is the tiny little thing?” She turned back towards the bed, only to find it completely spider free. “Oh.”
“See you lost it,” said River, standing back up to her full height on the desk, as far away from the floor as she could get, since that was probably where the spider was now.
“Just come back to bed,” smiled Amy. “It’ll have run away and hid. It won’t bother us.” She reclined on the bed, biting her lip and flicking open another button on her shirt in the hopes of tempting her lover to join her, and take her mind off the missing arachnid.
“I’m not moving till you find it,” said River sternly, clearly meaning it.
Amy sighed, sitting back up. “You’ll go face to face with a Dalek and yet a little spider has you jumping on furniture?”
“Daleks don’t have eight legs!” River retorted, knowing exactly how pathetic she was sounding, and for once not caring on bit. She was scared of spiders, and that was that. She would save the universe another day to make up for it. “Please just find it Amy.”
With a further sigh, Amy pushed herself up off of the bed. She had to admit it. There was something adorable about scaredy cat River. She wasn’t fighting her every step of the way when she offered help. No, scaredy River was asking for it. She was even saying please.
“What the hell is all the noise about?” demanded the Doctor, suddenly swinging open the door, rubbing tired eyes like a five year old. “Some people are actually trying to sleep.” He looked around the room, taking in the sight in front of him. He tilted his head at River, who he deemed to be acting most strangely.
“Spider,” was the only explanation she offered.
“You’re still afraid of the little things?” he asked, shaking his head.
She narrowed her eyes in a glare, silently warning him not to poke fun.
“You know her phobias?” asked Amy, once again feeling slightly the odd one out. It still irked her that even although she was the one River loved, and would turn to for all things that didn’t require Time Lord expertise, that the Doctor could step in and somehow know these intimate little details.
“Phobia is a little strong,” chided River, only to have two pairs of disbelieving eyes turn to look at her. She was about to make a further retort, but on assessing her current position and clothing situation, thought the better of it and kept her mouth shut.
“Yes, well,” mumbled the Doctor, as seemed to be his custom before forming any sort of conclusion. “I know she hates spiders and isn’t a bit fan of needles but then who is? Horrible pointy things. Asides from helping prevent horrible diseases they don’t have very many pleasant-.“ His ramble was cut off mid stream by a very un-River-like squeak. He and Amy turned to see River, now practically huddled against the wall, pointing towards a spot on the floor.
Amy looked to where her lover was pointing and was about to step on the offending creature when she realised she was barefoot, and let her own squeamishness halt her, making her pause to look around for something to whack it with. Grabbing her own half-read book from the bedside table she moved to hit the spider, but again found the spot empty.
“It’s under the bed,” River told her, not sounding in the least amused.
Amy turned to face her, unable not to smile at the quite frankly adorable pout that had settled on River’s lips. “I’ll get it,” she reassured her, getting down on all fours to start the impossible search for the tiny spider underneath the huge queen-size bed.
“If it means you stop shouting I’ll help,” said the Doctor, getting down on the floor on the opposite side of the bed from Amy.
As the pair searched, River contended herself with enjoying the rather fine view she had of Amy’s rear as the red head continued her search for the elusive little critter. When Amy suddenly withdrew from underneath the bed, River didn’t even try to hide the fact that she had been appreciating the view she had had. The younger woman simply smiled back at her. She had always liked the odd mix of explicitness and boldness that was always tapered by a never departing elegance. That, and it was always nice to have someone not afraid to openly appreciate you. “Do you have a torch?” she asked, fully realizing how primitive a piece of technology she was asking for, but not knowing quite what else could be more suitable for the task at hand. When River motioned to the bedside table she wasn’t in the least surprised. The woman had everything from throwing knives to mascara in there. Pulling open the drawer and rummaging around, she found what she was looking for, a tiny little torch around the size of a keyring. Flashing a quick smile at River, who was now sitting cross legged on the desk, keeping her legs well away from the floor, Amy returned to her search, now made much easier by the fact that there was some light on the subject. Of course, there was still the difficulty of the innumerable boxes and other assorted items which River had decided to store under the bed.
The longer River sat on the desk, the more childish her demand seemed to be. The spider had been pretty small…but then every time she thought about just going back to bed, her skin would crawl at the thought that that eight-legged little freak would reappear and possibly crawl over her. Disturbed by the Doctor scrabbling around, River looked up from where her gaze had been burning a hole into the back pocket of Amy’s favourite denim skirt. She watched his hand grasp the empty glass which had been sitting on the bedside table on that side and then disappear back under the bed again. Two minutes later and he was scrabbling backwards, the glass upside down against his flattened hand, the spider now looking decidedly magnified in its glass prison. Amy scrambled out of the other side of the bed, wanting confirmation that River would finally be coming off of the desk and back to bed.
