All to Myself (Drabble Project, Day 324)
Nov. 21st, 2012 04:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemur"D'you miss it?" he asked her.
"D'you miss it?" Rory asks one day.
Amy has no need to ask what he's talking about. "Sometimes," she says, and rolls to face him. "Admit it, you do too."
He nods, and tries to figure out how to break the awkward silence. Before he has a chance to make a hash of it, Amy scoots up close and pillows her head on his shoulder. "Then there are times like this," she says, "where it's nice to lie in bed and listen to the rain, and to know that I'll have you all to myself for the next fifty years."
"D'you miss it?" Rory asks one day.
Amy has no need to ask what he's talking about. "Sometimes," she says, and rolls to face him. "Admit it, you do too."
He nods, and tries to figure out how to break the awkward silence. Before he has a chance to make a hash of it, Amy scoots up close and pillows her head on his shoulder. "Then there are times like this," she says, "where it's nice to lie in bed and listen to the rain, and to know that I'll have you all to myself for the next fifty years."
