PLEASE READ:
Ok, guys here is what I'll call Chapter 8(B), even though FF dot net categorizes it as Chapter 9. So this doesn't negate anything you just read, it's just, like I said I couldn't make up my mind as to what I wanted them to do together. Whenever I start off with the intention of writing a simple Plot, what plot?, some stitch of plot always gets in there. This chapter is a bit more emotional than the one that preceded it. You get a little unexpected taste of Dark Doctor as well as wibbly emotional bits at the end. It's a bit more Amy/Doctor centric. Again, this doesn't mean Chapter 8(A) didn't happen, this is just an alternate version of what could have taken place because I'm so wishy washy and I'm trying to please everyone. Remember as they say in Trek, IDIC, infinite diversity in infinite combination. Or everything that can happen, does happen.
Thank you so very much for the reviews, they are as always so supportive, so much fun to receive and such a thrill to read. Please keep it up, let me know what you like. I think there will be an 8(C), but I'm not sure yet. Even if there's not, this isn't the conclusion of the story. Ok, this is from Amy's point of view, again. I'll stop talking now...
...And Hers
"So how do we do this?" The Doctor asked, He was positioned between my legs grinning down at me with that dangerous smile of his. "How do we go about pleasing Amelia Pond?"
"Oh I don't know, I can think of a few ways." I said hooking my legs about him and locking my ankles at the small of his back.
"Blimey, she's got me caged!" the Doctor said with a hint of amazement.
"Yeah, she does that." Rory answered. "She saw it in a Bond movie once, kept trying it out on me."
"You didn't protest?" the Doctor asked.
"Would you? Are you?."
"Good point. Amy in the name of the Shadow Proclamation I demand you release me."
"Oh all right." I said with a sigh. "So what now?"
"Well that's entirely up to you now isn't it?" Rory said and laying down on the bed next to me he started kissing my shoulder.
"Exactly. Whatever Amy wants. Amy's choice."
The Doctor hadn't moved and made a sudden beeline for my neck. Their lips and the expert way they were using them started to distract me from the fact that a question had been asked. Their hands found my breasts and I closed my eyes intent on enjoying this.
"Any sort of direction you want to give us?" Rory asked before glancing his tongue across the skin behind my ear. That made me shiver, it always did and I gave a little cry of appreciation. "Toys? Want me to go get toys?" he asked.
"No no no no no," the Doctor said suddenly his lips still hovering above my chest. " I've got toys here, should the situation call for it. Big toys, little toys, floppy toys, double sided toys, nipple clamps, handcuffs, paddles, sex position furniture-" He had propped himself up during this little speech and was distractedly playing with my nipple.
"What kind of parties do you throw, Doctor?" I asked him incredulously.
"It's not for me. It's for you. I didn't know what you lot might be into. I wanted to be prepared so I stopped by Planet Sex Shop and picked up a few things."
"There's a planet that's comprised of nothing but sex shops?" Rory asked incredulous. he had been nibbling my neck and had, quite regretfully, stopped to answer the Doctor.
"Is Planet Hollywood a planet full of Hollywoods? No, Rory, don't be daft. It's a sex shop called Planet Sex Shop. It's in Cardiff across from a Tea shop. I asked them a lot of questions, the sex shop people not the tea shop people and then they got a bit cross with me. I don't think I'm invited back. But the tea shop people loved me, said I was a nice young man and offered me a job. You don't want toys, do you Amy?"
"Well, no. My main toys are the "Doctor" and "Rory" and I've got you guys right here, y'know if we could ever get anything started." I said pointedly.
"What do you mean "Main toys"? Are there other toys? Toys I don't know about? Secret toys? What do they do?" Rory asked his eyes wide with excitement.
"Nothing then, no desire to handcuff me or something of the sort." the Doctor asked sounding a bit disappointed.
"Oooh Doctor, you fancy being being tied up?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Don't know, never tried it. Sounds interesting. What about the swing, we seemed on the verge of having a lot of fun in the swing. I could unhook it, grab my goggles and be back here assembling it in a flash."
"Ok, lots of speculation going on but no one actually doing anything. You two snog while I think." That seemed like a fine enough idea to me.
"We're not gonna snog on command, Pond." the Doctor said a bit indignantly.
"Oi! I thought this was about me!"
"Well, it is but you have to be included." Rory insisted.
"Ok, we'll all snog...and think. Snog and think." I said.
