What the Dreamlord say in Amy's dream.


She was in the TARDIS kitchen, trying to find something for desert. She stuck a spoon into a jar of Nutella. She held the spoon in her mouth, savoring the flavor, while she opened the fridge.

"What's going on in here?" she heard the Doctor's distinctive English drawl, so different than her own Scottish one.

"Do we have anything sweet?" she asked, pulling the spoon from her mouth.

Watching the way her lips puckered, the Doctor fought to control his animal instincts.

"Is there anything sweet?" he repeated slowly, "I think there might be." His eyes roamed over her beautiful body, concealed as it was in her nightgown.

Amy caught his eye and then moved her eyes slowly down his buttoned chest to the significant bulge in his trousers.

Moving faster than he thought was possible, he picked her up and placed her bum down on the counter-top. Amy could feel the coldness through the thin cloth of her nightgown.

He slammed his lips onto her's. His tongue forced it's way through her red lips. They battled for dominance, and, of course, he won. All of a sudden, he picked her up again and carried her through the TARDIS to his bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed. He pulled off her nightgown. He looked over her gorgeous body before lowering his lips down to her perfect, white breasts.

She moaned under his ministrations. The she couldn't help herself. She ripped open his shirt, running her hands over his sculpted chest. It was his turn to sigh in pleasure. She then unbuttoned his trousers and he pulled them, and his boxers, off. The only thing left separating them was her lacy black knickers.

She looked down and gasped at the sight of him. He was huge! Bigger than any she'd ever had before.

He looked into her eyes, "Are you ready?" He took her face into his hands.

She nodded.

He positioned himself at her entrance. She nodded again. He slowly inserted the tip of his cock. She gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slid the rest of his dick in slowly. Gently.

He stayed there for a moment as her pain died away.

"I'm ready," she whispered.

He pulled back all the way and then slammed in again. She moaned in ecstasy. He started off slow but he couldn't control himself. He pounded into her faster, and faster, and faster, into her slick center. She rocked her hips up to meet him. As he slammed into her, she reached down with one hand and rubbed her clit.

"DOCTOR!" Amy screamed as she came, hard. He pumped faster as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

He continued to thrust into her, his movements becoming erratic.

Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer. He came screaming her name. At the force of his orgasm, she came again, explosively.

He collapsed on top of her, limp.

"Doctor?" Amy asked as he rolled off of her.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Amelia Pond."


Amy gasped awake. Rory was next to her in bed. This was proof: she and Rory really needed to fuck more often. She made a mental note before flopping back onto the pillow.