The Doctor isn't mine.
The Doctor's Issues
Doctor's Pov
I can't stop thinking about Amy. Just thinking about her is making my instincts unbearable. The worst thing is, she isn't a Time Lady, so my instincts won't help. These last three incarnations are going to be difficult. The urge to take her is rising. What if she won't consent and I can't stop myself? Oh, Amy! My biological clock is ticking, the urge to procreate is unbearable. I haven't been this overcome by my own body since I was 100.
Amy knocks, I grit my teeth and let her in. She is still in her underclothes. The same white nightgown she wore the first time we went on an adventure. How I long to feel her skin. She has lovely skin. Get a grip on yourself. It can never happen. She is human. She is — what is that?
A book that is as small as a pamphlet is clasped in her lovely hands. "Doctor, are you all right?" Her voice makes the urges grow, pounding blood in my ears. My hands feel sweaty. Her features are changing, her eyes are gaining gold flecks, her lips are slightly plumper, her chest grows( slightly not too much) her hips widen. Rassilon, help me control myself. I lick my lips. Her eyes have dilated, her breathing is speeding up, she is sweating slightly; it drips down her upper lip. She smells different. Not only does she smell like strawberries, she is ovulating; she is fertile. She smells like a time lord! I can't take it anymore!
I haven't done this since before the last time war. What if I do it wrong, I will be a little rusty, before I can even think of doing anything with her I must be sure she isn't human. "Amy, can I see that book?"
The title confirms my suspicions... she did turn Gallifreyan! My Amelia Pond! I swallow hard. "what was it you wanted to know?" I read the page she was on and I needed to sit down. She was reading our mating rituals!