"Agreed." My boy said in unision. The settled themselves quite reasonably again on either side of me and diplomatically began by kissing each other above me. Slow and soft with the Doctor tracing his fingers across Rory's jaw line. I watched Rory's tongue slip into the Doctor's mouth and the other man sighed in kissed one another a differently than they kissed me, it was harder, a touch more desperate as if each time they were tentatively expressing their devotion for the other hoping he hadn't changed his mind.
With precision they broke the kiss and both turned to me at the same time. Rory pressed his lips against mine kissing me wetly while the Doctor turned his attention back to him. nibbling at the column of my husbands neck. Just as I was growing accustomed to Rory's mouth he pulled back and was replaced with the Doctor. I felt his tongue start to probe and mine began to duel with him. Rory's teeth were on my neck and I raised both of my hands to cradle the back of each of their heads.
"Gotta tell you, boys. This is working for me."
They didn't answer me and I didn't care. If anything they got increasingly intense, both of them demanding more of my mouth and each others. Eventually we were just a chorus of inviting and appreciative "Mmmm".
There was want and need in the Doctors eyes when he pulled away from me. His lips glistening from our kisses.
"Amy, please let me taste you." he begged. "Please."
The indescribable surge of power at having the Doctor plead for me was incredibly erotic. I loved the idea that I had been refusing him, putting him off, holding him at bay, reducing him to the point where he had to grovel just to have his mouth on me. Now this was a fantasy.
Rory paused at the corner of my mouth before whispering.
"He has been ever so good."
All I could do was nod and the look of gratitude on the Doctors face made me so curious that right after he said "Thank you." I responded with "Wait."
Both Rory and the Doctor froze to look at me.
I swallowed before continuing.
"Kiss your way down my body. Earn your place."
The Doctor broke into an eager smile and I knew I had pleased him. This was going to be fun. A lot of fun. Rory gave me an impressed look before returning to my collarbone.
The Doctor returned his attention to my breasts choosing to start there for his descent down my frame.
"Tell me what you want, Amy. Guide me." The Doctor said.
"Tell us what you need, Amy." Rory echoed.
"Rory...just keep kissing me. God you're such a good kisser."
I put my hand on the back of the Doctors head, stressing to him that it wasn't quite time to leave my nipples yet. He happily continued massaging my breasts somehow managing to give them equal attention. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, I've seen him pilot the TARDIS with both hands, his foot and a backscratcher. It wasn't long before he'd coaxed them to stiff, sensitive, blushed peaks. He had me squirming already and Rory was making my body feel all warm and glowy.
"Ok, enough, Doctor..."
"Are you sure? You sounds like you were quite close. In fact just another lick or two..."
"No, not yet, I don't want to, just yet, move on."
"If you like." he said agreeably, his lips finding my ribcage before planting gentle kisses in a trail leading to my belly button. He grazed my stomach before stopping at the well of my belly button to dip his tongue inside.
Meanwhile Rory was leaving me breathless especially when he whispered "I'm so hard, right now, Amy." I reached my hand down to grasp his cock and he shuddered in response.
The Doctor had moved past my belly button, further and further down and I found it harder to control my breathing, his approach was making my heart race. I was stroking Rory back and forth while he left stinging hickeys on my neck. I raised my knees up on the bed to welcome the Doctor and glanced down at him.
He was kissing my inner thighs, or more like worshiping them, delaying the moment, as he lavished them with attention.
"Are you nervous?" he asked without even looking at me.
"No...well maybe a little. Don't quite know why."
"You needn't be." was his reply.
The first touch of his mouth was electric. Just a kiss, right above my clit and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Rory groaned either because of my reaction or because with my movements I squeezed him a bit firmer than normal. Either way everyone seemed to be having a smashing time.
"You're so wet, Amy. Is that for me or for Rory, which one of us can claim that?" as he asked he gave a tentative lick to my labia first one side then the other and my hips bucked wildly.
"Both..." I said breathlessly. "Both of you."
Rory had paused, seemingly interested in watching the Doctor and my reactions, and in the interim he palmed my breasts casually.
"Both of us? Well we are two very lucky blokes." His tongue made a graceful circle parting and teasing my flesh. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this, Amy?"
"No." wiggling my toes in anticipation of him telling me.
