The doctor had dreamt of this, thought about it, unknowingly longed for it but never had he imagined actually doing it. Amilea pond was no longer the little scottish girl he had met all those years ago. She was beautiful, mad, amazing, engaged, widowed, lovley Amy. And she wanted him. She was choosing him over the man who had become his replacement. ''Amy...'' he whispered, fingers working the buttons on her blouse slowly. He wanted to stop, in his head, but his body and hearts wouldn't let him. He needed to continue.

She moaned as he stroked her chest lovingly while he kissed and nibbled along her collar bone. 'More.' She whispered, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him up to ravage his lips.

He complied, pulling her shorts to her ankles as she unbuttoned his shirt. She untied his bowtie and slid his shirt off his shoulders. He made quick work of his trouser buttons and was soon grinding against her with only their underwear between them.

She was nervouse and he was hestitant. They sensed either other's thoughts and he kissed her with such soft intensity her breath hitched.

''Sweet, impossible Amy Pond,'' He whispered as he stared into her eyes. His hand ghosted down her body and hooked a finger under her panties. She swallowed and nodded, pulling him down to kiss him again.

She wasn't a virgin, nor was she paticularly experienced but he knew exactly what to do. He alternated between soft loving carreses and passionate love making. His touches sent fire through her body and it wasn't long before she came unravelled in his arms.

''Amy...'' He whispered as he climaxed, clinging to her spent body as he convulsed and shuddered. Afterwards they lay together, still connected in the most intimate of ways.

''I love you, Doctor...'' She mumbled sleepily and he felt his two hearts give a pleasent jolt.

''Yes,'' He sighed, stroking his fingers through her long hair and kissing her forehead. He couldn't say he loved her, though he did. She would grow old, she would die, and he couldn't face that.

How much time would he get? Forty years? Fifty? He didn't know, but he swore to himself to make the most of the time they had together.