[This one-shot has nothing to do with my story "The Girl With The Sight" and takes place after Amy and Rory are divorced. I hope you enjoy!]


"I don't see how you guys didn't make it," Kisa said.

Rory shrugged and threw back another shot.

"She changed and I guess, so did I," he said bitterly.

She patted his hand and sighed. He looked over and saw the redhead bit her lip. She squeezed his hand and he felt it all over. Maybe it was because of his liquor intake, but for some reason Kisa seemed appealing, really appealing. Not that she didn't before the alcohol, but even more so now. Enough that he was tempted to kiss her. He shook his head and cleared his throat.

"So how's the doctor doing?" he asked.

"Good, good, he's actually off visiting Amy right now," she said.

He heard a note of jealousy in her voice.

"Aren't you two together yet?" he teased.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise.

"What? No? I mean, we've shagged before but we're not in a relationship," she said.

Rory's head nearly exploded at realizing the doctor actually shagged someone.

"Well then," he said awkwardly.

"Sorry if that was a little too much information," she said with a laugh, "I forgot how shy you are."

Shy? She thought he was shy? Ha!

"I'm not that shy," he said.

She smiled and patted his hand again.

"You're one of the most reserved people I know Rory, nothing wrong with it though, it makes you special," she said.

He smiled back but inside he felt confused. She thought he was special? Was that good?

"So, uh, what brings you here anyway?" he asked finally.

She took the glass of vodka from his hand and smiled as she flung it back, down her throat.

"Just came to visit an old friend, is that a problem?" she asked.

He watched her take another shot and wondered just where this was going to head. He sure wanted it to head in a certain direction but he didn't want to offend her or ruin their friendship. Kisa had been there for him as long as the doctor had and they had become very close. He never looked at her in this way before because he had Amy. But now... now she was different. It'd been almost a year since he had seen her and she'd changed in that time. As had their friendship it seemed. She was more open, more suggestive. She had certainly changed her style of dress as well, to a more provocative style. Her shirt dipped down low and Rory couldn't help but peek.

"Rory, did you hear me?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I think the alcohol is getting to me," he said.

Her lips quirked into a smirk.

"Me too, I'm a light weight," she said.

She moved a little closer so he barely noticed it, bit by bit, until she was right next to him.

"Rory, do you miss Amy?" she asked.

He gave her a confused look.

"I miss the old Amy, but not the way she is now," he said, "Why?"

"Just wondering," Kisa replied ominously.

"What's up? You keep starring at me," he questioned.

"Sorry, I just forgot how handsome you were, Amy really didn't know what she was leaving when she left," Kisa said, scooting closer.

"I- I uh- left her," he said.

He gulped loudly as Kisa got even closer. Was she really going to do this?

"Kisa, I-"

Suddenly Kisa launched herself at him. It took only seconds for Rory to realize what was happening as she pressed her lips against his. He quickly kissed her back, hands roaming up her back. She let out a soft purr-like moan as his hands found bare skin.

"I'm sorry Rory, I don't know what came over me," she whispered as their eyes met.

