"Bunk beds." Amy sighed "Still with the bunk beds."

She and her new husband had just finally convinced the Doctor to let the Orient Express wait until morning with a couple complaints of 'it's been a long day' and 'we're tried from all the dancing' and 'the reboot of the universe really takes it out of ya', only to find their shared room in the Tardis exactly as it had been when Rory first began traveling with them.

"I figured he was maybe being old fashioned before, but we're married now. He can't possibly think..."

"Who knows what he thinks, Amy. This is the Doctor we're talking about." Rory concluded.

Amy shrugged "Well, I guess we'll have to make do." With that she pulled Rory towards her, pressing her lips to his and making their way over to the bottom bunk with a giggle. She lay Rory down on the bed and attempted to climb over him, but her dress took up far too much of the small space. She ended up losing her balance and knocking her shoulder against the bunk above her.

Amy got up with a huff. "This has to go." She announced, unzipping her wedding dress and letting it fall to the floor.

Rory stood up from the bed to take in the view of his new wife, now only clothed in simple white bridal lingerie. "You are so beautiful." He let out with a sigh.

"You're not too bad yourself, Mr Pond." Amy laughed, pulling Rory towards her by his tie. She shucked off his suit jacket and vest before pulling him down on top of her on the bottom bunk once more. He knocked his head on the way down. "Oh, sorry Rory." Amy winced, but Rory shook his head to tell her not to worry about it and then they were kissing once again.

This went on for a while longer, and their hand ran along each other bodies, and their mouths met each others over and over again before leaving to explore necks and collar bones instead. Amy had managed to get off all of Rory's outer layers before he asked "Wait, do you have protection?"

"Of course I don't." Amy gasped, already a bit out of breath. "Where would I be keeping it? Wedding dresses don't have pockets, you know."

"Well I don't have any on me." Rory sighed. He paused a moment to think. "…You don't figure the Doctor…?"

"This is the Doctor we're talking about." Amy huffed, copying Rory's earlier sentiment. She slumped back on the pillow behind her with a sense of defeat. She looked up in to Rory's eyes, his pupils still blown wide. The two stayed like this for a heated moment, breathing heavily with longing. "Oh for goodness sake, it's our wedding night!" Amy cried. "Can't we risk it just this once?"

Rory hesitated, but thankfully his sense didn't get the better of his as he swooped down to press himself to Amy once more. But before he could reach her, his head knocked painfully again the bunk above him. "This isn't working." He yelped.

Amy slid off the bed, dragging her slightly dizzy groom along with her. She propped herself up to sit on a wrung of the ladder and pulled Rory flush against her body, wrapping her long legs around his waist.

"Will this do?" She grinned.

"That is perfect."