SUMMARY: It's Amy's turn to play Raggedy Doctor, and Rory enjoys it a whole lot more than anyone could have imagined – especially the Doctor.
WARNING: Strong sex scene.
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Rory rubbed his prick languidly through the satin sheets – tonight was going to be a good night.
The TARDIS had landed somewhere dangerous earlier that day. There had been explosions, homicidal monsters and an awful lot of running. The time-travelling trio had barely escaped with their lives.
Now it was time for Rory's favourite part of every life-threatening adventure, something that Rory liked to call "Yay, We Survived Sex".
In the long run, Yay We Survived Sex had greatly improved Rory's general attitude to the Doctor's adventures, although it had precipitated Rory's unfortunate habit of becoming hard at the first sign of mortal peril.
Rory was hard now, lying naked in bed as he waited for Amy to finish getting ready. She'd promised to wear the Police Woman outfit the next time they miraculously managed to cheat death – Rory's groin tightened in anticipation.
"Are you ready yet?" Rory called impatiently, his cock jerking as though in haughty agreement.
"Yes, Rory." Amy's Scottish lilt rang out from their bathroom. "Just let me get dressed and we can… oh."
"Oh?" Rory sat up urgently in bed. That did not sound like a good 'Oh'.
"Erm, Rory. I hate to tell you this, but I think we made a mistake with the laundry. I can't wear the police outfit."
Rory's face fell. "But… but you promised you'd dress up…"
To his annoyance, Amy laughed. "Oh, I can still dress up, but I doubt you'll like it very much." There was a teasing note in her voice that piqued Rory's curiosity.
"Try me." Rory challenged, wondering how his wife was going to emerge from the bathroom. Maybe the outfit shrunk, he thought hopefully, his hand straying to his lap again.
"Okay, I'm coming out." Amy sounded like she was barely containing her laughter. Rory saw the door open, and what he saw next made his jaw drop.
Amelia Pond was fully clad in one of the Doctor's tweed suits. Everything from his little red bowtie, to his size ten shoes. She had even bundled up her hair inside that ludicrous fez.
"Well?" Amy husked, leaning against the doorframe in a parody of seduction.
Rory couldn't help it – he burst out laughing.
"Oi!" Amy laughed, crawling onto the bed so she could snag one of the fluffy pillows to use as a weapon against her husband, who surely looked far sillier than her, naked and giggling as he was. Rory, sensing the attack, seized his wife's wrists, initiating some playful wrestling that somehow ended the way their fights always did – with their mouths pressed against each other.
"Mm," Amy smirked, swinging her leg round to straddle Rory's waist. He was still semi-hard from before, and Amy deliberately put her weight against it, eliciting a surprised noise from her husband. "Are you sure you're not liking this, Rory?" she teased, moving her hips in a circle.
"Amy," Rory grunted again as her deliberately sexual movements caused his prick to stir to life again. The seat of the Doctor's tweed pants rubbed against his sensitive flesh, and for a brief moment Rory felt as though it were actually the Doctor gyrating against him.
"Fuck!" Rory hissed as that thought made his hips buck forwards suddenly. Where the hell had that come from?
Amy giggled, seemingly unaware of the seeds she had planted in her husbands mind. "Mmm, I just bet there's some sexual tension there you'd like to explore." She taunted. Amy concentrated on smoothing out her Scottish accent into an English one, and whispered lowly in Rory's ear "Isn't there, Mr Pond?"
Rory gasped and drove his hips upwards, his hands clutching at the Doctor's tweed jacket. Amy's eyes widened as she felt Rory's full erection poke her deliberately, and she felt a jolt of excitement in her loins as she realised the effect her teasing was having on her husband.
"Oh my God," Amy breathed, her legs clamping tighter around Rory as wet warmth started pooling between her legs. "You really are enjoying this, aren't you?"
Rory didn't answer at first, his face pressed into her lapels as he breathed heavily.
Then…
"Keep going."
A wicked smile broke over Amy's face as Rory's hands travelled up her back, along the rough fabric of the Doctor's jacket. "Anything you say, Mr Pond." She whispered in that English accent, gyrating her hips again, earning a full-fledged moan from Rory who had taken to fussing with the outfit, toying with the suspenders and fiddling with the little red bow tie. The outfit, despite having been washed, still smelled vaguely like the Doctor, like tea and jammy dodgers, like time and space and some other vague scent that could only be described as 'Doctor-y' and fuck if Rory kept thinking like this, the game was not going to last long.
