Just a normal bloke from Leadworth

“Ah. Fancy a bit of tea, something to nibble on? Besides me, I mean. A Saturday cuddled up and reading sounds a pretty good deal to me.” Anything, he thought, to distract him from the temptation of jumping her bones then and there.

Rory watched that stretch, taking in every movement of every muscle and soft curve. Growling deep in his throat, he grinned and turned for the kitchen. Some little time later he returned, tea and snacking goodies on a tray. “Sweets for the sweet, m’dear. Enjoy.”

“Ah. Fancy a bit of tea, something to nibble on? Besides me, I mean. A Saturday cuddled up and reading sounds a pretty good deal to me.” Anything, he thought, to distract him from the temptation of jumping her bones then and there.

Rory blinked and frowned. “Left you? Amy, what are you on about? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Rory couldn’t believe the perfection in front of him. Full, firm and oh so luscious. Reaaching down in wonder, a free hand teased and flicked at one erect nipple while his lips and tongue went to work on the other. Her pale skin goosepimpled and oh, those little sounds she was making. “So damn sexy,” he murmured against her taut flesh.

He had to grin. “You haven’t changed. Working myself to the bone, and yes I know you hate it when I do that. But I save lives, Gwen. Being a doctor now, it’s what I do. But - for you - I promise I’lll try and do better. Okay? Fair enough?” All that said, he took her in his arms and held her close. Being around Gwen again felt like an enormous weight was gone from his shoulders. “I missed this,” he mumbled into her hair.

"Yeah, please don’t work tha’ much, darling. Y’know how badly it can make you ill from lack of sleep and the gain of fatigue." She wrapped her arms around him, and snuggled up against him. "I missed you a whole lot, been too long. Far, far, far too long." Brushing a bit of his hair from his face and rested her hand on his cheek.

"What happened to us, Gwen? Do you even remember why we split up or was it just us being stubborn?" More like him being stubborn about Torchwood, if he were honest with himself. "I feel such an idiot. I had a gift, right there in front of me, and I never appreciated you like you should have been. God, I missed you."

He knew better.  Maybe there wasn’t seem awful emergency but something was clearly bothering her. “You know me, Gwen. I worry, especially about you.” Brushing a thumb across her cheek, he leaned in with a smile and touched her forehead with his. “I missed you, too. There’s not been a day I haven’t missed you, comes to that. Guess we just had to work things out in our own time, yeah?”

The Welshwoman was in a black and white dress, her heels as white as paper. She was dressed up because she always had to feel beautiful, even in her silence and her need to keep hidden. The Hub provided as a home, even in it’s rebuild, did wonders for her. It gave a small home for her, allowing her more things than in Cardiff. Feeling his forehead to hers, there was a big smile. “Yeah, I agree. How have you been? I hope not working too much, yeah?”

He had to grin. "You haven't changed. Working myself to the bone, and yes I know you hate it when I do that. But I save lives, Gwen. Being a doctor now, it's what I do. But - for you - I promise I'lll try and do better. Okay? Fair enough?" All that said, he took her in his arms and held her close. Being around Gwen again felt like an enormous weight was gone from his shoulders. "I missed this," he mumbled into her hair.

Him? “Big Nose” Williams with Rose bleedin’ Tyler? The touch of her lips was magic, and lent even further to the air of unreality. “You, Rose Tyler, can have me any way you like. S’long as I get to feel that mouth of yours on me, and trust me I will return the favor.” It almost sounded as if somebody else was speaking. He couldn’t believe he was saying any of this, but then he couldn’t believe any of this was happening, so why not go with it? “Lucky, lucky bloke, me.”

No matter her protestations of being okay, Rory found himself hurrying. There was just something about her voice that bothered him and so he made all speed for the Hub. He found himself fidgeting in the lift on the way down and couldn’t see her immediately when he arrived. “Gwen?” he called. “Gwen, it’s me.”

It had been months since they even spoke, Gwen stepped forward. Her stilettos clicking on the concrete flooring and she showed her face. “Eh, hey you. Been awhile —” It had been forever since she had seen much of anybody as well. Gwendolyn Cooper stayed a lot in seclusion for safety reasons. “Ror— see, ‘m okay.”

He knew better.  Maybe there wasn't seem awful emergency but something was clearly bothering her. "You know me, Gwen. I worry, especially about you." Brushing a thumb across her cheek, he leaned in with a smile and touched her forehead with his. "I missed you, too. There's not been a day I haven't missed you, comes to that. Guess we just had to work things out in our own time, yeah?"