Ok, this is just a little tiny taste of what's to come. I hadn't even intended on writing it tonight but the muses were insistent. I think I'm just really into this story, I'm finally putting Rory, The Doctor and Eleven in all the places and positions I've ever wanted them.

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Again this is just a little short supplemental story, Amy's point of view as she and Rory try to tidy up everything in preparation for the Doctor's arrival.

Take A Step That Is New

"Keep cleaning, Rory!" I said hurriedly arranging and rearranging our knick-knacks.

"Amy, I don't think the Doctor is especially concerned with what direction our tchotchke are facing. Rory responded. "I've dusted, I've re-dusted after you told me it wasn't good enough the first time. I've had the TARDIS clean our clothes, all of our clothes. I've changed our bedding and then put on different new bedding because you didn't like the color scheme. I lit the candles then blew them out because you thought the Doctor wouldn't like the smell of fig. Everything is spotless, everything is ready." He moved behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Not to mention, I think he's just coming here for us."

He was right, I knew he was right but still I had to protest.

"He does care, Rory, he cares about things like this. He notices everything! He once told me he's worse than everybody's Aunt."

"What does that even mean?"

"I don't know..." I whined. I leaned back against him and surveyed our room. "I just want everything to be perfect. "Oh, God, Rory, what am I going to wear?"

"Ok, thinking way too hard about this. It's supposed to be fun, it's supposed to be about us."

"I know...but aren't you the slightest bit nervous?"

"Yeah, of course, yeah." he said running a hand through his hair. I watched as Rory plunked down on our bed and looked up at me. "But he's excited, he's eager, he really wants this to happen. You heard him..."

I had heard him. Not two days ago, in the console room Rory and I had flanked the Doctor. He was seated in that little harness, ridiculous goggles on, torch in one hand sonic screwdriver in the other. It had seemed just as good a time as any.

"We were thinking-" I'd begun

"Were you now, that's always a dangerous path to go down...except when it's not."

"Doctor," tried Rory, "We were thinking maybe we could set a date."

"A date? A date for what?" he said playing dumb. "Are we going somewhere?"

A spark flared out and he ducked away, narrowly missing setting his hair on fire.

"You know for what, our...proposition. I...we think its time that it include all of us, together..at once." I countered.

He didn't answer but I could swear I saw the screwdriver go a bit wobbly in his hand before his wrist steadied it.

"Ahhh..yes...that...so we're making solid plans now. Like definite, binding dates? That sounds like something quite different. Sounds like a very...new...step." he said before clearing his throat, twice.

It didn't take me long to get frustrated, I wasn't going to let him get all weird and cut off and try to pull away from us.

I grabbed his braces suddenly and yanked him to me. He had to hold onto the harness straps to avoid tumbling out as I brought him face to face with me.

"Look here, Raggedy Man. I know you're used to playing with words and dancing around things and all that sleight of hand and such. But this is serious, now we're asking you if you'd like to join us. We know you're nervous, we are too but don't act like you don't want to just because you're too chicken to say; 'Rory, Amy this is a big step and I, big important Timelord, am a bit frightened. Okay?'"

At that point he'd looked properly chastened and lowered his head. Rory seemed a might horrified by what I'd done and said but then I always had a way of horrifying Rory. The Doctor removed his goggle and looked at both of us.

"Quite right, Ponds. I'm sorry. No call to be glib. Sometimes my nervousness takes the form of something slightly resembling a horse's arse. Forgive me?"

He asked with such plaintive sincerity that I forgave him immediately.

"Of course." I let go of his braces and he swung gently back into place.

"I'd like that, very much in fact. Timing couldn't be better, The TARDIS is going to be out of commision for a while. Every 300 years or so I have to do a total overhaul and she needs a good 3 to 4 days to process all the changes."

"Great!" Rory piped up and the Doctor and I smiled as my husbands face went red "I sounded really excited there for a moment. Good thing no one noticed." he said before clearing his throat.

"It's all right Rory, I'm a bit excited myself." the Doctor responded.

I stood there amazed, watching the Doctor fight and lose the battle to keep a shy smile away from his lips. My shy Doctor.

I wanted to kiss him but Rory beat me to it. Approaching the Doctor he'd put his hand under his chin, lifted his face up and pressed their lips together. It was the first time I'd seen it and crickey but it was hot. I found myself squeezing my thighs together trying to quell the sensation suddenly rising between my legs. My mind drifted back as it had so often recently to feeling the Doctor inside me, behind me, mastering me like I'd always wanted him to. When I'd snapped back to myself I found them both looking at me, each wearing a similar, bemused smile.

"She didn't hear us at all." Rory said with a laugh.

"Still, I think we can take that as a yes." The Doctor responded.