River watched as the Doctor inspected the spider, his slightly reddened face almost pressed up against the glass as he looked at it closely. Too closely for River’s taste. She saw his cheeky grin and anticipated his actions before he even moved, promptly standing up on the desk and backing away from him. “Don’t you dare!” she warned, her voice a low growl.
Clearly the Doctor was either going mad from exhaustion, or was bored of his existence as last of the living Time Lords as he advanced towards the blonde, arms, and so spider outstretched. “Only fair for keeping me from my sleep and for making me face what’s under your bed!”
Stepping between her lover and the Doctor, Amy raised her eyebrows at him, telling him he really should think about leaving very very soon, and taking his new little eight legged friend with him.
“I’ll leave you to, well..” the Doctor trailed off, nodding towards them, indicating their current state of undress, which neither had tried to sort upon him entering. It wasn’t surprising really. He had barged in on far more compromising situations, and been told in far less polite terms to leave. “Yes, well, me and Frank and going now.”
“Frank?” River laughed.
“Yes.” The Doctor raised the glass, indicating the spider. “Frank, who I might just keep around to reassure myself that you’re not as invincible as you like to think you are.” And with that, he was gone, chatting happily to his new acquaintance, and kicking the door closed behind him.
Amy watched him go, slightly bemused by his fascination over what looked to her, to be a common household spider. Then again, she reasoned, ‘common household spiders’ were probably not that common on the TARDIS. All sense of reasonable thought drifted from her mind, however, as she felt a warm pair of arms settle around her neck, and a seductive whisper warm her ear. “Mmm, my hero,” grinned River, her fingers toying with the buttons on the front of Amy’s shirt that had not yet been undone.
The red head turned in her loose embrace, a smirk on her face. “Hero, huh? Is that because I saved big scaredy cat River from the evil spider and the Doctor who tried to attack you with him?”
“Big scaredy cat?” smirked River, eyebrow raised.
“Okay, so maybe my little sex kitten,” grinned Amy, leaning forward to kiss River, who wrapped her legs around the younger woman, pulling her closer.
“Hmm, I think I can deal with that,” smiled River, her green eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I don’t even mind the claws,” said Amy, making them both grin at the memory of the Doctor asking where on Earth, or indeed the Universe did Amy get the scratches (that she had so tactfully forgotten to hide) on her back?
“Is that so?” smirked River, teasingly raking her nails across the back of Amy’s shirt. She was delighted when Amy promptly lifted her from the desk, carrying her over to the bed where she deposited a giggling River, and crawled seductively up her torso.
“And I do like it when you purr,” grinned Amy, lowering her lips to the blonde’s in a searing kiss that promised to be only the start of their night. “But before you do, what exactly did the Doctor mean by facing what’s under the bed?” asked Amy, her curiosity having been piqued by the fact the Doctor was blushing when he returned from under the bed. “All that was on my side was a load of old boxes and some shoes.”
“Must mean he got the exciting side then,” grinned River, pulling Amy down for another kiss.
“Exciting, huh?” asked the red head on pulling back.
“Well, you certainly get excited whenever you see it,” chuckled River, her tone and the suggestive look on River’s face telling her exactly what was under that side of the bed.
“You keep that stuff under your bed?” laughed Amy, thinking of the box she used to have, at the back of her closet, in a bag, in an old rucksack, under a pile of shoes.
“I’m scared of spiders, Amy, not of someone looking under my bed and discovering I have a thing for black lace and sharable sex toys,” River told her, blunt as ever, as she leant up to capture Amy’s lips in a kiss that ended with a little nip to her bottom lip. “Now, if you’re quite finished discussing what I keep under my bed, I’d quite like to get back to being your little sex kitten.”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Amy/River
Rating: R for language and implied sexy times
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrow the characters to return them a little less ‘frustrated’ than they were!
Summary: Some things are just as scary no matter where in time and space they turn up!
“Amy will you stop laughing at me and just get it!” River shouted from her current position on top of the dressing table.
Amy, however, made no such move, still doubled over with laughter. They had been in the middle of a perfectly good make-out session when the blonde had suddenly jumped up off of her and the bed, and on top of the dresser, half dressed and terrified…of a spider.
“Amy,” River whined, not caring that she sounded childish. “If you don’t get it it’s going to move, and then hide, and then you won’t be able to find it! And if you can’t find it, I am not sleeping in here!” she shouted, getting annoyed now.