"Since I got a moment to breathe after Prisoner Zero and actually got a good look at you in that kiss-o-gram outfit. Blimey, if that skirt were any shorter..." he trailed off before parting my lips and probing deeper.
"Yeah, that's my favorite too." Rory said.
"Doctor," I started, now it was me who was begging. "Please...
"Do you feel like you're about to come, Amelia?" The Doctor asked calmly. He licked me firmly, no longer lazy but focused. He kept his tongue flat and broad covering more delicious surface area.
"Yes, Doctor..." I breathed.
"Not yet, dear. Let me coax it out of you."
For the first time he touched my clit and I shut my eyes tightly taking a handful of the bedding in my grip. I cried out not even attempting to stay quiet. I couldn't have even if I'd wanted to and I heard Rory make a lusty noise from the back of his throat. Something about glancing down and seeing the top of the Doctors head between the pillars of my knees, moving ever so slightly made the situation more intense.
It felt silly now, to have imagined him as inexperienced or out of practice he was a skilled lover, he knew exactly what he was doing and every time he brought me close to the brink he'd pull back. I saw Rory place his hand on the back of the Doctors head not so much directing him, he didn't need it, but just encouraging him. My husband too had inched his way down to the lower part of my body and he kissed the curve of my hip bone as the Doctor continued.
I was squirming, unable to stay still and being as vocal as I pleased. When the Doctor pulled away from me for a moment to question "Ready?" I nodded enthusiastically.
At the moment he started sucking my clit in earnest I closed my eyes again but not before seeing Rory make a frenzied movement to place himself near the Doctors cock. Rory urged the him to turn his hips giving him access to the Time Lords erection. He took him in his mouth and while the Doctor whimpered he didn't stop what he was doing to me.
I didn't have to tell him I was coming. I started off slow, shaky and nearly silent, just a shocked sounding sort of "Oh" but gradually my voice rose higher and higher "Doctor. Doctor. Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Oh God, Doctor, please, please don't stop. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"
It was like a cascading effect. As I was descending the peak he was climbing it. He pulled his mouth away from me resting his face against my inner thigh.
"Rory..." was all the Doctor said, just one breathy recitation of my husband name as he came, hips pumping, emptying into Rory's mouth.
Rory came last and perhaps hardest of all, with his mouth still on the Doctor I saw his own ab muscles tense followed by that lovely fluid arc, spurting upwards before running down his closed and pumping fist.
We lay there, panting, exhausted, sated linked together like a loose daisy chain.
"Crikey..." was all the Doctor managed to say.
"Yeah." Rory and I responded together.
"Which one of us is nearer to the banana drink?" The Doctor queried.
"I think I am." Rory responded and went in search of the bottle. He produced it, took a sip and handed it to the Doctor who drank and in turn handed it to me. It tasted a bit more like a latundan I'd had once as opposed to banana, but it was good and in moments I felt it go to work. The tension of overused muscles and lingering sensitivity flowed from my body. That easy, sleepy post coital fog cleared and suddenly I felt wonderful, energized, ready, while still enjoying the dreamy orgasmic chemicals . My boys, feeling much the same shifted their positions. The Doctor moved back up to my arms "That was wonderful, darling. Did you enjoy that?"
He nuzzled my cheek and I felt my heart start to thud at the idea of being with him again. "What do you think, Doctor?" I said trying to sound coy and casual and failing.
Soon he was kissing me and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue.
"You make me so hard." he groaned into my ear.
It was shocking to hear and the first thing I wanted was for him to repeat himself.
"Say it again."
He tipped my chin upwards so I was looking directly at him.
"You make me so hard. I'd give up a regeneration to be inside you."
The sheets were soundless and the mattress didn't move or transfer any motion so when Rory took the Doctors place I jumped at the contact before sinking into him. His style was different from the Doctors and just as effective and I thanked the stars again for that banana concoction.
"Prop up for a moment, Amy." The Doctor commanded and I sat up with a whimper. Rory's tongue traced my labia before probing deeper and I rotated my hips wanting him everywhere at once.
The Doctor slipped his body behind mine on the bed and then pulled me back to lay against his chest.
"You see, Pond," he began his voice low and sensual. "The key to a good orgasm is not just stimulating that wonderful area that Rory is exploring right now."
"Doctor, I know a thing or two about coming."
"Sure you do. But just for a moment let the 1200 year old Doctor see if he can enlighten you on a few things."
"You don't have a degree in sex." I protested with a laugh.
