Okay, so this is slightly difficult for me since I am new around here. This is my very first fanfic in English, so if you see some bad grammar please don't get mad, I am trying for my grammar to be nice, so I am working hard on it. I am writing only this chapter to see if it worth writing more. So it depends on the reviews.
Amy/Eleven because is my biggest ship ever.
There was the body of a young woman laying on the messy bed that tells the story of a passionate night. A night that was going to be hard to forget. The night, that, that woman gave herself to the man she always dreamed of.
It was early that morning when the girl with fire hair opened her eyes. She was tired, but not sad, just exhausted. Her body was weak and her hair were all over her face. She turned on her left side to give the man her pallid back. She was aware of how stupid her face looked since she always wanted him and now she has him, so she wouldn't give him the chance to see her like that. Her body speaks for itself, it was like they're all over together again, but were just memories, so vivid that her mouth felt watery. She could feel his hips stroking her inner thighs so hard she crossed her legs. What was going on with her right now were the results of being with a double hearted man. Inside her head she could see so much, but what was eating her was the regret he might have. She knew that she wasn't invisible for him, but the way he acted always make her to think about it twice. He was always running away from her like a kid every time she got closer to him. But sometimes she could see how he scanned her from head to toe with his clear eyes. It was like being on a diet and not be able to eat chocolate.
Her heart skipped a beat when she felt a strong hand taking possession of her waist to pull her body closer to the next body by her side. The feel of relief invaded her heart. He wanted her close to him and he wasn't gonna stay with just the desire. Once her back was entirely glued to his front, she smiled, the man by her side buried his face at the back of her neck, smelling her scent. She managed to take his hand and to pull it up so she could rest her face over it. He knew she was awake, so he slowly poured soft kisses along her back.
- Good morning, Pond. - Said the man with a strong sleepy voice to the woman in his arms. He didn't stop kissing her soft pallid skin, she was like a drug and he was an addict.
- Good Morning, Raggedy Man. -The woman turned around to face him. The remaining of makeup were playing down her lower eyelashes and for him, this was incredible sexy.
His hand roamed slowly along the side of that red haired woman's body. He was getting a soft memory about last night while doing this. Her eyes closed but to open immediately so she could flash him with a sleepy smile. She was tired but she didn't wanted him to stop his exploration, she wanted this to happen since she realized how hard her feelings were towards him.
- When? -She asked him and he immediately furrowed his delicate brows. He didn't understand the question and she could see it, so she added a soft explanation to it. - When did you...
- Start liking you? - He knew immediately and like twins he completed the question. The hand that were navigating along her hips were now deposited over her cheek. It wasn't just a desire, he wanted this to happen since he first saw her with that silly police costume. - Kissogram, Pond. Was practically impossible to ignore that. -He added to the question and she smiled. It wasn't like she wasn't aware of how provocative that costume was but, in fact, she always thought that he didn't noticed it.
She needed to feel him so she could see that it was real, that she was in his bed with him, completely naked. Her leg went up so she could rest it over his hips while looking at him, in effect he slid his hand along it, taking it slow so the skin of his palm and fingers could taste the soft skin of his woman. Since the Kissogram costume, all his mind were covered by the legs of that redhead.
-Why you didn't do anything about it? -She asked once more and he smiled, lightly. This action made her to imitate him.
- Rory... - He said and immediately looked down at her arms.
She felt horrible. Now she could see how hard was for him to see her with another man. Now she could understand why he decided to sleep with her last night. Rory and her weren't together like a couple anymore since two months ago. She decided to tell him this the day before. She did saw him acting strange with her but for her was normal since he never act like normal. But that night, the way he just slammed her back against the console without warning was just incredible.
With her fingers she raised his chin up to face him. She knew it was her time to make him feel comfortable with the situation. For her, he was the most important thing ever and she needed him to see that.
- Rory is not here anymore. -And it was the truth. He wasn't with her.
- Amy... - He said while gluing his forehead against her own, making her eyes to close. - I need you here, with me. I need you to stay, to not go, to live here. I need to have you every night and every morning... I... I don't want you to leave.
Amy's heart skipped a beat. Of course she wasn't going to leave, at least not that easily. But the fact that he needed her was stronger than anything. She conclude this with a soft stroke of their lips together. By the way he was looking at her... He needed her more than he needs oxygen to live.
- I am not going anywhere. - She finally said, without any remorse. She needed him even more now.
- I gave you up... - He said after a long silence. - You had a choice and you choose him... I gave you up... - That was the fact that kills him. Her choosing a man that wasn't him. At that point, after waking up from that dream/reality, he decided to lose faith over Amy. He knew she was confused but he thought she would've choose him. But she didn't. It was like a surprised smack on his cheek. And the worst part wasn't that, it was every time he went to rest. Every night imaging her with another man in bed was like a gunshot in the center of his hearts.
- I... -She didn't know what to say. He has his rights to be mad about that and she needed to accept whatever comes from his mouth- I thought you didn't wanted me like that... Rory was there and... I... I am sorry. - She meant it. She regrets choosing Rory. And it wasn't because he was bad, because Rory is the most amazing man ever, but he isn't The Doctor.
- Don't be. It doesn't matter. You're here now. - He said while kissing her red lips. He was starting to feel bad about bringing that up so he just gave her a smile after the kiss.
- I want you to know that, it was always you. No matter what or who... It was always you. -She said while kissing his forehead, nose and lips. And it was the truth. No matter what she does or with who she is, he was always inside her head.
He slid his hand down once again to pull her leg up to have more closure. The nakedness of their bodies went perfectly together like milk and coffee in the morning. She kissed the tip of his nose, in a soft way, while gluing her chest against his own. They didn't wanted that intimacy to end. They needed each others more than anything. After a long kiss, the lips of that man roamed down along her neck, she, with closed eyes, explored his back with her fingertips. To give him permission, her leg went more up, and he immediately glued his hips against her own, making her to whimper in symphony by the feel. He was in need of her and she was aware of it. His hands were caressing the perfect figure of that woman, the curve of her waist when it touch her hips, the way her breast went perfectly with the size of his hands and the feel of her body against his own was driving him crazy. She needed to feel him more, so when they began to grow intensity, she rolled on her back and he immediately laid his body over her own, to welcome him, her legs embraced his hips, keeping him closer to her and so they could love each others once again.
After that chat, all they could do was to accept them as they are and to continue a new Journey together. The journey they always wanted to live.