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As they moved through the corridors towards the TARDIS, their hunger for each other grew with every straying hand, every panting kiss.

They came across the blue box almost by accident, too absorbed in each other. The Doctor pushed her up against the wooden doors as she dragged his jacket off his shoulders.

He snapped his fingers and they staggered inside.


They were on the glass floor of the console room, the Doctor on his back, his red headed companion sprawled on top of him. Their bare chests moved in time with their breathing as they enjoyed, for the first time, the feeling of bare skin on skin. His hands were on her back, drawing lazy circles on her skin.

After a while, she lifted her heavy head and gazed up at his face.

This man.

He looked back at her with those old old eyes. This man, this Doctor, was hers. He would protect her whilst giving her the freedom to spread her wings. He understood she was too wild to be tamed.

She was his Amy.

He looked down at her, straining to keep his head up so he didn't have to stop looking at her. Her alabaster skin shone with happiness as her red lips broke into a smile. He raised a hand and ran it through her flaming silky hair.

He was hers alright.

Amy's consciousness swam back from the murky depths of sleep, and she stretched her bare legs groggily. She felt tired and satisfied, and was reminded of the post-swim feeling she used to get as a child, curled up in a blanket, limbs aching from exertion. She snuggled into the mattress and smiled. She did not expect the gentle nudge on the tip of her nose.

She squeaked in surprise and her eyes snapped open. The Doctor's face was inches from her own, his eyes creased in a boyish grin.

"Good morning." he said.

She giggled and rubbed her eyes.

"What was that for?"

He bobbed his head towards hers, again nudging her nose with his.

"It's how cats show affection." He explained.

"I do feel like a satisfied feline right now, so I suppose it's appropriate." She reached her arms over her head and stretched fully, her mouth open in a monstrous yawn.

He rolled over to rest next to her, one arm draped over her midriff, so she could feel his breath on her shoulder. She looked at his face with unrestrained happiness, and they both smiled into each other's bleary eyes.

She turned onto her side and rested her hand against his face. He kissed her palm in response.


A/N Just a little fluff for y'all to make up for all the angst I put you through :)