Ch 9

She smiled, nuzzling her nose against his neck before moving back up to kiss his lips. She tugged at his shirt as he unbuttoned the buttons, eager to have it off him. He chuckled at her impatience, finding her absolutely adorable. He flung his shirt to the side and reached up to tug off hers. She practically ripped off her own shirt, letting out a frustrated growl as her belly got in the way of her moving further against him. He smiled, loving the way she pouted. He reached an arm up to stroke along her curves, admiring the way she looked. She blushed as she noticed the way he was looking at her. He made her feel good about herself, made her feel beautiful. He took her wrist, placing kisses along it until he reached the crook of her arm. He sat himself up more so her could trace kisses along her collarbone. Her eyes fluttered shut, loving the affection of his kisses. He moved lower slipping his mouth over or breast. She moaned quietly, leaning more towards him, her fingers tangling into his hair. He brought a hand down to remove his trousers. He tried not to move to much as to not disturb her pleasure. Her chest was heaving, her fingers tightening in his hair. When she noticed him trying to remove his trousers, she moved her hands to them as well, eager to help. They got their trousers off in no time and then their pants. Then it was just two naked bodies in the half built nursery, hers kneeling on top of his. She stared at him for a moment, biting her lip a hungry look in her eyes. "Remember to keep quiet." She breathed in his ear, before lightly nipping at his earlobe.

He nodded, "You're the one who's going to have trouble not making noise." He teased before lifting her just enough to slip inside of her. She pressed her lips together, already struggling to keep quiet, though she tried not to let it show. A small moan managed to escape her lips as she lightly bit down on the base of his neck.

"Try me." She breathed. His back stiffened at the feeling of her teeth. Though it didn't hurt, he wanted badly to groan, but he was determined to win. He bucked his hips into her with force that under normal circumstances would make her cry out. She let out a small whimpering squeak as his hips bucked into hers. She knew she was going to lose, but that didn't mean she would just give up, especially since she knew he would fight to win. He continued the motion several times. He was a little upset that all he got out of her was a squeak.

"I underestimated you." He whispered.

She smiled, "I guess you'll just have to try harder." She ground her hips down into his. He suppressed a moan, trying to think of what he could do to win this. She gave him a bruising kiss, rolling her hips around on his. Every inch of her body was ten times more sensitive than normal and she knew it probably wouldn't take much more until she broke. He could see her face in concentration of trying not to make noise. His eyes brightened up as he thought of a new way to try and win. In a swift move, but not too roughly, he flipped the two of them over so River was on her back and her leg resting on his shoulders. She sucked in a sharp breath, biting her lip. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, knowing that anything more and she would lose their game, but she had to admit, it was so worth it. He grinned. At this angle he had much more leverage and could move much faster. He began to fly in and out of her the fastest he was allowed with hurting her. She finally let out a loud moan, trying to buck her hips towards his. "I hate you." She said in between gasps, letting out another loud groan as she arched her back up.

"You're just mad you lost" His voice was breathy and he didn't slow his pace.

"Oh shut up, you had an unfair advantage." Her nails clawed at the floor, relieved that she could finally make noise.

"Did I really? And what was that?" He teased.

She managed to glare at him for a moment, "It's that I'm pregnant and you know that everything's much more sensitive now."

"I call that an advantage for you, not me."

"I really do hate you sometimes." She breathed, rolling her hips into his.

"No you don't " He grunted. Her leg hooked around the back of his neck, trying to pull him closer to her as she drew nearer and nearer to her unraveling. She drew him close enough that he place could more kisses along her belly. Her skin tingled with every kiss and she could feel small movements beneath her skin, hoping Amelia didn't know what was going on. The Doctor seemed to have forgotten about the risk of being caught by their very own daughter. He let out loud groans as he too, came closer to the edge.

"Doctor..." She hissed, her hands moving to cover her belly, as if trying to shield the children from his loud groans, although they did wonders for her own arousal.

"Right, sorry" He blushed, shushing his noises.

"It's alright." She murmured, "It's quite sexy if you ask me." She smirked, wanting to make him blush even more. Her chest was glistening with sweat, her cheeks flushed.

"You know what I find sexy? You. Down to every curve, you are the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"Really?" She asked, beaming up at him, "I'm the sexiest thing you've ever seen?"

"Really" He confirmed. "Nothing in the universe compares to you." His praise for her had made her cheeks a bit redder, which she hadn't been expecting.

"I love you so much." She breathed, completely loving and adoring.

"I love you, too. More than you could ever imagine." He grunted as pleasure rose in him. She let out a rather high pitched cry, her head banging against the floor as her back arched up towards him. He grinned at his handy work. Her head hit against the floor again, deciding that she couldn't hold back her volume anymore as she moaned again.

She felt Amelia kick again, this time much stronger. "She's definitely awake..." She murmured, looking down at her belly.