“I can’t believe you,” she paused, looking at River, still standing on the dresser in her jeans and bra. “Are afraid of that.” She pointed to the spider still sitting on the bed.
“Well believe it!” River told her, her tone having none of its usual playfulness to it. “Just kill it!”
“But it’s only an itty-bitty spider. Nothing compared to the big, strong, amazing River Song,” teased Amy, coming to stand in front of her, and being shorter than her for the first time in her life thanks to the desk River refused to move from.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” the blonde smirked, leaning down as if to kiss her, but then stopping just short of her lips. “When there’s not a spider in the room.”
Amy sighed, narrowing her eyes in a mock glare. “Fine, where is the tiny little thing?” She turned back towards the bed, only to find it completely spider free. “Oh.”
“See you lost it,” said River, standing back up to her full height on the desk, as far away from the floor as she could get, since that was probably where the spider was now.
“Just come back to bed,” smiled Amy. “It’ll have run away and hid. It won’t bother us.” She reclined on the bed, biting her lip and flicking open another button on her shirt in the hopes of tempting her lover to join her, and take her mind off the missing arachnid.
“I’m not moving till you find it,” said River sternly, clearly meaning it.
Amy sighed, sitting back up. “You’ll go face to face with a Dalek and yet a little spider has you jumping on furniture?”
“Daleks don’t have eight legs!” River retorted, knowing exactly how pathetic she was sounding, and for once not caring on bit. She was scared of spiders, and that was that. She would save the universe another day to make up for it. “Please just find it Amy.”
With a further sigh, Amy pushed herself up off of the bed. She had to admit it. There was something adorable about scaredy cat River. She wasn’t fighting her every step of the way when she offered help. No, scaredy River was asking for it. She was even saying please.
“What the hell is all the noise about?” demanded the Doctor, suddenly swinging open the door, rubbing tired eyes like a five year old. “Some people are actually trying to sleep.” He looked around the room, taking in the sight in front of him. He tilted his head at River, who he deemed to be acting most strangely.
“Spider,” was the only explanation she offered.
“You’re still afraid of the little things?” he asked, shaking his head.
She narrowed her eyes in a glare, silently warning him not to poke fun.
“You know her phobias?” asked Amy, once again feeling slightly the odd one out. It still irked her that even although she was the one River loved, and would turn to for all things that didn’t require Time Lord expertise, that the Doctor could step in and somehow know these intimate little details.
“Phobia is a little strong,” chided River, only to have two pairs of disbelieving eyes turn to look at her. She was about to make a further retort, but on assessing her current position and clothing situation, thought the better of it and kept her mouth shut.
“Yes, well,” mumbled the Doctor, as seemed to be his custom before forming any sort of conclusion. “I know she hates spiders and isn’t a bit fan of needles but then who is? Horrible pointy things. Asides from helping prevent horrible diseases they don’t have very many pleasant-.“ His ramble was cut off mid stream by a very un-River-like squeak. He and Amy turned to see River, now practically huddled against the wall, pointing towards a spot on the floor.
Amy looked to where her lover was pointing and was about to step on the offending creature when she realised she was barefoot, and let her own squeamishness halt her, making her pause to look around for something to whack it with. Grabbing her own half-read book from the bedside table she moved to hit the spider, but again found the spot empty.
“It’s under the bed,” River told her, not sounding in the least amused.
Amy turned to face her, unable not to smile at the quite frankly adorable pout that had settled on River’s lips. “I’ll get it,” she reassured her, getting down on all fours to start the impossible search for the tiny spider underneath the huge queen-size bed.
“If it means you stop shouting I’ll help,” said the Doctor, getting down on the floor on the opposite side of the bed from Amy.
As the pair searched, River contended herself with enjoying the rather fine view she had of Amy’s rear as the red head continued her search for the elusive little critter. When Amy suddenly withdrew from underneath the bed, River didn’t even try to hide the fact that she had been appreciating the view she had had. The younger woman simply smiled back at her. She had always liked the odd mix of explicitness and boldness that was always tapered by a never departing elegance. That, and it was always nice to have someone not afraid to openly appreciate you. “Do you have a torch?” she asked, fully realizing how primitive a piece of technology she was asking for, but not knowing quite what else could be more suitable for the task at hand. When River motioned to the bedside table she wasn’t in the least surprised. The woman had everything from throwing knives to mascara in there. Pulling open the drawer and rummaging around, she found what she was looking for, a tiny little torch around the size of a keyring. Flashing a quick smile at River, who was now sitting cross legged on the desk, keeping her legs well away from the floor, Amy returned to her search, now made much easier by the fact that there was some light on the subject. Of course, there was still the difficulty of the innumerable boxes and other assorted items which River had decided to store under the bed.
