AN: Some little dabbles I had inside my head one day while watching Doctor Who. So far the 11th Doctor is on my top Doctors and is next to 10, 4 and 5. (Although the 8th Doctor did alright in a movie with some bad writing at times.) No story really, but I have seen all of Series 5 and this is during the season. So there are no spoilers. Enjoy!

# 1: Something about Blow jobs.

The Doctor was setting the coordinates to the next location. Amy wanted to see some of the places before she got married. Her first destination was Rome. He set the time to the modern era and then pushed the wibbly control down to start the TARDIS. He moved down to a chair by the wall and sat down. Amy was humming a tune and walked out of her room to see the Doctor. "Ah! Doctor! Where are we going today?" She sat down on the chair near him and smiled.

"To Rome Amy. TARDIS should be nice and get us there in the modern era and not some warring state." He smiled and twiddled his thumbs. She got up and ran a fingertip down the leg of his brown slacks. "I should reward you for this Doctor." He blushed and tried pushing her away, but she moved closer to him. The thin cloth of her long sleeve red shirt and black short skirt rubbing onto his leg now. He was nervous.

The redheaded woman smiled and moved her slender fingers to the zipper of the slacks and zipped it down. An apparent bulge was growing and she slipped her fingers inside the top of the slacks to push them down slightly. One thing the Doctor knew about women: If they want something or WANT to do something, don't stop them. They get pouty and annoyed and all kinds of sexy to some men, but he never fully understood it. Rory did, but he was a red-blooded human and not some Time Lord with one last regeneration.

Soon Amy straddled his hips and slipped the slacks lower and exposing the Doctor's blue boxers. "Amel...Amy.. this chair is cold... can we get somewhere better for this?" His speech was more stammered then normal and her lips in a devious grin as she moved the boxers lower as well. The couch was cold it was true, because not much air went into the TARDIS. His shaft stood at attention and she giggled.

He blushed a shade of dark pink. The last time a woman went for him he was young. She had short blonde hair and dark roots peeking from the top. She wasn't a natural blonde, but he loved her to pieces. He left her with a human form of him and he was in the TARDIS as she kissed the clone of him. Amy licked the tip of his shaft and smiled, and soon moving her head closer to the base of his shaft and licking the underside and the sensitive nerve that lay there.

A long, slow, very, deliberately slow lick from her sweet lips, he moaned deeply. He leaned his head back into the soft cushions of his chair and she raised her head, and her tongue was the last thing that came up when she looked at him. "What's the matter Doctor?"

Another long lick and he moaned deeply this time and gripping her shoulders now. Her head and tounge in a constant motion working on his shaft. Up and down her mouth went and the underside nerve being licked side to side in the process. Even Rose's mouth didn't work this well. She moaned softly and he parted his eyes now to see a blurry image below him still. The vibrations of her moan were soft, but they painted a glow-like picture to his pleasure.

Another lick. He shuddered and held her closer. "Mmmhh! Amy!" A quick shudder and he buckled his hips forward in climax. His warm semen came in spurts into her mouth and she raised her head after his breathing slowed down. She swallowed it and licked some from the side of her lips. She was incredibly sexy when she did that.