"Actually, I do. But returning to my main point, I have a feeling there are at least a few key areas you may be neglecting. Now I believe you're already familiar with how sensitive your nipples are."
The Doctor placed his thumb and forefinger around each of my nipples and gave a light pinch.
"Doctor..." I groaned. Rory not to be outdone took the opportunity to suck rather wetly on my clit and I felt my voice rise a few octaves to show my approval of him as well.
"Steady on, Amy. Not done with the lesson. We're speaking of erogenous zones and the next would be your say your inner thighs." He placed both hands on the smooth skin of my thighs and began running his fingers about them up and down. I felt a wonderful sort of heat build up as he continued and when his strokes turned to gentle scratches I craned my neck backwards towards the Doctor and shoved a hand in Rory's hair. I wanted them both to know how amazing this all felt.
Rory was always so good at head and he was a virgin when we got together just like me. I never could get it out of him where he'd learned to do it, but he could make me come in seconds or delay it for as long as he liked. He was delaying it today, probably so he and the Doctor could work in tandem.
From gently scratching my thighs the Doctor moved to the underside of my knees.
"Now this is a place that's easily forgotten. Back of the knee might not be sexy to many people but the nerves here, when properly stimulated produce the most wonderful sensations. Allow me to demonstrate."
He proceeded to do just that and again I was struck by the fact that the Doctor could be so sensual. He was typically flustered and frustrated and flailing but now he was all smooth hands, slick lines. I felt his erection stiff and inviting and wiggled myself against it. He chuckled, "Naughty girl." and continued those delightful caress-scratches beneath my knees. Rory was making the sexiest sounds from down below and I could see the pumping action of his arm working his own erection.
"Continuing on we can't forget about your ears and the graceful nape of your neck." I felt his lips draw in my right earlobe and I moaned through tightly pressed lips. Reaching a hand back I shoved it into his mess of hair grabbing a small handful and giving it a tug. He'd liked it the last time and just like then he answered me with a groan from the back of his throat. He had a good grip on my lobe, holding it delicately between his teeth while giving it a gentle tonguing. The movements matched Rory's on my clit and their wonderful synchronization had me temporarily forgetting how to speak English.
"Just a few more, Pond. Like I said the nape of your neck." The Doctor picked up my hair and brushed it to the side before planting light breathy kisses on the flesh beneath it. I let my head flop forward a bit, helpless, speechless neither of which happens to me very often. They both felt so good and I was losing myself in it all. I let the Doctor do as he would, every touch he graced me with causing goosebumps to stand out.
"And finally, your lips."
I lolled my head back and to the side to look at him and he grinned.
"Which ones?" I asked cheekily.
"Both pairs actually but since those are already being occupied I'll focus on these. Your lips, Amelia have more nerve endings than almost anywhere else on your body. Almost.." He started tracing my lips with his finger and it felt more sensual than I had ever experienced. He then put his finger under my chin turning my face more towards him. "Imagine that, Amelia. Imagine how delicate and sensitive they are. So if Rory has his mouth on your clit and I have my lips on yours like this." He kissed me softly, before taking my bottom lip and sucking it between his own. "I wonder how long it will take before we make you come again."
The Doctor had his hand on my breast gently tweaking a nipple while proving himself to be the second best kisser I'd ever had in my life. Rory was making me wetter than I'd ever been before and both of them were too much for me to handle. I started to come, moaning into the Doctor's mouth and the moan after a while turned into a bit of a squeal. I would have bucked away from Rory but he held me firm, pinning my hips down with neither he nor the Doctor taking their mouths away.
When Rory did relinquish me, he pushed up to his knees, invigorated and practically leap frogged across the bed to us. The Doctor was still kissing me sensuously but I saw my husband out of the corner of my eye. The Doctor pulled away to greet him and met Rory with a casual smile.
"Hello, Doctor." before forcefully taking over the kissing.
"Rory." I sighed into his mouth. He pressed his body firmly against mine in turn pressing me against the Doctor.
"Can I?" Rory asked with some desperation.
I nodded, amused that he felt he needed to ask at a time like this.
He eased his cock inside of me and I braced and dug my nails into the Doctors thighs. With Rory's initial thrust all three of us went "Unnh."
I loved sex with Rory, loved it. When I had my first taste of him it had made me a little...insatiable. We started meeting early mornings, lunches, evenings. It got so I'd just see him in the hallway and just end up pushing him into a broom closet. Sometimes Mels would even stand watch for us. I try not to think about how weird that is...He's just so...hot.
