Word Count: 11,466
Author's Summary: Who makes the first move?
Warnings: Explicit sex
Recc'ed because: Do we have a fandom term for "smart smut"? (Smurt?-- No, no, that's horrible. Never mind). Anyway, whatever you call it, this fic has it, in spades. It's totally hot, bordering on a voyeuristic kind of kink, but only just, and the thing is, it's completely in character for the eventual threesome to evolve that way. It's inventive and gorgeously written; pocketmouse weaves the relationship non-linearly among past and present stories, misadventures, rescues, wry humor, and poignant character studies of all three of the main characters. Brilliant work, really. Save it for home; it's completely NSFW, but do go read it.
It's no accident when he catches them going at it in the library. Especially with the way Rory's hand doesn't unthread from Amy's skirt, and she's so achingly slow to do up the buttons on her shirt. Amy grins at him, and Rory stares with a look of open curiosity.
He doesn't know what to say back.
Really he should say no.
Really he should stop watching.
He gets distracted from his own game of 'spot my influences' at a spaceport sculpture garden watching the two of them. The thin amber lights of the artificial sunset halo Rory and Amy, bent over a waist-high sculpture, a simple cube, its metal sides acid-etched in intricate patterns, a forest of right angles and shadows. They're completely caught up in what they're doing, they may as well have forgotten that he's here. And they're beautiful, glowing golden in their exploration, that simple energy humans have, that fascinates him.
He wants to touch, but he's afraid of sullying that spark. He is too much like them, he's been told, time and again, yet here he is afraid of turning them into something like him. And they wouldn't even understand it if he told them. He thinks of Chameleon Arches and pain tearing through his heart. The transformation really only works one way. He thinks of looking at himself across a stretch of empty beach. He can't be the things he wants to be.