Amelia Pond jolted from her bed, tearing past the blankets that had idly lay across her, and as her consciousness returned, she mindlessly stared at her trembling hands. Before her thoughts could even mutter his name, a voice brightly greeted her as it entered the room.
"Oh, it's about time you're up, Pond!" said the Doctor as he came round to her bedside, immediately kissing her on the mouth with a strange morning passion, and she felt herself kissing him back almost desperately.
She pulled herself away, her eyes looking back at him for only a second to see his most sincere smile fade into concern. "What's wrong?" He leaned beside her and placed his hand on her damp cheek. "Are you all right, what's got you crying? What happened?"
"I don't know." She said quietly and hung her head away from him in confusion.
"Did you have a bad dream?" He began brushing his fingertips under her ear, and his lack of personal space left her uncomfortable.
"I can't exactly say." She admitted blankly, trying to move away from him to gain some sort of perspective. Yet as her eyes surveyed the room, she knew it to be hers. It was the TARDIS room the Doctor had made her. Its most distinguishing feature was its shiny copper walls, and largeness. He had always wanted to make her marvel with how large he could make her room, and then proceed to say, "A room within a hallway, within a closet, within a library, within a wardrobe, within a time machine within a police box. Have I impressed you yet?" To which she'd conceal her smile and reply dryly that he hadn't. But now as his scent filled the air, and his skin gently brushing against hers, everything seemed normal, and yet not at all.
"What was your dream about?" He leaned in to kiss her ear and take in the scent of her hair as he pulled it aside to reveal her bare shoulder blade.
She held her breath and closed her eyes, her skin shrilling as he began tenderly kissing it. "I-I don't think I can remember." She lied only somewhat, believing she could try if only he'd stop. Then again, she'd never think to ask. His lips felt like divine fire and it relentlessly stirred something dormant inside of her, and it ached and it screeched and she felt her grip of vague sanity slowly slip. His warmth, him being next to her-
"Oh, I don't believe that for a second." He spoke between each kiss, and finally stopped when he felt himself become too frisky for the moment. He rested his chin on her shoulder, and she turned to look at him in the eyes, ignoring her desire to just put reality on a shelf and succumb to the light saliva that had developed on his lips. "You're Amelia Pond." He said proudly, and smiled that sincere smile again as he leaned to press their foreheads together, and she felt the throb in her chest as his mouth drifted slightly ajar, inches from hers. "You can remember things that never happened. You can see things that others can't. One of the reasons I simply can't resist; you use the line of reality as a skipping rope. Sit and wave to those bound to it as they're taken up in the balloon, yet you model it together into an animal."
She scoffed self-deprecatingly, "No, that sounds like something you do, Doctor."
Immediately, he looked at her with a confused expression. "What?"
Amelia returned the expression, and smiled nervously, "Oh, what is it then? Don't like to be so easily defined? I thought it was pretty spot-on for how you are."
"No, it's-it's not that."
Concern filled his eyes, and he gently rubbed his thumb across her skin. "You called me 'Doctor', you haven't done that in a long time." He paused in thought for a second, "Well, not that long of a time." He murmured, and she again returned the expression as she saw him start to blush.
"Doctor, what are you talking about?"
He looked at her coyly, "Do you really not remember, which is unbelievable because of the certain…consistency, and the…well, intensity. But uh," He lost his train of thought as he flashbacked to the poorly lit moments of them sliding their skin together until their combined sweat gave them another reason to remain intertwined and panting. He felt his way up her thigh as she playfully bit down on his lower lip, slowly releasing it and he thrust into her, and they both quickly paused to share a relishing moan, and smiled through their kiss as they panted.
"Oohh, Doctor." She crooned in his ear and gooseflesh erupted on his skin, shoving himself inside of her again as he led his mouth to her hair-wrapped neck and cherished the scent of it, until she rolled on top of him and the feeling of her kissing every inch of his chest left him impatient for her mouth.
"Doctor."
Instantly, he felt the sting of flesh against his cheek, and she watched as his eyes flickered back. His face darted back and nervously smiled, and then it finally registered.
"Wait, did you just slap me?"
She tilted her head accusingly, "You had that face."
"What face?" He forced an innocent, almost blank stare, yet it quickly broke into another nervous smile as she was obviously unimpressed. He hung his head, and combed his hair back, in a futile attempt to distract her.
"Now you've made me self-conscious of calling you 'Doctor'. What the hell do I call you then?"
Amelia gave into her frustration, and crawled out of bed, releasing a mixture of a sigh and scoff as he leeched onto her wrist and followed closely behind her.
His breath was hot against her bare shoulder blade, pushing her to walk away faster. They reached the long hallway outside of her room, and she closed her eyes as he gently held her up against the wall, his lips drifting towards her jawline.
"Must I again leave you clues to remember?" He pressed his forehead on hers, and watched as her eyelids occasionally fluttered from his words. "Oh, my Amelia." He sighed with a smile, and cradled her head in his hands. "You haven't addressed me casually as 'Doctor' in a while because you know me as. . ." He leaned into her ear and whispered, and then gently kissed her ear and her eyes lit open as he pulled back.
She saw a strange glimmer in his eyes, "'Cause you know my name, Pond." He held her chin in between his thumb and forefinger, and he drifted towards her and she felt the rhythmic beating of his hearts as his chest gently pressed into hers.
Immediately, he smiled at her unwavering, unimpressed expression, and his hand dropped from underneath her chin and quickly found her right hand. "Though one of the reasons you're entirely mad, and impossible is because you allowed some tremble of a vague reality to distract you from what's been on your finger since you fell asleep."
Amelia glanced down at her hand as he raised it up, and she looked to him as he started to kneel. An onslaught of emotions overtook her, and suddenly her raggedy man, the one person she dreamed of marrying countless times when she was little, the only man who made her dream of her wedding like normal, frilly girls do, he was kneeling in front of her, holding her hand, and smiling the most sincere smile she had ever seen on his face. She watched with baited breath as he mouthed the words, and in the second she felt her head nod and her tears run from her eyes, she thrust herself forward, and the blankets toppled around her. She sat in the dark of her room, in the throbbing silence as she tried to steady her frantic breathing.