Each thrust felt so good, so full and I pulled at Rory's backside in an effort to hold him longer and deeper.
The Doctors soft moans were also hitting my ear gentle and rhythmic.
"Doctor, I'm sorry for using you as a mattress." I apologized.
"Quite all right, Amy. My cock is feeling very nice pressed against you not to mention I've got a very nice view of Rory's flexing bottom."
"Still Rory, lets change position. Can I ride you?"
Rory cast me an 'Are you kidding' sort of look. It was one of his favorite positions so I knew he'd never complain.
In one move he had pulled out of me and in the next he was on his back motioning me on top of him. I scrambled to my knees to hurry back onto his cock. The Doctors approach was more lazy and I had already sunk down onto Rory by the time he joined us.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder just like he liked and he moaned on cue. His hands crept up to my breasts and he started to thrust upwards but I stilled him a bit, I wanted to make this last. "Slow." was all I said and he grimaced and tried to oblige.
I glanced over at the Doctor and saw him looking at us with a dreamy sort of gaze.
"What are you thinking, Doctor?" I asked. Rory tweaked one of my nipples and I immediately lost my train of thought.
"Just watching, Amy." the Doctor whispered, almost reverently. "You're both so beautiful. So human."
"Thank you. But my fantasy doesn't include you kicking back and watching, Raggedy Man."
The Doctor raised his eyebrows a bit. "At your service, Pond. What can I do for you?"
"Get over here." I said curling a finger at him.
He came over to us on his knees and Rory sat up putting his arms behind him for support. He leaned over to kiss Rory which my husband happily accepted. Pulling away he licked his lips and turned his attention to me.
"Now, darling, how can I please you? More than you're already being pleased by Roranicus, there."
"He's really good, Doctor. And you can make it better."
"Can I?"
"Oh yes." I said pulling him in for a kiss that I felt make him weak. "Can you spank me...again?"
"Amy, fun is fun but I don't want to hurt you." he said a bit nervously.
"Why would you hurt me, Doctor? Just a friendly paddle between lovers. Come on," I said leveling my gaze to his. "You know you really liked it. I felt how hard you were."
The Doctor swallowed and put a hand on the small of my back.
"Please, Doctor, I'm so close. I just want to come, with your hand on my arse and Rory inside me. Please."
"Oh, God, Doctor just spank her." Rory called out with frustration. He was flat on his back again eyes closed in concentration. I was in complete control of him, always a top fantasy but there was still the ever present needling desire to have the Doctor in control of me. Ok, so I have some deep seated control/Daddy/lover/alien/discipline issues, what of it?
"Whisper in my ear, all the things you never tell me. All the things you would think when I'd brush past you in the console room. All the ways you got just the smallest bit angry at me for teasing you with something you couldn't have. Show me just a hint of your darkness, Doctor."
His face changed then, and an ancient war spread across his features.
"Amy," he began warningly, "My darkness is not something to be toyed with."
"Please, Doctor, just a bit. I have to know you mean it. I have to feel it's real." I took the hand that was on my back and brought it down to my bottom. He looked at me with those deep eyes and then I saw him make a decision. When he did his entire demeanor changed. He maintained eye contact but he was so still that the first spank surprised me.
"I know this is your fantasy, and I know it's what you want so I will go along with it, once. Only once." He spanked me again and I yelped which apparently this Doctor didn't care for.
"Shut up." he said harshly. "I'm speaking."
I started to rock back and forth on Rory, completely unaware until that moment that I had stopped. He moaned gratefully and I kept my eyes on the Doctor, afraid to look away. I leaned forward a bit, arching my back to give him better access to me. He leaned into me, close, his eyes, his face, even his energy was different and he put his lips right to my ear. When he spoke it was low and measured and so soft I doubted Rory could hear. The only discernible sounds coming from the Doctor as far as he would be concerned were the erratic smacks.
"You want to know what I think? Very well, then. I thought from the moment that I saw you with your short skirts and your tight jumpers that you were the virgin trying to play the seductress. *spank* Every movement of your hips, *spank* every flash of your eyes, you were begging me to take you right there on the floor like an animal. Not having the slightest clue what you were asking for. *spank spank* I was always only one step away, or so I told myself. If she asks just once more *spank*. If she looks at me with those coquettish glances just once more, I will take her. " *spank*
This was a different kind of game his hand and his words were harsher. For a moment, I worried.