"I don't know either but I don't mind," he replied softly.
Her lips curled into a smirk.
"That's good, because I don't feel like stopping," she said.
Her hips gently rolled against his and he let out a gasp. She was truly seducing him. Why?
"Why Kisa?" he asked.
"Because for a long, long time I've wanted you and now I can finally have you," she explained.
Her smirk widened.
"What do you say?" she asked.
"I- Uh- The bedroom is down the hall," he said.
"Good, let's go," she replied.
She rose and took his hand, pulling him up.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
All of a sudden he was a bundle of nerves. He'd fantasized about Kisa before, but never did he think it would actually happen. She stopped and smiled at him.
"Rory, you're one of the sexiest, loving men on this earth, why wouldn't I be sure?" she asked.
"Sexiest?" he asked.
She nodded.
"I've never met another human that got me so melty just by smiling at me," she said truthfully.
He cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"Let's go then," he said.
He took her arm and started towards the bedroom.
"Before we start, I have a question for you Rory?" she asked as they hit the bedroom.
He shut the door and gave her a questioning look.
"Yes?"
She came forward and pressed herself against him, making him tremble slightly.
"I like to be on bottom, and I'm not afraid to be roughed up, can you handle that?" she asked softly.
His head felt like it was going to explode. With Amy he never really got the chance to be dominant, and now here was this vixen offering it to him. What had he done so good that he earned this?
"I'm pretty sure I can," he said, before pushing her back.
She grinned and nodded.
"Good, because it's less fun the other way," she said.
He took her hands and placed them in the air.
"Don't move," he ordered.
He was a little shaky as he started pulling up her blouse. Her stomach wasn't taunt like Amy's, but soft and a little plump. He looked to her face and saw a blush across her cheeks. Was she embarrassed?
"I know I'm not as small as Amy, please excuse that," she said quietly.
She WAS embarrassed.
"Kisa, you're perfect," he said.
And he meant it. She had no faults. He always preferred softer girls but was able to ignore it because he loved Amy so much. Now, he could have what he truly wanted. He continued pulled her shirt up but hesitated slightly at her bra. Her met her eyes and she nodded. He took a deep breath and yanked the shirt off. She stood there, arms still dutifully in the air, now twisted provocatively, and he took a second to take her in. She was curvy and pale, with freckles splattered randomly over her arms. Her breasts were large and pushed up in her bra, looking ever so delectable. He felt a boost of confidence and reached around her, unclasping her bra. He pulled it off and instantly leaned in, taking a soft, tan nipple in his mouth. He was rewarded with a cry of surprise and hands clasping to his head. He took that as encouragement and started sucking gently.
"Oh Rory," she breathed.
He pulled away as the bud hardened and turned to the other one, showing it the same affection. She tasted almost sweet and salty at the same time, and her scent was ethereal. He bit softly as he backed away and she gasped.
"Do it again," she begged.
He took the hardened nipple between his teeth and bit a little harder. She jumped, pressing her breast closer to his face, and he sucked in. She was shaking beneath his hands as he trailed a finger across her back.
"Rory, I want more, please," she whimpered.
He let her nipple go, with an audible pop, and looked up at her. Her skin was flushed and her chest heaving.
"We go as fast as I decide," he said, "And right now, I'm having fun with this."
She groaned as he pinched the other nipple between his fingers. He rolled it gently, causing her mouth to part open in a silent moan. Amy had never been one for foreplay and seeing how much Kisa enjoyed it, made him want to do even more.
"Lay back," he ordered.
She climbed on the bed and laid down, pouting up at him. God, how he found those lips attractive.
"If you keep making that pout I'm going to have to use your mouth for something else," he said.
And that he would. As tight as he pants were getting, he could really use some relief.
"Whatever you wish Rory," she said, a smile coming onto her freckled face.
Damn, could anyone be more attractive than she was right now? He didn't think so. He leaned onto the bed and started fingering her jeans button.
"What do you think? Are you ready?"
She nodded frantically and wriggled beneath his hands.
"Please," she whispered.
He couldn't help a smile as he abandoned the jeans and crawled over her. She pouted again and he kissed her hard. He sucked her lip into his mouth and suckled gently. She arched her back and let out a moan. His teeth softly clamped down on the imprisoned lip and she began writhing beneath him. He let go and kissed her again.
"I think you've earned something," he said.
She opened her eyes half way and licked her lip.
"What would that be?" she asked.
He stood up and pulled her with him.
"Undress me," he commanded.
She instantly pulled his shirt over his head. He could tell she was admiring him as she ran a finger down his chest.
"Better than I dreamed," she said quietly.
His pride felt a boost and he smiled. She was really everything, knew how to stroke a man's ego, gorgeous, and a submissive to boot. He jumped slightly as she touched his belt. She smiled up at him and slowly undid the belt and pants, letting them slide down. He watched her intensely as she bit her lip and reached for his boxers that were very tented. She pulled them down and gasped. Rory questioned this until he saw her eyes light up.
"Jesus Rory, no wonder Amy wanted all to herself, you're the complete package," she said.