He blushed, "Did she.. er.. hear us?"

"I don't know..." She murmured, her hand running along her belly, "But you'd better keep quiet so she doesn't." He grumbled a bit, not wanting to have to be quiet, but nodded, resuming his actions. She struggled to keep quiet again, finding it even harder than before as she was nearer to her release. He leaned down to press his lips to hers softly moaning into her mouth. She came as he moaned into her mouth, struggling and failing to suppress her moans as her body trembled beneath his. He followed right after her, doing an only slightly better job of staying quiet. He looked at her with a satisfied grin on his face. She smiled up at him, panting. She was exhausted how, having spent all her energy. He pulled out and crawled over to sit next to her and let her regain her energy.

"You know, Riv. I was thinking,.. maybe we should be planning more for when the babies come." She shivered slightly, resting her head against his knee.

"What sort of planning?" She asked quietly, looking up at him.

"Like for the birth. Is it going to happen in the TARDIS? Do you want to be in the bathtub? Am I going to deliver them? Those kinds of things." She made a face, hating to think about the details of the birth.

"Is there anyone else who can deliver them?" She asked softly, thinking that's she'd prefer to have her husband by her side rather than at her feet. He thought for a couple moments.

"I had a companion, Martha Jones. Did I ever mention her? She's been training to be a doctor. She won't recognize me though. And there's Jack and his team at Torchwood. They're all experienced in that kind of stuff. " He paused, thinking. "I think you should have a water birth."

"Why do you think that?" She raised an eyebrow, "And you have mentioned Martha. To be completely honest, I think I'd prefer her, especially with my...history with Jack, I wouldn't want him delivering our children." He nodded understanding. He didn't want Jack near that part of her either.

"Water births are a lot more comfortable" He explained. "It's more relaxing for you and the babies, it reduces tearing, and there's less clean up afterwards. Plus, it would allow me to be near your head and hold your hand and catch the babies at the same time."

She nodded slowly, "Well if that's our best option, then it's fine with me." She smiled up at him weakly, "I suppose we should talk to Martha about delivering the twins then."

"Still not going to let me do it then?"

"Do you really want to?" She frowned slightly, not really wanting him to do it. However, if it was what he really wanted, then she would have no choice but to agree.

"I mean, if you don't want me to... it should really be your choice."

"But I'm asking you, do you really want to do it?"

"Well... yes. Of course."

"Well then you can do it." She stood up, collecting her clothes and pulling them back on. He grinned, watching her bare skin disappear under the fabric.

"So how about that bookshelf. You still up for it?"

She glanced over at him, laughing a bit, "I'm exhausted, but I think we can manage to finish it together before I go take a nap." He hopped up, grabbing his trousers and redressing before pulling out the large box that contained all the wooden pieces of the shelf. She walked over to him, examining the box before opening it, "Now, I know how much you hate it, but we have to follow the instructions."

"Wha-? But, but... fine" He grumbled, reaching for the sheet of paper and unfolding it.

"I'm serious about this." She gave him a look, wanting to be sure he would listen to her, "We don't want the book case falling apart and crushing one of our daughters because you didn't read the instructions properly." He didn't like the thought of that.

"Right." He said and turned that paper right side up.

She nodded, "So what do we have to do first?"

"Connect the base to the... no wait. That's not right. First we but the back on... no, hang on." He turned that paper sideways then back up right. "Ah. Fit together pieces G to A. A to B, B to C, and so on."

She raised her eyebrows, "And what's that supposed to mean? Which piece is A..."

"Um.." He handed her the paper and went over to the box. He pulled out all of the many wooden bits and slayed them out on the floor. "They're lettered." He picked up one of them. "This is A"

"Alright then..." She looked around, finding G. "Here, you should do it."

"Right, okay" He held the pieces together and looked up at her. "Do we have drill or something?"

She rolled her eyes, "You're the one that lives here all the time, you should know. I'll go find one..."

"I think it's by the kitchen. Top shelf of the supply closet, second right then a left." He told her. She nodded, heading off to the supply closet. Several minutes went by and she still hadn't returned. He waited for foot steps, but heard none. "River?" He called. There was no response from her. "RIVER?" He called again, louder. He could hear his voice echoing through the halls, but still no response. He jumped up, hearts pounding. Armed with a sonic, he stepped out of the room, cautiously making his way to where he sent her, still calling her name. There was a loud shout from down the hall, much further from where he had sent her. "River!" He started sprinting at full speed to where to noise came from, scared of what he might find. Another cry of panic came from where River was, backed up against the wall, her eyes wide with what almost looked like fear. He ran over to her. "River? River! What happened? What's going on? Are you hurt?" His voice was full of panic.

She looked over at him, staring for a moment as her fearful look melted into confusion, "What are you talking about?"