"Why didn't you?" I asked and earned another spank, even harder this time. More than
likely for daring to ask him a question.
"Because Amy, once I begin I cannot stop myself. Do you think I couldn't hear you. That I couldn't always hear you? *spank* That I can see all of space and time, the breadth of the universe and I couldn't hear one *spank* breathless, *spank* unsatisfied *spank* girl, wanking in her room."
I pressed my lips together in embarrassment, I knew he'd heard us recently, Rory and me but those early days on the TARDIS...well I thought I was out of sight out of mind. So many times I'd be sitting in that spinning chair, watching him operate his ship or trying to concentrate on some lecture he was giving me and all the while it was an effort to keep my hand from sliding up my skirt. Finally I'd excuse myself, retreat to my room get myself off. Sometimes it took at least two times before I figured I could face him again without my knees buckling. And he knew, this whole time, he knew.
"I know all your secrets, Amy, *spank* every single one of them. I can taste it in the air as you walk by. I can smell it on your fingers. *spank* Your sex, your needs, permeate my TARDIS but it doesn't even come close to what I need."
I leaned in to kiss him and to my surprise he acquiesced, but it was a hard kiss, a kiss of possession. He wrenched his mouth away and putting his fingers in my hair and gripping a handful of it he forced me away from him.
"Watch your husband, not me."
I did as he bade me do. Rory's face was a mask of ecstasy and impossible restraint. His face combined with the Doctors words and I was rolling my hip, leaning forward and moaning with each of thrust and swat.
He had released my hair before he started to speak again.
"There are rooms here, Amy, in the recesses of this ship filled with things you could not possibly imagine. *spank* Rooms where I would have had you bound and chained and I would have taught you to worship me like a god. You would have known what it was like to subsist only on the mercy *spank* and the desires *spank* of a Timelord. You would crawl after me on your knees begging for my attention and my cock. *spank* There are rooms here, Amy, where you would know my name only to be master. Yes *spank*, master. No *spank*, master. I am so sorry *spank* for having offended you *spank*, master. Rooms without rules except the ones I dictate. Rooms where you would cower and orgasm simply at the sight of me."
I started to shake and quiver atop of Rory and he had more than he could take already.
"Amy..." he said weakly and I felt him spasm, contract and come inside me, grunting and moaning all the while.
"That is just a trace of my darkness, Amy." The Doctor was breathing heavily, his face pressed close to mine, his lips nearly kissing me ear."That is what I hold back and repress from you and Rory. That is why I have so many rules. I am Time Lord Victorious and It is my nature to consume what I desire. Now come for him and come for me, you teasing, presumptuous little girl."
I lay flat down upon Rory's chest, bouncing on his cock, grinding him into me as I came. The Doctor timed his spanks with my motions, slowing them as I slowed, stopping when I lay on Rory trying to catch my breath, eyes shut, weaving that blissful cohesion between the pleasure and pain.
Rory kissed the top of my head, over and over again, his hand stroking my back.
"Amy...that was..." he didn't finished, simply trailed off and I kissed him in agreement. One kissed turned into two and the next thing I knew we were snogging. I couldn't get enough of him, of either of them, cravings only multiplied never dissipated.
"Amy," he whispered to me after who knows how long. "I think we're being a bit rude to the Doctor."
I stopped, bit my lip and nodded.
"What exactly did he say to you?" Rory asked curiously.
"Things that I shouldn't have." came the reply.
Both Rory and I sat up and I finally eased my body off of his.
"What did you say to her?" Rory asked looking concerned. "It couldn't have been anything too bad. She certainly seemed to enjoy it."
The Doctor was sitting, rather forlornly on the bed and he ran a hand nervously through his hair.
"Amy, I'm sorry." he began.
I touched Rory's cheek, so he wouldn't worry and made my way across the expanse of the bed to the Doctor.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
He looked embarrassed, not just embarrassed but a bit ashamed.
"Perhaps, this was a bad idea." he said quietly.
I sat next to him and put my hand in his hair, smoothing down its typical unruliness.
He gave me a sad smile in return.
"It wasn't a bad idea. It was what I wanted. What I asked for. You didn't do anything wrong."
"Oh but I did. I never should have allowed myself to tell you those things."
