Author's Notes: an alternative first time for Amy and Clara, this entry marked my return from a long hiatus and I wanted something to symbolise a new beginning for my writing so I wrote a new beginning for Clamy

"You know they could write a book about you" Clara grinned from ear to ear as Amy helped her stumble drunkenly back to her apartment. "Amy Pond and the legs that never end."

"Um thanks" Amy replied as they reached the door. "Where's your key?" "In my pocket." "Get it out then silly." "You do it." Amy looked at her friend sceptically then with a sigh shoved her hand into her friend's jacket pocket.

Clara giggled as she felt the redhead's hand moving inside her. "Her jacket," she corrected her thoughts. "What?" Amy looked at her. "Shh!" Clara whispered, "Don't tell Amy."

Amy paused, her hand still in the petite brunette's pocket. "Don't tell Amy what?" Her Scottish accent grew thicker when she snapped. She'd known Clara long enough to recognise when a mischievous glint entered her eyes and was protective enough to know it was usually not a good sign. "Thoughts," Clara winked, "naughty thoughts."

"Oh," Amy said, pausing, then finally pulling the key out of Clara's pocket. She jammed it into the lock and forced it to turn. As the door opened, Clara practically fell into the apartment, collapsing onto the couch. "You're so good to me," she smiled at Amy and Amy's heart melted.

There was something about Clara Oswald that made Amy want to be good. Those cute dimples in her cheeks, her soft round face, her small body that Amy suspected would fit perfectly against hers. Whatever it was, it turned the usually feisty and provocative Scot into a gentle caring angel.

Amy sat down on the couch next to the drunken Clara and without thinking wrapped her arms around the brunette's shoulders. She felt Clara's head fall softly sideways onto her shoulder. Knowing that when the little schoolteacher had found herself in such a state that she couldn't remember where she was anymore her first thought had been to call Amy, had made butterflies flutter in Amy's stomach.

When she felt Clara's hand on her thigh, Amy didn't know whether to jump or giggle. Then she felt Clara's fingers start to rub over her skin and she knew exactly what to do. Amy Pond moaned.

Clara smirked that triumphant cheeky smirk of hers and pressed the attack, sliding her hand further up those legs, allowing her nails to press gently against the silky skin of Amy's legs. She gripped the edge of Amy's short skirt between her thumb and forefinger and muttered: "always so short, never short enough."

Amy's mind had finally caught up with her body now. She understood what was happening. And there was no way Amy Pond was going to let Clara take the lead. She gripped Clara's wrist and pulled it away from her skirt. Then her other hand locked onto Clara's free hand. Clara bit her bottom lip driving Amy wild, as Clara felt her arms being lifted up over her head and stretched as far as they could go. Clara let out a deep breath as she felt her back arch.

Amy was on top of her and could feel Clara's body lifting, pressing to hers. She could practically feel the ache of desire that was running through the brunette too. She was suffering from the same pain. Her hands slid away from Clara's wrists and down her outstretched arms. Clara closes her eyes and moaned as Amy's angelic fingers brushed against her collarbone, softly massaging the skin.

Amy grinned at her victory, and tugged the collar of Clara's t shirt further down to reveal more neck and collarbone. Clara gasped as Amy's lips pressed to her exposed flesh, and again but louder when she felt Amy's tongue dart across her neck.

Amy was ruthless, planting kisses on Clara's neck, working her way up until those red lips were pressed to her jawbone. Clara stifled a moan as Amy worked her way around the younger companion's jaw. Then her eyes flickered open and her heart missed a beat when Amy's lips pressed against her own.

Clara pushed her face forward, leaning into the kiss. This was going to be as much hers as Amy's. Clara's lips pushed Amy's apart and her tongue slid inside her friend's mouth. Amy's tongue rose to meet Clara's and the two danced between each other's mouths. Amy's hand cupped Clara's cheek lovingly. Clara retaliated, flinging both her arms around the redhead's shoulders.

As Clara clung tightly to Amy, she felt her body start to work on its own. Clara shuffled beneath Amy, her chest briefly pushing against Amy's as her pelvis repositioned itself. Now one leg was on either side of her lover, and she could feel both of Amy's thighs pressing down between her legs. Her back arched as her hips bucked. Clara blushed as her body betrayed her.

Amy looked down into those big kind eyes and licked her lips before pressing them back down into a second kiss. This time however her hands chose different targets to cup. She grasped Clara's breasts and gently squeezed before letting her hands slide further, briskly rubbing her sides before gripping the smaller girl's thighs.

Clara moaned as Amy pulled her legs further apart, spreading them wide open. Then she tried desperately to stop a high pitched wail from escaping her lips as Amy teasingly started to rock her hips against Clara's own. She succeeded only in that the wail was replaced by a pathetically cute squeak. Amy laughed slightly and rocked again. "You like that?" She whispered. Clara tried to speak but only another moan came out. She nodded instead.

"I love you." Clara turned bright red. Of course now her voice had started working again. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she dragged in nervously. Amy's body was still now. Clara's felt her heart beating in her chest harder than it ever had before. She couldn't believe she'd just blurted that out. Maybe if she said sorry now Amy would let them continue as if nothing had happened. Yes, that could work. She opened her mouth to speak.

"I love you too" Amy spoke, "so damn much." She pecked Clara on the cheek. "I bet I love you more" Clara spoke up before she could stop herself. "Nope" Amy grinned without hesitation, thrusting her hips forward again, evoking a moan from Clara. "Yes," Clara shot back, pushing her pelvis up, and making Amy buck.

The game continued with each woman taking it in turns to try and produce the most exquisite sounds of pleasure from the other. For Clara, her moment of triumph was when the wild flails of her limbs had forced Amy over, off the couch and onto the floor. For Amy it was when despite falling to the ground she had still managed to wrestle Clara onto her back and pin her down.

They lay there for a moment, staying wrapped tightly in each other's arms. "Don't tell Amy," Clara murmured in Amy's ear. Amy raised an eyebrow. Clara smirked: "I'm not really drunk." Amy's eyes widened and Clara couldn't resist laughing. "You little minx" Amy hissed, then started to laugh herself.

Before Clara knew what was happening, Amy was on her feet and pulling Clara up too. Then pushing out of the living room into the bedroom. Clara felt Amy's hands run down her back and then: smack. Clara jumped with a slight gasp as Amy placed a firm spank on her bottom. Then she felt Amy's breath in her ear: "shh. Don't tell Clara." "What?" Clara giggled. Amy lifted Clara off her feet and tossed her onto the bed. "Thoughts," Amy winked, "naughty thoughts."