Let them have their laugh, I'd thought. I didn't care, I was going to have my boys.

"I don't know what you asked," I said approaching the Doctor where he still hung in the harness. "But yeah, the answer is yes." I stepped astride him and grabbing the harness straps lowered myself onto his lap, both of us then suspended in mid air.

He groaned immediately and shut his eyes. Rory watched me, lust rising in his gaze before he took the opportunity to kiss the Doctor again.

I was wet already as I started to grind against him and immediately felt him rise to the occasion.

"So, tonight then?" I asked.

He groaned again and said something that was muffled by Rory's hungry mouth.

"Mmphh mph."

"Come again?"

I saw his eyebrows raise at my choice of words and he pulled away from Rory only momentarily to answer me.

"Amy, I can't."

"Oohh wrong answer." I let myself grind against him again, the sensation garnering a moan from both of us.

"Really, Amy..." he began suddenly breathless, "I can't, if I don't fix the TARDIS now they'll be badness and sparks and things and boom! He extended one hand backward to yank Rory down for another deep kiss and with his other hand he pulled against him hard.

"Ok, when then?" I pressed him.

We soon became an even more intricately tangled mass of limbs as Rory's hand crept beneath my shirt to fondle my breasts.

"Umm.." the Doctor began but then let his sentence drop off.

I came down hard on him again, raising my hips before dropping them, feeling the stiffness of his cock within his trousers brush against me through the thin material of my knickers.

"Two nights from now." he said with a weak burst. "Please, you two, just give me two nights."

"I don't know that we want to wait that long." Rory said. I saw the bulge in his trousers and couldn't imagine which one of them I wanted first.

The Doctor whined, he actually whined and I giggled before giving his nipple a tweak through his shirt.

"Please, please listen. I swear just give me a bit of time I...I...God Lord, Rory you smell fantastic. Amy, just move your hips, please, just once more..."

"Ok, ok." Rory said and I could hear the reluctant resoluteness of his voice. "Come along, Amy. If the Doctor says he's busy now then we should leave him to it."

Rory offered me his hand and with a pout I raised myself off the Doctors lap. We left the small space, and stood on the landing just before the stairs watching him. Rory was behind me pressed close and I could feel his erection fighting against the zipper of his trousers. The Doctor looked a mess. Hair disheveled, out of breath, shirt untucked, and sporting a sizeable erection I had to restrain myself from heading back to.

"You can't seriously just leave me like this." he said so forlornly.

"Well you're otherwise engaged." Rory said "But that doesn't mean we can't go off somewhere and practice."

"You're busy," I said agreeing lightly, "You've got loads of work to do."

"You are an evil one, Pond. I've met a lot of diabolical, unscrupulous, dangerous, dangerous women in my day but you may take the cake."

"Doesn't she, though?" Rory responded with a smile. I grinned and turned to kiss him. After I'd finished I whispered something in his ear.

"And you, Roranicus, just as bad as her. Of all the coldhearted things to do to a person."

The edge to the Doctors voice, with its playful danger, its threat of a sexual price he intended to make us pay made me shiver with expectancy.

Placing a hand on Rory's shoulder to steady myself I waited as my husband placed his hands under my skirt.

"You're right Doctor, we can't just leave you with nothing. Amy had a wonderful idea."

As I'd instructed he tugged at my panties loosening them from my hips, I wiggled them the rest of the way down my leg. I stepped out of them and Rory picked them up off the grated floor.

He held them to his face and inhaled deeply before offering the Doctor a lusty grin.

"Something to remember us by." he said before tossing them in the Doctor's direction. he caught them with ease and just touching the material seemed to make him groan.

"I'd throw you mine," Rory joked "But I don't think it would have the same effect."

We both laughed but the poor Doctor all strained and hard seemed in no mood for humor.

"See you bright and early tomorrow, Doctor." I said as we ascended the steps.

"Just two nights? Right?" Rory added.

The Doctor was raging, horny, frustrated and delighted at this unexpected foreplay. He bellowed after us.

"I'm going to get you for this! Both of you! When you beg for more, for a respite, for harder, faster, slower, 'Oh, touch me just there, Doctor' and I make you wait, I make you plead, I make you squirm. You're going to remember this moment, you'll remember how you left me, you'll remember the reason I won't let you come just yet, you'll remember that you awoke the stamina of a Timelord...and you're gonna love it."

Rory and I barely made it to our room, in fact we tumbled to the floor halfway in and halfway out, chests heaving, the Doctors words ringing in our ears. We went at it, right there in the archway of our bedroom, me grasping the wooden frame for support as his hips thundered against mine. We hadn't meant it as a final tease for the Doctor, it had just happened that way, but still, down the twisting corridor we could hear his frustrated growl.