"No, now listen here. We're all in this together. We're taking each other as we are, the good the bad and the ugly. So what if you've got a little bit more ugly than the rest of us?"
"Bad. The correct word...is bad."
"Sorry, what did he say?" Rory said moving nearer.
"Rory, wouldn't you assume that someone who's really, really old might have a lot of secrets?" I began.
"What, like you mean a name that he won't tell anyone? Umm yeah."
"Right. And wouldn't you assume that traveling around the universe being a hero, and saving planets and making friends... and losing them and having to make the saddest, hardest decisions anyone's ever had to make each and every day would mean someone would have some very dark places inside him?"
"Well, yeah of course."
"But that wouldn't be his sum, now would it? That wouldn't be the only thing he is. And it wouldn't mean that you didn't feel safe around him. Just as safe as you ever felt before. It wouldn't mean you'd want to leave him."
"'Course not." Rory said softly.
The Doctor raised his head to look at us, hopeful, trusting.
"It wouldn't mean you didn't love him." I reached over and hugged him and he grabbed on to me a bit desperately.
"Still love me?" he asked with a thick chuckle that he punctuated with a sniffle.
"Couldn't stop even if I wanted to." I whispered. "You ok, now?"
"King of OK, so long as you are."
I nodded and kissed his forehead and he put soft fingers on my backside.
"Does it hurt?"
"I wanted a bit of a stinging bum and I got one." I answered good naturedly.
"You don't think I'm a monster, then?" he asked softly, plaintively. "I would, never, ever do those things to you, to either of you."
"We know that. Now come on, I think you need a lie down. You're a bit emotionally charged."
He let me lead him to the place on the expansive bed that we had designated for sleeping. I directed both he and Rory to settle under the covers before I joined them. Rory, snuggled close to me and not long afterwards was dozing softly.
"You sound like a mum." the Doctor said quietly. No one had spoken for ten or so minutes. We were both on our sides looking at each other in the darkness of the room. I was playing with and stroking his hair, trying to ease his worries. Over a millennium of worries. I could still make out his features; tired and sad.
"I am a mum. We've all lost something, Doctor. It can make you pretty bleak about the world sometimes." I put my arm around him and he moved in closer to me. "We all have a place inside us where we shut away the dark. It's just when the door closes we have to make certain we're on the right side."
"Wise Amelia Pond." he said quietly."And which side of the door are you on, Amy?" he questioned me in the dark. I felt him slip stealthily from my grip. When his lips closed softly around my nipple I was only slightly surprised. As he began to suck I closed my eyes giving in to him, happy that he was trying to feel better, anticipating where he'll go next. But after moments he didn't move on. I opened my eyes and peered down at him in the darkness.
He had latched on sucking and licking, nibbling, pinching, all with his lips, almost rhythmically and my other nipple grew hard in response and neglect. But it was strange, the constant contact started to bring up all sorts of other emotions.
"Doctor," I began in a whisper. I was almost ready to have him stop. It felt different than before. Melody had been at my breast only a few times. Not enough, never enough. I never think of that, why now? This is standard practice of foreplay with Rory, not unusual at all, why would I think of that now? Not now, not when I'm with the Doctor. The Doctor who looked just as young as Rory and I, who needed to be protected as much as he needed to protect us. I wanted to look after him, I wanted to stand in between him and all the demons he kept at bay. And I wanted to be cradled , I wanted to be small and cared for in his arms and Rory's arms. I wanted to have a family, I wanted to plan and have a future. I wanted my baby back. I wanted to stay aboard the TARDIS forever. I wanted to forget everything about Demons Run and everything that lead up to it. Why, why, why was all this coming up now? Why couldn't I just concentrate on what he was trying to do?
He switched nipples and began again and everything swirling inside me seemed to get stronger. He had sucked the pink tipped flesh of one breast until it hardened and swelled and now he focused on the second. The cool air breezed across my body and I shivered as the places still dampened from his saliva grew colder still. We both made soft little noises, "Mmmph" and "Ahhhs" and quiet sighs. But part of me wanted to push him away. It was too much, all these feelings and regrets and hopes and fears and dreams started welling up inside me. Suddenly there was too much, too much emotion, too much lose, too much ownership and love and loyalties and loss. He was simply too close, this wasn't a game, there was no banter, no teasing, no Rory watching. It was just two people, both a bit sad, both a bit lonely both still hurting from long ago and a small part of me was screaming for him to stop. He wanted me to expose everything, he wanted me to open the doors I kept shut. But he wouldn't stop and it felt wonderful and overwhelming and heartbreaking all at the same time. I didn't know if I was going to come or cry. As it turns out I did both.
