A/N Sorry I've kept you all waiting, I've been frightfully busy. This chapter does squat to advance the storyline, it's just a nice bit of lemony fluff to tide you over.

All characters belong to the BBC

He sat up, clutching her to him, and let out a strangled roar, harmonising with her quivering sighs. Their thrusts slowed, their muscles twitching and relaxing as the wave dissipated, leaving them panting and sweaty in each other's arms.

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. She felt cool air on her bare breasts as the blanket slipped off them. She heard a deep rumble of appreciation. Leaving her arms resting over her head, she smiled at him.

"See something you like?"

"I see a couple of things I like."

He ran a warm hand across her belly and up her ribs, cupping her left breast. At the contact she felt a tingle between her legs, and a fizzle of anticipation in her gut. She slid her left knee up towards him under the blanket, and gently brushed him with it. He was already firm.

"I can tell." She smiled, feeling a little glow of pride at the effect she had on him.

He leaned over her, and kissed her soft lips tenderly, his other hand gliding over to mirror the first. As the kiss deepened, his hands began to mould her, and she slipped her fingers into his dark brown hair.

He hoisted himself over her, knees either side of her thighs, hardness pressed into her belly. She began to inch her spare hand towards where their bodies met, intending to bring him the same satisfaction as he was bringing her with his ministrations. As soon as he detected her movement, he simultaneously ran his teeth over her swollen bottom lip, and flicked both her nipples with his thumbs. The timing caused a shot of pleasure to streak down to her crotch, making her instantly eager for him. She gasped against his mouth, and he pulled away to let her breath.

"You're evil." She panted.

"I'm not so bad." He replied, leaning down to plant a kiss on one of her tight peaks. He opened his mouth and licked it, the warm wetness bringing a new sensation.

His other hand now free, he trailed it down her stomach and stroked the inside of her thighs, causing her to strain them apart, begging him with her body. He dragged one finger up her seam, feeling her wet readiness, before slipping it inside her. She thrust her hips up to meet it, her hand clenching in his hair.

It wasn't enough, his tongue on her was making her desperate for him.

"I want you." She insisted, gripping his length.

He raised his head and looked into her eyes, his fringe falling over his face and making him look so much younger than he really was. He seemed to contemplate her, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement, before nodding.

He positioned his hips between her thighs, placing himself at her slick entrance. She relished the feeling of him pressed against her, the anticipation of him filling her, quenching her desire. He leaned down and kissed her again. She peeped her tongue between his lips, and as his mouth opened in response, he eased his hips forward, plunging into her in one smooth movement. She groaned, hips pushing against him, forcing him deeper. They had to break their kiss so they could groan together.

"Oh Amy" He murmered, eyes shut, brow furrowed.

"Doctor" She responded to him, anchoring herself to him with her hands on his shoulders.

They bucked and rolled against each other, thrusting and falling, muscles clenching, eyes squeezed shut, lost in sensation. He lowered his mouth to her nipples again, and the flicking of his tongue combined with his thrusting movements pushed her over the edge. Her walls twitched and tightened around him, shudders rippling exquisitely through her, and the sound of her gasping moaning sighs brought him along with her.

His hips stilled, her arms fell from him shoulders, his head dropped, their muscles relaxed.

He rolled over to rest next to her, one arm draped over her midriff, so she could feel his panting breath on her shoulder. She looked at his lovely flushed face, and they both smiled up into each other's shining eyes. She could feel the blood start to pump back into her limp legs.

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

"Good morning to you too."