The first 2/3 of this fic is a direct quote from the end of "Flesh and Stone." 11 and Amy romance fic. The title is Italian and it translates to 'Touch Me Here.' I think it fit. If you don't think so, too bad. R&R ppl!
A/N: Here's a little oneshot for you. 11 and Amy. Should this be rated M or T?
Tocca Mi Quá
"Well," the Doctor began.
"Yeah." Amy finished.
"Wow." he said, looking at the white dress that hung on the wardrobe door.
"This is this is the same night we left, right?" the ginger asked.
"We have about five minutes." the Doctor mumbled, looking at his watch.
Amy turned, grabbed a small box covered in red velvet off her nightstand and opened it. Inside lay a ring with a large diamond in the platinum band.
"I'm getting married in the morning." Amy remarked, showing her engagement ring to the Doctor.
The Doctor took the box from her and asked, "Why d'you leave it here?"
"Why did I leave my ring here and go off with a strange man the night before my wedding?" Amy translated.
"Yeah."
"You are naive aren't you?" Amy replied.
"Who's the lucky fella?" the Doctor asked.
"You met 'em." Amy replied.
"Ah, the good-looking one?" the Doctor guessed, then said, "Or the other one?" and made a long nose with his hand.
Amy glared at him and answered, "Other one."
"Oh, he was okay too." the Doctor said quickly.
Amy giggled, then asked, "Oh! Do you comfort anyone on the night before their wedding?"
"Why would you need comforting?" the Doctor asked, confused.
"I nearly died." Amy replied, raising her eyebrows, "I was alone. In the dark. And, I nearly died. And it made me think."
"Well, yes. Naturally I think sometimes. Lots of times actually." the Doctor said, sarcastically.
"I know that." the ginger replied just as sarcastically. Then added, "About who I want. You know?"
"Yeah." the Doctor replied, "No."
"About who I want."
"Oh, right, yeah...No." the Doctor said, "No. Still not getting it."
"Doctor, in a word, in one very simple word even you can understand..." Amy's voice trailed off as she leaned in to kiss the Doctor.
"Okay. You're getting married in the morning!" the Doctor said, scrambling out from under Amy.
"The morning's a long time away." the ginger remarked, getting up and following the Doctor.
"No, don't say that!" the Doctor said hurriedly, trying to stop Amy from pulling his braces off, "Amy, I am 907 years old. Do you understand what that means?"
The Doctor pushed her off him and walked away. Amy followed saying, "It's been a while?"
She ran her hands around his neck.
"No, I'm 907 and look at me! I don't get older! I just change! You get older, I don't. THIS. CAN'T. EVER. WORK." said the Doctor as he pushed her away yet again and walked toward the TARDIS.
"Oh, you really are sweet, Doctor, but I really wasn't suggesting anything so long-term." Amy replied, advancing toward him.
Once she reached him, she put her hands around his neck and kissed him. The kiss lasted about five seconds. The Doctor seemed to like it, but he quickly pushed Amy away.
"No! You're human! You're Amy! You're getting married in the morning!" the Doctor exclaimed, then said a bit slower, "In the morning..."
"Doctor?"
"You. It's all about you. Everything. You. Amy. It's about you." the Doctor said, wonderingly.
Amy held a finger to his lips and whispered, "Hold that thought."
She walked over to her bed and climbed onto it. Propped up on her elbows so that she was facing the Doctor; legs extended.
"Amy look, no. Impossible, Amy Pond." the Doctor said and put his hands on the foot board of the bed. "Why I have no idea, but the single most important thing in the history of the universe is that I get you sorted out right now."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Amy replied in a sing-song voice, throwing her head sexily onto her pillows, looking up at the celling.
"C'mon." he Doctor said, walking over to Amy and grabbing her hand.
He pulled her toward the TARDIS. Amy giggled lustfully. The Doctor pushed her up against the door of the time ship, opening it.
"Doctor," Amy said, smiling as he pushed her inside.
He did a quick sweep of the room. He spotted Amy's alarm clock, it was moving much faster than it should have. He blinked twice and entered the TARDIS; closing the door behind him.
Amy had removed her converse and had started on her sweat shirt when a pair of strong arms enveloped her. The arms picked her up and carried her to a room just down the hall from hers. The Doctor balanced her on one hip as he opened the door of his bedroom.
Amy was thrown onto the bed. She laid there for a few seconds, then looked up. The Doctor was locking the door. To Amy, it seemed pointless. Why is he locking the door? she thought, It's not like Rory's gonna come bursting in on us.
Amy watched as the Doctor pulled his coat off. His shirt was unbuttoned. He turned to her; his eyes were black with lust. Amy gasped inwardly. Since when did he have an eight-pack? The Doctor almost prowled over to her so he was practically standing above her. He looked menacing.
"Doctor..." Amy murmured, Is he...angry with me?
Amy was getting scared. She knew what the Doctor could be like when he was angry. The ginger stared at the Doctor. The Time Lord's face was completely unreadable. The Doctor leaned down, picked her up, and pressed his forehead to hers. She had to know why it could never work between them.
Despite herself, Amy whimpered as 900 years of pain, death, and the loss of everyone the Doctor ever cared about played across her mind in five seconds.
"Doctor..." she whispered, fear and sadness and pity filling her.
"Don't pity me, Amy...You had to know." the Doctor murmured, turning away from her.
Amy wrapped her arms around his neck, sensing his need for comfort. Normally, the Doctor would have rejected Amy's approach, but he needed the comfort she offered. The ginger tightened her hug on him; resting her head in the crook of his neck. They stayed that way for a while as the Doctor regathered his senses.
Suddenly, something was pressing Amy to the bed, stripping her clothes from her. She knew it was the Doctor. She grinned in success. I am so good!
"I'm a virgin, Doctor." she mumbled.
Needless to say, they lost their innocence that night.
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