Of all the people, creatures and other various organisms of this vast universe, why did it have to be a certain Amelia Pond that was crash-tackiling me as we entered the Tardis?
If it were say, a beastie of malicious intent, I would have the ability to protect myself. Or at least understand that is was attempting to end my rather long life. However, this particular female had an intent that was far more sinister.
Even a Slitheen you could reason with. However, with Amelia Pond there was not even a slight possibility of dampening her, well whatever was going on. She was hovering over me with a hungry gaze that had unbridled lust. To be completely frank, I was terrified. After tackling to the hard, metal ground, she began to circle me as she did in the bedroom. I backed away, with due haste. She just continued to follow, narrowing her eyes a tad bit in frustration.
"Doctor, even though I don't doubt your ability to run away like a frightened puppy, this is quite a small room. Soon you're going to have to come up and face the music." She muttered, in quite an angry manner.
Now that was just rude. I just continued to back away.
"Aren't you supposed to stutter something like "But you're Amy!" and run away again?"
I yet out a yelp as I walked back into the Tardis console. She took the moment to capture me in her arms, in embarrassing precision. Why couldn't she just leave me alone? Of course she also began putting down my suspenders in a split second, before I could react. I quickly jumped away, which was proven futile thanks to the small configuration of the Tardis control room. I slammed and slumped into the metal railings, with no small amount of pain. I had made quite a large mistake, as she now cornered me. I'm sure many people would laugh at this 5 foot girl overpowering a Time Lord, but to me this was deadly serious.
"Oh Doc-tor, is everything all right?" Taunted Amy, in quite a failed attempt at seductiveness. Well to be fair, it wasn't all together a failed attempt. It was quite alluring, with her legs and whatnot.
"No! No! No! Bad feeble sex drive! Bad!" I shouted at myself mentally. She walked over with a sultry demeanor, then knelt down and grinded against me. My eyes widened to extreme lengths. This was getting even more out of hand.
"You like that, don't you?" She stated in a matter-o-factly way. I shook my head in dismay. It was a stupid gesture, one that obviously wasn't conveying the truth. So she grinded again, with a curious smirk. My resistance was faltering so I tried to sound assertive and failed.
"A-Amy Pond stop t-that right now!"
"Are you really assuming you have any power in this situation?"
"Well I-" My sentence was cut shirt by her grinding her hips once more. I unfortunately yet out something resembling a small mammals yap.
"It's not very polite to lie doctor." She said with a callous glee.
I had little or no resistance as she continued to straddle my thin frame, just little squirms here and there of discomfort. She also began to kiss me, with the skill of Casanova. Her lips suckled on my bottom lip, then pulled back, stretching the skin. Her hands were strewn over my chest, massaging the soft skin.
Damn you, Amelia Pond. Damn you.