I came softly, all gasping and fluttery, with light breaths that bridged so easily into sobs. He held me tightly and I dissolved into wholly unexpected tears. A few more light kisses on my breasts and he rose back up to be face to face with me. His eyes were loving and sad.
"Why..." I asked him through the tears.
"Having your lover at your breast facilitates human bonding, it's also more intimate than just nipple play. It decreases anxiety and floods your brain with prolactin, dopamine and oxytocin. The oxytocin, specifically, helps to bond us, you and I, as a mated pair. The dopamine is responsible for the sexual arousal and the prolactin aids in sexual gratification."
"I don't want a biology lesson right now, Doctor." I answered harshly through sobs I fought hard to muffle. But he pressed on.
"But the prolactin, Amy, it also stimulates the mammary glands to produce milk after childbirth." His voice was desperate for me to understand, to make certain I knew he hadn't played some sort of mean trick on me. "Your body remembers that. It remembers if you let it. And all those hormones and the cascade of reactions they produce, are, as with everything you humans do, tied to memory. They stimulate the emotional and memory portions of your brain. It can make you remember. Sometimes you have to remember, Amy, even when you don't want to. It's all there, all of it trapped inside of you and you have to let it out. Everything you worry about, Rory, Melody, River, me. I know what happens when you keep it inside. I am what happens when you keep it inside.
I was full out crying now, as quietly as possible.
"I don't want to wake Rory. I don't want to worry him. " I whispered.
"Rory would understand. He and I talk about her often, what she she might have grown into without interference. Who she might have been. But he tells me, you and he don't discuss it. You and I never talk anymore. Not about what you want, or need. Not about your life in Leadworth. How you worry about Rory. How you worry about having children. How you worry one day I'll drop you off disappear and you'll never see me again, and you'll spend your life despairing that I died alone. Talk to me, Amelia"
"Can't." I said simply. "Can't talk. Can't feel it . Can't let it in."
His face broke slightly, and I felt his heart breaking for me.
"Dearest, it's already inside you. You won't let it break me and I won't let it break you, ok?"
"You know too much..." I hissed but there was little behind it. I didn't have the strength or the inclination and I moved into his arms, for safety and succor.
He nodded, offering no argument.
"Careful that you haven't shut yourself up somewhere. I've done it to myself, over and over again. Be smarter than your stupid, old Doctor, eh? Come to the other side of the door, Amelia. Let's be in the sunlight for a while. "
"It hurts, Doctor."
"I know, dear heart, I know."
He kissed me on the forehead and the cheeks a few dozen times it seems and after a moment that tight feeling in my chest, the constriction in my throat relaxed a bit. He had drawn it out of me like venom from a wound. I only hoped he hadn't taken it into himself.
"I'm sorry for...for trying to turn your pain into a game." I said, my voice pinched and tight.
"You did no such thing." he tutted and I felt relief at the absolution.
In his sleep Rory tightened his grip on me and the Doctor inched closer so as not to start a tug of war.
He finally kissed me on the lips, sweetly, softly and I let out a ragged sigh of relief. Feeling selfish and guilty after a moment I trailed a hand down his chest, then his stomach and down further still searching for his neglected cock. I wanted to repay some of what he had given to me. He gently captured my hand bringing it back up and kissing the knuckles before placing my palm flat on his chest. His heartbeats thudded evenly beneath it..
"Closer." I said and he moved to cover what little space was left between us. I wanted to be caught between them, my boys, like grapes for wine presses. I wanted to breathe their air.
"My children were..." The Doctor began after minutes of silence but I knew he wouldn't finish. He didn't have to, it was enough. He put his hand over my smaller one, holding it to his chest.
"I love you." I said.
"And I you." he replied.
We closed our eyes and said nothing more.
All three of us guarded the others in sleep, everyone here needed protection, everyone needed love and understanding and forgiving. Sometimes it felt like there was so much to forgive. And at some point everyone was afraid of the dark and that was why we had each other, to stand watch.
Thanks so much for reading and please Review and let me know what you think, I hope you liked it! Chapter 8(C) will be forthcoming.