He chuckled and reached down, stroking her face.
"I was just thinking the same about you," he said.
"No, but seriously, how do you hide this thing?" she asked.
He felt his cheeks turn red slightly and he coughed to cover his embarrassment, which quickly turned to arousal as she reached out and grasped his dick. He gulped and watched her work her hands up and down the length. As she tightened her grip, he felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. She leaned forward and suddenly took his length into her mouth. He gasped and grabbed her hair, directing her mouth. The wet, warm cavern quickly had an effect on him and he was soon pushing her away.
"What?" she asked.
"You're amazing," he said.
She grinned and lunged back forward but he stopped her.
"On your stomach on the bed," he ordered.
"But I wanted to taste you," she pouted.
He felt his dick twitch, begging him to let her, but he ignored his instincts and pointed to the bed. Much better would come than just a blowjob.
"I said on the bed, or do I need to discipline you?" he asked.
She slowly got up and sauntered to the bed. He watched her ass swing back and forth, entrancing him. It was perfectly round and large, just waiting to be played with. As she laid on the bed, she closed her eyes and he took his advance. He grabbed her ass hard and gave it a small pat. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her ass farther into his grasp.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded.
She followed his orders and he watched her legs part slightly, presenting him with his goal. He reached around and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them off with little difficulty. As he returned to her ass, he noticed she was bare.
"No underwear, were you expecting this?" he asked.
She peeked around her arm with a grin.
"A girl can hope," she said.
"Dirty girl," he muttered.
He was quite enjoying the sight of her. She was wet and glistening in the light. He licked his lips in anticipation and rolled her onto her gave him a shy smile as she crossed her legs. He waggled his finger and pushed her legs open.
"Don't hide from me," he said.
Everything was open for him, and he leaned down, licking up the crease. She gasped and pulled away slightly. He grabbed her hips and held her down. He dipped his tongue between the folds and licked up again, gathering her musky, sweet taste. He soon found her clit and focused on the little nub. She whimpered and found his hair, grasping the ends tightly.
"Oh Rory," she moaned.
The sound of her moaning just urged him on farther. He increased the speed of his tongue and slipped a finger inside her. She was tight, so tight he could barely get his finger in. She gasped and arched her back, burying his face. As she calmed down and lowered her back, he pushed his finger in farther. She groaned and he felt himself becoming painfully hard. He found himself hoping for her quick release or he thought he would die. Suddenly she started panting loudly.
"Rory, I'm close," she whined.
He continued his path and sped up his finger, curling it up slightly. She cried out his name and he felt a gush of fluids coat his finger.
"Rory, oh God Rory," she moaned.
She pushed against him to removed him and he pulled back. His gaze traveled up her body and he smiled as he saw her flushed, smiling face.
"That was- amazing," she panted.
"Then you'll enjoy this," he said.
He readied his dick at her entrance and saw her face light up.
"I'll really enjoy this," she said.
He pushed in gently, remembering how tight she was before, and was rewarded with excruciating pleasure as her tightness gripped him. He stilled his hips as she winced and waited.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, just been a while," she responded.
She nodded the go-ahead and he slowly started moving his hips. Ah how tight and wet she was. She let out a small gasp and arched her back.
"I need more Rory," she whispered.
He met her golden eyes and was lost to her will. He gathered her legs up and put them on his shoulders, leaning forward and stretching through her. She suddenly let out a wild moan and let her head flop back. Her face and chest quickly became flushed as he started pumping. Each thrust coated his dick with her wetness, her warmth almost becoming too much. Sadly, it was coming to an end fast for him, but it seemed like it was for her too. She was a beautiful mess, clawing at the bed, moaning, saying his name. Suddenly her voice took on a higher octave and she bit her lip hard.
"Rorrrryyy!" she cried out.
She clenched around his dick and he was lost. He let out a quiet moan and shakily thrust into her, pouring out his seed. He gently sat her down and laid next to her, both panting.
"That was, well, words can't describe," she murmured.
A smile came onto Rory's face as he rolled onto his side. He took his finger and traced gently down her stomach, stopping right at her navel. How soft she was. Her skin was like velvet against his. She whimpered softly as he bit her shoulder.
"I can't, no more Rory," she whispered.
"I didn't even get to rough you up," he teased.
"Well, there's always next time," she murmured, meeting his eyes shyly.
Ah this vixen!
"Next time?" he asked.
"Well, if you want I mean," she said, suddenly blushing.
"Of course I do, I'm just surprised you want it again," he said honestly.
"You were amazing," she said, biting her lip subconsciously, "Very amazing."
He smiled and leaned in, kissing her softly.
"Good, because you were too."
She gave him a blinding smile and giggled, rolling against him. As she buried her face in his chest, he absentmindedly started playing with her hair.
"Good night," she said.
"Sleep well," he replied.
Within only seconds, they were both fast asleep, happier than they had been in a while.