Amy Pond

Westley could feel himself smile at the simplicity of taking photos in a photo booth. It was such a simple thing, but photos were what helped to build memories. When she pressed the button and started the timer, and as it reached zero, did as the young women had said and made a silly face.

Amy stuck her tongue out for the first photo, and for the next one, she wrapped her arms tightly around Westley's body, pulling herself in as close as possible to him. On the third one, she gave him bunny ears, and then on the last one, she just gave the camera a bright smile. "So, what do you think?" she asked when the photoshoot was over.

“Photos,” she tried the word. “Well they’re very cool. I’d ask how they work but I’m sure it’s complicated.” She tossed her red hair softly. “Oh I’m from Earth! But not land. I live underwater usually. I was a mermaid!”

"It's all physics," Amy said, waving her hand at the machine. "But it's way more fun to think that it's just all magic, isn't it?" She winked. "Oh, you were a mermaid?! That's bloody brilliant. How did you end up here?"

The last photo probably showed Ariel’s jaw ajar, but she quickly smiled afterward. “Now what happens?!”

"Come with me," Amy said. She took Ariel's hand and moved them just outside the photo booth, to where the machine would spit the strip of photos out. "We just wait here a few more seconds until... there! Take a look!"

“Holy moly,” she breathed heavily, brows furrowed before looking back at the machine. “The human world is magic! I knew it!” She looked at the photos and then back at Amy. “That was fun!”

“Would you like to keep them?” Amy asked, “As a momento from the human world?” She grinned. “If that impresses you, then you don’t know what you’re in for here on Earth.”

“I’d love to,” Ariel agreed thankfully, taking the strip of.. “What are they called again? And what else would surprise me about life on land?”

“Photos,” Amy replied. “Or photographs, if you want to take way more time to say it when everyone knows what you mean when you say photos.” She leaned back against the side of the photo booth, her arms crossing her chest. “I suppose that depends. What sort of planet are you from?”

Amy lifted an eyebrow at the woman's hand on her waist. "Not something to drink?" she asked, and she took a step forward before mimicking the gesture, her hand coming to rest on Angel's waist as well. "What do you suggest, exactly?"

Angel's smirk widened when she felt the other's hand on her waist, her body curving to lean into the touch. "What I'm suggesting is definitely not for mixed audiences, if you're daring enough to find a dark corner with me," she murmured, shifting close enough so their bodies were nearly touching.

Lust flashed momentarily over Amy’s features, and she looked around them to see where the nearest dark corner might be. She closed the distance between them, pressing their abdomens together as she leaned in close to whisper in the other woman’s ear. “Show me.”

The Marquis was startled when he felt that hard pull on his hand, but then he grinned. Good, someone who liked to play hard. "I would be delighted, Mademoiselle" he said with a think French accent, but he couldn't contain his curiosity. "But what on Earth is a photo booth? Is it kinky?" He grinned.

"Wonderful!" Amy said, dragging him over to stop outside the booth. "This," she said, with proper dramatic flair, "is a photo booth. It's not inherently kinky, but it absolutely can be if the right sorts of people go inside it together."

The Marquis gladly let himself being dragged through the crows until they stood outside the device that young woman appeared so excited about. He looked curiously at the big box, with a black curtain hanging at the entrance, then he looked at her and grinned. "And do you think we are that right soft of people, Mademoiselle?" he asked her, taking her hand to help her inside.

“I think we might be,” Amy replied with a wicked grin. She winked at him then grabbed his hand and tugged him in through the curtain. “So that,” she said, pointing toward the camera, “is going to take photos of us however we want. It’s up to us how kinky those photos turn out.”

"I'm positive you can manage a photo booth," Amy said. "It's hardly as complicated as a TARDIS!" She sat down in the booth and pulled Westley in with her. The chair was barely large enough for both of them, and she scooted in close to his side. "Ready?"

"I do believe we are about to find out." He said, giving a small chuckle as she sat down and then pulled him in beside her. The seat barely fit the two of them, but they managed as the young women scooted closely beside him. "I am."

“Here we go, then!” Amy grinned at her companion before pushing the button on the photo booth to set the timer counting down. “Say cheese!”

The last photo probably showed Ariel’s jaw ajar, but she quickly smiled afterward. “Now what happens?!”

"Come with me," Amy said. She took Ariel's hand and moved them just outside the photo booth, to where the machine would spit the strip of photos out. "We just wait here a few more seconds until... there! Take a look!"