The longer River sat on the desk, the more childish her demand seemed to be. The spider had been pretty small…but then every time she thought about just going back to bed, her skin would crawl at the thought that that eight-legged little freak would reappear and possibly crawl over her. Disturbed by the Doctor scrabbling around, River looked up from where her gaze had been burning a hole into the back pocket of Amy’s favourite denim skirt. She watched his hand grasp the empty glass which had been sitting on the bedside table on that side and then disappear back under the bed again. Two minutes later and he was scrabbling backwards, the glass upside down against his flattened hand, the spider now looking decidedly magnified in its glass prison. Amy scrambled out of the other side of the bed, wanting confirmation that River would finally be coming off of the desk and back to bed.
River watched as the Doctor inspected the spider, his slightly reddened face almost pressed up against the glass as he looked at it closely. Too closely for River’s taste. She saw his cheeky grin and anticipated his actions before he even moved, promptly standing up on the desk and backing away from him. “Don’t you dare!” she warned, her voice a low growl.
Clearly the Doctor was either going mad from exhaustion, or was bored of his existence as last of the living Time Lords as he advanced towards the blonde, arms, and so spider outstretched. “Only fair for keeping me from my sleep and for making me face what’s under your bed!”
Stepping between her lover and the Doctor, Amy raised her eyebrows at him, telling him he really should think about leaving very very soon, and taking his new little eight legged friend with him.
“I’ll leave you to, well..” the Doctor trailed off, nodding towards them, indicating their current state of undress, which neither had tried to sort upon him entering. It wasn’t surprising really. He had barged in on far more compromising situations, and been told in far less polite terms to leave. “Yes, well, me and Frank and going now.”
“Frank?” River laughed.
“Yes.” The Doctor raised the glass, indicating the spider. “Frank, who I might just keep around to reassure myself that you’re not as invincible as you like to think you are.” And with that, he was gone, chatting happily to his new acquaintance, and kicking the door closed behind him.
Amy watched him go, slightly bemused by his fascination over what looked to her, to be a common household spider. Then again, she reasoned, ‘common household spiders’ were probably not that common on the TARDIS. All sense of reasonable thought drifted from her mind, however, as she felt a warm pair of arms settle around her neck, and a seductive whisper warm her ear. “Mmm, my hero,” grinned River, her fingers toying with the buttons on the front of Amy’s shirt that had not yet been undone.
The red head turned in her loose embrace, a smirk on her face. “Hero, huh? Is that because I saved big scaredy cat River from the evil spider and the Doctor who tried to attack you with him?”
“Big scaredy cat?” smirked River, eyebrow raised.
“Okay, so maybe my little sex kitten,” grinned Amy, leaning forward to kiss River, who wrapped her legs around the younger woman, pulling her closer.
“Hmm, I think I can deal with that,” smiled River, her green eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I don’t even mind the claws,” said Amy, making them both grin at the memory of the Doctor asking where on Earth, or indeed the Universe did Amy get the scratches (that she had so tactfully forgotten to hide) on her back?
“Is that so?” smirked River, teasingly raking her nails across the back of Amy’s shirt. She was delighted when Amy promptly lifted her from the desk, carrying her over to the bed where she deposited a giggling River, and crawled seductively up her torso.
“And I do like it when you purr,” grinned Amy, lowering her lips to the blonde’s in a searing kiss that promised to be only the start of their night. “But before you do, what exactly did the Doctor mean by facing what’s under the bed?” asked Amy, her curiosity having been piqued by the fact the Doctor was blushing when he returned from under the bed. “All that was on my side was a load of old boxes and some shoes.”
“Must mean he got the exciting side then,” grinned River, pulling Amy down for another kiss.
“Exciting, huh?” asked the red head on pulling back.
“Well, you certainly get excited whenever you see it,” chuckled River, her tone and the suggestive look on River’s face telling her exactly what was under that side of the bed.
“You keep that stuff under your bed?” laughed Amy, thinking of the box she used to have, at the back of her closet, in a bag, in an old rucksack, under a pile of shoes.
“I’m scared of spiders, Amy, not of someone looking under my bed and discovering I have a thing for black lace and sharable sex toys,” River told her, blunt as ever, as she leant up to capture Amy’s lips in a kiss that ended with a little nip to her bottom lip. “Now, if you’re quite finished discussing what I keep under my bed, I’d quite like to get back to being your little sex kitten.”