The Doctor sat on the floor in the control room of the TARDIS. He was fiddling with his sonic screwdriver. Switching it on and off again, buzzing things, making weird noises. He rubbed his hand along the inside of his thigh, boredom running through his brain. Just as his ideas were getting a little out of control, Amy walked in. Rory was most likely still asleep.
Amy hadn't noticed him yet, she was standing across from the Doctor. She stood with her feet hip width apart. The Doctor's mind continued to cruise along this dirty path. Flicking the screwdriver to a new setting, he directed it at Amy. He directed it right up her blue skirt. He clicked it on.
"Oop!" She yelped, clamming her legs shut. Her hand went in between her thigh's, checking what had happened. The Doctor had to keep from laughing out loud. She went back to a relaxed position, her feet closer together this time. The Doctor buzzed his screwdriver at her again, longer and harder this time. Amy didn't shut her legs but stiffened. Her face was scrunched up and then relaxed. She was enjoying it. A lot. She made more whimpering noises. The Doctor stood up and kept the screwdriver locked on her. Her eyes were shut and she didn't notice him until her had his hand on her lower back, screwdriver still buzzing hard.
"Amy?" He said. She jumped around, the feeling still rocketing through her body. "You alright?" The Doctor struggled to keep a straight face as he continued to buzz her pleasure spot.
"Doctor… OOOoooooooOOoooOOoohhh," She put her hands on his shoulders as she lost her footing. He lowered her to the ground. "What's going on?" She was licking her lips.
"Umm, what is going on?" He ran a hand down her hip. "Can I help?"
Without thinking, Amy dived in for the kiss. As she did, the Doctor turned off the screwdriver and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her back, pulling her closer. He ran his hands up her back, inside her shirt and found her bra, undid it.
"Oh no. Can we… I mean…" she trailed off, looking guilty.
"Quickly, I promise. No one will know, and it's only because you were in trouble, right?" He went back, kissing her neck as he wriggled her top off. She sat there, topless, waiting for the Doctor to take off his clothes. As soon as he was naked, he dived back on top of her. He was pushing her into the wall and had stuck his hand up her skirt, running his finger along the outside of her panties. He hooked one finger in and pulled them off. He quickly stripped the skirt off, and both were starkers. He was kissing her and rubbing her boobs. She pulled herself up to him, wrapping her legs around his back.
He entered, hard and fast. He was pushing her into the ground still, humping hard and fast. She thrust back into him, in time with him. She let out many a noise, while the Doctor seemed calm and collected.
He thrust hard into her, her back scraping against the metal of the wall. Her skin cut and bled. He quickly finished. Amy realised the lack of protection. As soon as he was done – Amy was not yet – he pulled out and vanished, taking his clothes with him.
Amy was still restless. She stuck her own two fingers inside herself. She rubbed and pushed, calling for the Doctor to finish her. Eventually, she orgasmed. As she did, a sort of trance seemed to be broken. She woke up, like. She realised what she was doing, what she had done. Guilt and shame tore through her.
The Doctor jumped out of the TARDIS. Clicking the metal band around his wrist, the perception filter fell off of him. Away walked the Master.