“Holy moly,” she breathed heavily, brows furrowed before looking back at the machine. “The human world is magic! I knew it!” She looked at the photos and then back at Amy. “That was fun!”

“Would you like to keep them?” Amy asked, “As a momento from the human world?” She grinned. “If that impresses you, then you don’t know what you’re in for here on Earth.”

The last photo probably showed Ariel’s jaw ajar, but she quickly smiled afterward. “Now what happens?!”

"Come with me," Amy said. She took Ariel's hand and moved them just outside the photo booth, to where the machine would spit the strip of photos out. "We just wait here a few more seconds until... there! Take a look!"

He instantly moved his fur lined hands, but laughed self-deprecatingly as she winked. The girl was obviously energetic, witty, and cheeky and probably not just in character. He held up his 'claws' for the first shot and opened his mouth as if he was going to eat her up for the second.

When Amy saw the Wild Thing's second pose, she automatically lifted her hands up to her face, her mouth opening wide. They were hardly a painting, but she hoped her expression did Edvard Munch proud. On the third photo, she turned her head a bit and stuck her tongue out at the beast.

It was quite the feat to get her sat on his lap. Together they filled the photo booth to capacity. Once she was settled on his lap, he wrapped an arm around her in a 'gentlemanly or monsterly' manner. "Not bad at all. You'll have to push the button though. I have my arms full."

Amy grinned at the Wild Thing as he put his hands on her. "Watch it," she warned sharply, though she winked a second later to show that she was joking. "Alright, I think I can manage that." She looked around and managed to push the button without too much difficulty, then leaned back and made her eyes go wide for the first shot.

The Wild Thing didn't understand that in the least, but there were a lot of things that were presently inexplicable. He shrugged and shimmied sideways into the booth only bumping his over-large head a couple of times, laughing each time. "All set!"

Amy waited patiently while the Wild Thing got into the photo booth. Well, mostly patiently. She tapped her foot and bounced from side to side just a little. Once he was in--and boy, it was a tight fit--she climbed inside, too. She threw both of her legs over his so that she was sitting horizontally on his lap. "That's not so bad now, is it?"

"You don't seem like you're too much of a lap full." He looked into the photo booth and made a show of assessing the dimensions. "I think it will work if we squoosh up."

"Oh, I have no problems squooshing," Amy replied, flinging her hair over her hair. "Though I usually prefer it when it's bigger on the inside." She grinned and held the curtain back. "You go first, and I'll climb in on top of you."

The Wild Thing grinned at the girl and nodded, though his assent wasn't apparently necessary as she took his hand and pulled him to the photo booth. "I'm pretty big. Do you think I'll fit?" he asked eying the booth doubtfully. Maybe this very large costume was a mistake.

Amy looked between the Wild Thing and the photo booth. "It'll be a tight squeeze, but I think we can make it. How do you feel about a lap full of me?"

Tilting her head, she sidled closer to the other, her intentions pretty obvious. "Well, it's not something to drink, necessarily, but it could also prove a powerful aphrodisiac," she hinted, daring to reach out and rest her hand lightly on Amy's waist.

Amy lifted an eyebrow at the woman's hand on her waist. "Not something to drink?" she asked, and she took a step forward before mimicking the gesture, her hand coming to rest on Angel's waist as well. "What do you suggest, exactly?"

"Well thanks sweetheart!" Gwen adjusted her hood on the top of her head, giving her whole look a twirl. With a tug she followed the other to the photo booth. "Let's do it!"

Amy grinned at the nickname. "It fits you well." She stopped next to the booth and looked between the curtained entrance and the table of props. "What do you think we should do?"

Westley might not have fully understood the woman's remark but did suspect she was speaking of the unfortunate situation Westley was in. "I don't see why not," Westley told her as he allowed her to guide him in the direction of the photo booth. "I do believe I can handle that."

"I'm positive you can manage a photo booth," Amy said. "It's hardly as complicated as a TARDIS!" She sat down in the booth and pulled Westley in with her. The chair was barely large enough for both of them, and she scooted in close to his side. "Ready?"

“Ready!” Ariel put the spider on her shoulder and looked at the camera, making a silly face and laughing before they hit another pose.

Amy continued to make funny faces throughout the series of photos, and on the final one, she turned her head and pressed her lips to Ariel's cheek, curious to see what the other woman's expression would be in the final photo.