Twelve Days ficlets, day nine

[rumpelsnorcack]

Title: Nine Sacks of Pipi
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 400
A/N: Pipi is a type of shellfish and I had no idea what to do with it until the ever lovely whirl_gig  made this suggestion and I ran with it.  She also did a great beta job on this one, but I ran out of time to carry through on all her suggestions so all the clunky writing and mistakes are still entirely my own.

 

'You're allergic to shellfish?  Why didn't you tell me?'  Rory's voice was amused as he tended to Amy.  Unwilling to admit why she hadn't said anything, she muttered something unintelligible and he smiled.  'You know I'm training to be a nurse; I could have helped.'  He finished smearing lotion on her arms, then carefully wrapped a bandage around the now-slimy limbs.

Amy sighed as she looked at him.  He was so dependable and earnest and Amy had suddenly found it weirdly attractive.  His brow was furrowed as he worked on her arm and she found herself wanting to reach out to him.  Before she could carry through on the impulse she shook her head.  Acting on impulse had landed her in this mess today.

'But you're not really a nurse, you idiot,' she said instead.  The look he gave her showed he knew she was keeping something from him.  Amy grimaced in response. 

A few hours earlier Amy'd had a great idea; so great that she had to put it into action right then and there.  Once she'd realised she found Rory kind of ... attractive, she'd been filled with frustration because he kept not acting on his interest.  After a little thought, she came up with the best idea to get him to actually do something about it.  Everyone knew shellfish was an aphrodisiac.  Ignoring her childhood allergy to it, Amy had set right out to create the perfect meal. 

When Rory had arrived he had gaped at the table and asked what was going on.  Forcing him into his seat, Amy had muttered something about an early Christmas dinner while scooping several of the shellfish onto his plate.  Clearly puzzled, but willing to play along, Rory started eating.  All had been going fine until Amy joined him.

Thinking back now, Amy realised that her plan was perhaps not the most well-thought out.  She was now red, blotchy and unattractive and had no show of making Rory act.  She sighed again. 

Rory was still bent over her arm, his fingers gentle as he tied her bandage.  Finally deciding to go with her impulse, Amy threw caution to the wind.  She grabbed his head and kissed him.  He was startled, but responded at once.

'What was that for?' he asked when she drew back.

'Merry Christmas, Rory,' she said, reflecting that some impulses were more worth acting on than others.

 

Comments

[promethia_tenk]

Aahahahahha! Oh, Amy, you idiot. Love it.

[rumpelsnorcack.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Once I got the idea I had a lot of fun with this. Originally Rory was going to have the reaction but then Amy barged in and it became all about her :D

[promethia_tenk]

She does tend to do that ;-)

[honeynoir.livejournal.com]

Oh, Amy! Lucky for her Rory has his skillz. :)

[rumpelsnorcack.livejournal.com]

Haha, yes. Someone like Amy is going to find a nurse quite a handy thing to have around :D

[lorelaisquared.livejournal.com]

Hee. This one still makes me giggle.