Amy's PoV

The Doctor Knew What He Was Doing

The Doctor knew what he was doing.

He knew that bringing Rory along would mean that they never had any time alone together. He also knew that bringing Rory along would make her feel guilty, 'cause if there's one thing Rory was good at it's laying on the guilt. That's how she'd ended up with a ring on her finger! It wasn't that she didn't like Rory – she did- but she had just wanted some fun, a distraction, not a bloody wedding!

"Lost in thought, Pond?"

Yeah, he definitely knew what he was doing.

"Hmm, busy day. What with nearly being turned into a vampire fish from space thing, and all."

"Oh c'mon Pond, that's not nearly as bad as almost becoming a weeping angel." He teased while randomly flicking switches on the console. Then his mind obviously went to what happen afterwards. In her bedroom. Up against the TARDIS. He stopped smiling, his breathing started coming a bit faster and a bit shorter. She saw his grip tighten around a lever, knuckles turning white . . . was he aroused? Did he regret pushing her away? More importantly, would he push her away if she kissed him now?

Sensing his weakness, Amy decided it was a brilliant time to strike. She moved very close and slowly ran her nails down his spine.

"Well I suppose there are lots of things that would be much harder to do if you were made of stone . . ." She whispered in his ear. Yes, it was shameless flirting but she didn't care. Her fingers were now trailing a path around his side down towards his belt.

The Doctor jumped back, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. However Amy's sharp eyes noticed that he looked slightly flushed and was breathing rather heavily. Oh, she was so in there!

"Please just stop Amy. Amelia!" He moved quickly so the console was in between them when she tried to reach for him again. "Do I have to say it again? Were the first eight times not enough? I am nine hundred and seven years old! I have enemies – arch ones! And, and you're getting married. To Rory," Suddenly looking round, "Where is Rory?"

"In the shower."

She leaned back against the railings in what she hoped was a provocative gesture, suggestive smirk in place. Then again he'd already proven when it came to women he was a bit slow on the uptake. She idly wondered if stripping would be obvious enough for her Time Lord. This is why he wanted Rory here, after all, for situations like this. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing by the way."

"Me? What am I doing? I'm the one trying to behave rationally while you're acting all...all..." She loved it when he got defensive. He could try to deny it but he had definitely kissed her back. And for all his excuses why it couldn't happen he had never said 'I don't want you'. Because he did want her – he was just afraid.

She walked round the console, with a bit more sway in her hips than necessary, and thankfully he didn't try to move away this time. "All..?" She stood right in front of him and had to clench her fists to stop reaching out for him.

Something obviously helped him make a decision. He leant down; his large hands held her hips close and murmured "Magnificent," into her hair. He nuzzled her neck, causing Amy's breath to stop and her stomach to flip. As he started to press little kisses up along her throat she was trembling and her heart was pounding. By the time he'd reached her mouth she feared her knees would give out any second.

Kissing the Doctor, being kissed properly by the Doctor, was unlike any thing she'd ever felt before. It was like lightening and fire, pure magic, drowning and flying all at the same time and never ever wanting it to end. One hand came up to gently caress her hair while the other hand stayed on her hips, pulling her impossibly close. Her hands clutched at his hair, his nape, his shoulders. It didn't matter where so long as she was touching him.

He broke away to lean his forehead on hers, both of them trembling now as they tried to control their frantic breathing.

"Oh Amy," He pulled away, "You really should go find Rory" and with that he left. At first, Amy was too stunned from the mind-blowing, life-altering, ground-shaking kissing to realise that he was suddenly gone. Then she took in what he'd actually just said.

The Doctor had left her frustrated, excited and aroused and told her to go find her fiancé.

Bloody hell, he knew what he was doing.