Author's Notes –

Please remember, this is just a work of fan fiction; I have no claim to anything! Thanks to author, Sherrilyn Kenyon, for planting inspiration and ideas in my brain. I was excited that some folks picked up my connection!

Thanks for the reviews! Truly! I sent hugs and appreciation to everyone who has kept up with this story throughout the summer. School starts back soon, so I am starting to think about how this story will end! I would appreciate feedback from anyone who feels invested. I am probably looked at one more chapter after this one. I would rather have a true ending verses letting things hang while my real life picked up steam.

If response keeps up I may try to write a follow up this fall but I don't think I would unless I really saw the response was worth it.

I was surprised to see that some folks were feeling icky about the last chapter. To clarify, the dermal integration facsimile being the dormant Maritial state, means that Amy can be a part of the Doctor when necessity calls for her to be so but that certainly won't be her primary form.

In Chapter 10, the Doctor was just so overwhelmed by the biological changes caused by the whole process that he was more than a little bit hot and bothered.

Amy Pond Gets Her Man

By Penmom

Chapter 11

While he continued to caresses himself, his mind came on line so to speak. Elation flooded his system.

Of course! A dermal integration facsimile was the dormant Maritial state! If he hadn't been distracted by so many hormones running through his system, he wouldn't have been side lined by the bloody mirrors!

He would have realized it immediately! She had been there all along, urging him on, whispering in his head.

Plus, who else would the manifest themselves as a bright red Celtic dragon tattoo!

There were no special words or such, he just needed to concentrate fully on the form on his back. Once he focused he could easily feel the slight heat and electicy coming from the spot.

He looked in the mirror as it seemed to pull off of his back like a very solid maroon mist. He actually felt dizzy as it pulled away from him. He had to close his eyes for a second. When he opened it, there she was.

Even though she was right behind him, he opened his eyes to look at her through the mirror as if the real thing would be too intense. Actually, he knew it was going to be too intense.

Their gazes caught. Each expression was intense and heated.

APV

She had just felt the oddest sensations. She had been very comfortable and warm like she was sleeping in a warm and cozy spot.

When he began to touch himself, she could feel the sensations rolling through his body. First the sensations were simply yummy and they made her feel very good too. She tried to encourage him to continue. She realized that someone she could see through his eyes or was it his brain?

Whatever, she was able to see what was going on in her mind's eye and it was the hottest thing she had ever seen. There was no way she would have even dreamed on this on her own but now that it was happening, it had to be the most intense thing she had ever experienced.

He was thinking of her, of needing her – only her. She knew she was his only focus when he grasped himself. She was finally the center of his universe. How she knew this she wasn't totally sure but it was true. She was there with him; forever entwined in a deep and lasting way. Amy Pond had her man in a way she could not have dreamt in a million years.

And when he came, it was like she was pouring out with him, it was an unbelievable feeling.

When she could organize her consciousness once more, she felt this pulling sensation as if a vacuum of some kind were sucking her away. Before she could become frightened, she was there behind him looking at the board muscles of his back.

She looked up and caught and held his gaze in the mirror.

They stayed that well for an eternity it seemed.

It took her several more moments to realize they were both smiling like idiots.

She found her voice first. "Well, hello stranger." She whispered through a giggle.

He turned then and she bounded into his arms. The skin to skin contact was divine.

He held her close. For once there was no hedging on his part, no excuses or pulling back. She didn't sense it on any level.

She buried her face into his neck and nuzzled there happily as his hands ran up and down her back, her legs curled about his now bare back.

"Well, hello yourself, Missy" he growled as he pulled back slightly. His voice was deep and husky and it rang throughout her veins.

She resisted any effort to put any distance at all between them.

"I can't get close enough to you." She confesses in an equally husky whisper.

He laughs brightly but doesn't slow his caresses. "I would venture to say you've been closer."

She pulls back meets his gaze. "You've got me there, Doctor; although I must say my current position is quite nice."

"I would agree with you on that count." He emphasizes his point by cupping her bum in the palms of his hands.

She wiggles a bit, the feel of his erection is delightful and just the latest in a long line of surprises.

Her head falls backward, exposing her neck and breasts to him. He immediately runs his hands to her front, gently running his palms over the tips of her breasts.

He is immediately awarded with a series of soft sighs similar to the earlier ones he had thought he had imagined.

He lets out what could only be considered a growl, "Ummm, that sounds so good. Make that sound again."

She answers teasingly, "Touch me like that again and I surely will."

They play for a few short minutes. One touch leading to another, one whisper leading to another. Neither having the slightest inclination to speak of anything of consequence.

They keep moving, fitting and refitting themselves together, each connection more sublime that the one before.

Her head leans back as he runs his nose down the column of her neck, nuzzling her oh so softly.

She volunteers secret, "When I was, "she hesitates as she tries to find the words.

"In you, on you, with you - whatever it was like I was where I was meant to be. I mean, I should have been bloody petrified but I knew, I just knew it was OK. I guess I am crazy for sure now. I should be running screaming from here but I can't. I've gotten what I wanted all along – my man."

He grins touching her forehead with his own as he lifts her just so as he thrusts up into her.

"Actually, I think my title is something along the lines as your Maritial Host." He quips.

"Whatever, you are irrevocably stuck with me now, right?"

"Right." Her walls squeeze him snuggly and he loses the ability to think just now.

TARDIS POV

It was very good indeed.

The Doctor's bio-signs demonstrated a resilience and harmony that had not been recorded at any time prior.

The data supported the intervention and if any further evidence was needed, the observed behavior was clear – the Doctor was speechless as he clasped his red-haired dragon to him.

The END

(School starts next week!)