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'He turned but realised he was facing a mirror,
he turned back to say it was probably best for him to just go in another room.'

But as he turned he glimpsed a bit too much and let out another audible intake of breath, which yet again Amy heard. She looked up from the shirt she was unbuttoning, not wearing anything on her top; Amy blushed tomato red once again. Holding the shirt in her hands up to her front and just staring straight at her Doctor.
"I uhh… there was a mirror and I….was going to leave the room" The Doctor stumbled through his sentence, unable to get the image of her perfect breasts out of his mind.
Amy had fantasised about being in this situation with him, she hadn't expected it to be so easy or have the de-clothing be this early. She knew she had to try, by the look of his pants he wasn't exactly going to be saying no to any of her advances.

She walked towards him, and as she was about a step away from his body she dropped the shirt. Immediately The Doctors eyes slid down her neck to the gaunt bones of her clavicle, and onto the pink skin of her breasts. He swallowed and looked down at his feet, unable to make eye contact. Although this was Amy, it was also Amelia. He felt guilty, even if she had made the first move. At his peculiar reaction, and assorted anger at him not taking her there and then, Amy flew at him. Pressing her breasts to his flat chest as she wrapped one hand around his neck, another cupping the side of his face at his ear. She placed one luscious kiss on his upper lip, breaking the contact to see his reaction.

The Doctor still had his eyes closed, screwed up as if he had done something wrong and was expecting a slap. Even though she had again taken it upon herself to initiate their motions, she wasn't sure whether he'd enjoyed her first kiss so she decided she may as well go for seconds.
This time she pulled him flush against her body, not only their chests touching if you gather what I'm saying. One hand on that perfect ass she'd been waiting a long time to grab to ensure the touch. This time he was definitely responsive, going for a plethora of little kisses rather than just one.
Until his last when he went in with a half open mouth, breaking out of the teenage stage and into what Amy had been waiting for. Tongue lashed against tongue, heavy breathing from both parties as The Doctor grew against Amy's last pair of clean underwear which she had already herself ruined in her own responses.

So If anyone is reading what did you think of chapter 2,
it will get more intense next chapter of course.
If I get enough responses to continue.
FOREVER SHIP AMY/11

-Moodytunes