The Doctor's arms slid around her waist, pulling her in closer towards his body so they had no more space between them. She shuddered as she felt his hot breath on her skin as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, nipping and licking at the most sensitive part over her vein. His erection was obvious, it pressed into the small of her back and she couldn't help but move herself against him as he brought his hand up to cup her breast, causing them both to gasp in pleasure.

The Doctor spun her around to face him and she barely had time to register what had happened before he crushed his lips to hers in a passionate, frenzied kiss that spoke volumes, even if he didn't utter a single word. He wanted her. She could feel it radiating off him, and it made her smile into the his mouth. She wanted him too, more than she had ever wanted anybody before. He made her head spin when he was just talking, made her giggle like a schoolgirl when he teased her and if his skin accidentally brushed hers, she could barely manage to keep her knees from buckling. Damn, she really was hopelessly in love with him.

Her hands wound themselves around his neck to pull him closer, and the Doctor certainly didn't seem to object. He ground his rock hard erection into her, causing her to moan in pleasure and tilt her head back, giving him the perfect opportunity he had been looking for. Within the blink of an eye, he managed to push her backwards onto the TARDIS console and get her sitting on the edge. He grinned mischievously when he saw that she hadn't bothered to wear tights today with her trademark short skirt, and ran his hands up her legs while he leaned down to kiss her again.

Further and further his hands moved up until they reached what he had been looking for, and he quickly cupped her sex roughly. She cried out loudly and squirmed beneath him, her breathing hard and ragged. The Doctor carried on massaging her clit through the fabric of her underwear, happily acknowledging that they were becoming more and more moist, and kissed her deeply, running his tongue along her lips and nipping gently at the bottom of her mouth.

When he realised that she was distracted enough by his kisses, he quickly pulled aside the offending fabric and pushed a finger inside of her as deep as he could and flexed, hitting the spot of nerves inside of her. Her response was instantaneous. She practically screamed with pleasure and bucked against his hand, causing him to rub against her clitoris again. "Doctor!" she cried out, and stars burst in her vision.

Suddenly, she felt a rough shaking of her shoulder along with her name being called...

"Amy! Amy!" the Doctor shook her shoulder roughly, panic in his eyes. Amy opened her eyes quickly, the drowsiness after a normal night's sleep totally gone after that very vivid dream.

"What's the matter? Why the hell did you wake me up?"

One minute she was about to get very intimate with the Doctor, and then the next she was lying in her bed being woken up for him. That suddenly woke her brain up a bit more and she realised that she was in bed, hot and sweaty from thrashing around and the Doctor was in her room. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she quickly pulled the covers up to practically her chin.

The Doctor watched the emotions cross her face in rapid succession, first confusion then realization, happiness, anger and eventually embarrassment.

"I heard you crying out and you called, well, screamed my name so I came quick as I could," the Doctor replied, and saw that Amy's face flooded with even more embarrassment, her face practically tomato red. Amy didn't reply, she just kept looking down at her sheets and avoiding his eyes, which made him worry even more.

"I thought that maybe you were in trouble, there's some nasty psychic monsters out there you know. The Urtals, the Terapors, the Munnas...Or is that a Pokemon?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a few seconds before he realized he had gone off on tangent, and he carried on his explanation.

"So when I heard you making some weird screaming sounds," Amy looked even more sheepish, "I jumped out of bed and came running. I was scared that something had managed to get inside your head," The Doctor really did look worried then, and searched her face for any clue as to what had troubled her.

"It was just a dream, it must have been a scary one I suppose, but I can't remember it now," Amy said, although the Doctor couldn't help notice that she looked a bit too eager to put his mind at rest. Before he had time to ask though, Amy pushed him off the bed and he landed with a large thump on the floor.

"Hey!" he cried and rubbed his sore back, "I'm going to bruise there now!"

"Good! It'll do you some good to get a bit battered and bruised now and again. It always seems to be me who gets the injuries in this place anyway," Amy muttered. "Clear off then, I'll be out in a bit when I've got changed," She shooed him with her hand.

The Doctor stood up and tried to put the images of Amy getting changed out of his mind, his pajamas were thin material and she'd definitely see what effect her seemingly innocent words had had on him. He was about to open the door when Amy called to him.

"Hey Doctor, are those your pajamas?"

He turned to look at her.

"Um, yes."

Amy stared at him for a moment and then suddenly burst out laughing, big real laughter which made her eyes tear up with amusement.

His pajamas were the colour of his beige jacket that he normally wore and were styled to look like the suit he wore in the day, but were actually just a t-short and cotton bottoms. It had a bowtie printed on the collar and - this part Amy couldn't believe - he was still wearing his braces.

The Doctor looked indignant and cried out "Hey! These are great pajamas!" He smoothed down the material and left the Amy's bedroom while Amy was still rolling around on her bed laughing. As he walked down the corridor towards his bedroom, he could still hear her laughter bouncing off the walls and it filled him with happiness, as the sound of her happy always did.

He was still contemplating her dream situation though. Although the TARDIS was mostly protected from outside threats, things had managed before to evade her protective shields and enter unknown to him, and that's what worried him. The fact that Amy was so secretive and embarrassed about her dream was proof that she did remember it, but what was so bad that she had to hide it from him?

A crazy thought hit him and he thought back to what he had heard. Her screams had sounded, well, happy. Ecstatic even. At the time, he hadn't thought about how she had screamed, he was just preoccupied with the thought that she was screaming, and that was bad. But looking back, when she had called his name, it hadn't been a 'help me!' scream. It was more of a ... pleasurable scream.

The thought stopped him in his tracks. What was she dreaming of? How was he involved in her dream? Was she having a scary dream in which she called him to save her, or was she dreaming about him, and her, together? Wild possibilities flew through his brain of him and Amy in different situations, different places, different positions...

He shook his head as if to clear it and tried to ignore the sudden tightness in his trousers. It wouldn't do to be thinking of those thoughts while trying to fly the TARDIS.