"Can I fuck you?" Rory breathed, kneading Amy's arse with his hands and imagining whether fondling the Doctor's bottom for real would be as incredibly arousing as was pretending to.
Amy pressed her lips to Rory's ear and whispered in that voice, "Only if you promise not to tell your wife."
Rory snapped. With a sudden rush of arousal and adrenaline, he lifted Amy from his lap and deposited her roughly onto the bed. Amy grinned mischievously up at Rory for only a moment before she found herself being flipped onto her stomach.
"Oh, yes Rory…" Amy groaned, pulling herself on all fours as she realized what Rory was planning on doing. She could feel her husbands weight drape over her back as he fumbled with the suspenders, and then the pants zipper. Rory did not pull her pants off all the way, but instead bought them down to rest, just under her perfect arse.
Rory took a good long look at the sight before him, his blood beating hotly in his veins – with her head dangling out of sight, there was little that distinguished Amy from the real Doctor. Rory stroked his cock once, twice, relishing the fantasy as he imagined the Doctor like this, bare-arsed and panting before him, awaiting the punishing drive of Rory's cock. Oh fuck, Rory grit his teeth and pulled Amy's pants just a little bit lower before lining up his dick and pushing forwards into tight, wet heat.
"Oh fuck," Rory groaned, stilling his hips and trying to stop from coming on the spot. When he had regained some control, he ground his hips purposefully against the milky-white arse pressed against him. Gods, that felt good.
Rory started to thrust, running his hands over and over the rough tweed material. He could feel himself unravelling with every delicious re-entry, feeling as though he were on a knife-edge the whole time. "Oh fuck, yes, so good, Doctor, that's so…" Rory stilled again, horror-struck at what he'd just said. "Shit, sorry Amy, I didn't mean to say…"
"Call me Doctor!" Amy gasped, canting her hips furiously in an effort for Rory to keep going. Rory was thinking of him. Rory was imagining fucking the Doctor. She should have felt jealous, or at least concerned. But instead, the only thing she felt was incredibly turned on, especially when her husband groaned in sheer gratitude and picked up the pace once more, fucking her without inhibition as he chanted the Doctor's name like a mantra.
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The Doctor had picked up a lot of clothes in his travels, but he couldn't recall a single adventure that had resulted in him procuring a sexy policewoman outfit, complete with lacy black knickers and high-heels.
Well, that was that time with Jack in Cardiff, but he had been very drunk. And anyway, this outfit wasn't even his size.
'Amy', the Doctor deduced, blushing lightly at the delicate lace panties, which he tucked discretely into the folds of clothing before making his way down the endless corridors of the TARDIS to Amy and Rory's bedroom. No doubt the Ponds' would be missing this particular garment.
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Rory's very skin was on fire, his ragged breath coming in pants of pleasure as he pounded furiously into the tweed-clad body beneath him. Amy was doing a spectacular job of staying in character, even as her husband's cock stroked her into a frenzy.
"Touch me, Rory." Amy groaned in that English accent, hoping her husband would understand what she wanted him to do. He did, and without breaking the spell reached down to rub his wife's clit as he fucked her, imagining that it was really the Doctor's cock that he was caressing, that the moans he was eliciting belonged to the gangly Time-Lord.
"Oh god, yes, Doctor, you feel so fucking good…" Rory groaned, completely lost in his fantasy as his hips jabbed back and forth in total abandon. The tension coiling in his loins was at breaking point, and Rory cried out helplessly as his orgasm approached at lightning speed.
"Fuck, Doctor, I'm coming!" Rory shouted, slamming wildly into the hot, wet walls that became impossibly tight as with the flurried movements of Rory's fingers, Amy reached her own climax. As the first shots of come left Rory's cock, he collapsed on top of Amy, grinding madly in an attempt to prolong the incredible pleasure surging through his genitals. As his climax peaked, Rory's eyes flew open, and there he saw the Doctor, the real Doctor, staring straight at Rory with his mouth parted in shock.
For a moment, all the men could do was stare at each other, Rory still with his dick firmly embedded inside his wife. Rory could feel Amy's walls start to relax as her orgasm gently receded.
"Oh, Mr Pond…" she sighed in an English accent. Rory screwed his eyes shut in humiliation, giving the Doctor the perfect opportunity to turn and run.
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To be continued! (Next part already written)
Authors Notes: I know this chapter seemed exclusively Rory/Amy, but the goal of this fic is Rory/11. I just don't like breaking up Rory and Amy to make the boys shag :P