Almost as immediately as she held her uncontrollably sobbing face, a chorus of banging came from the other side of her closed door, jolting her eyes to stare in the suffocating blackness.
She could see the faintest outline of the door being shook with each powerful thrust, and she leaned back against her headboard, holding her knees as she watched the very walls tremble.
It all appeared surreal to her, as her memory gently flashed an image of the Doctor awkwardly holding a wax tomato. She smiled to herself, despite the loud banging at her door. Her eyes flickered the image of the Doctor kissing her bare shoulder blade, and her eyelids lightly fluttered in remembrance of his touch. The door brutally sagged inward, yet surprisingly didn't budge, and she looked at it thoughtfully, and was instantly blessed with an image of the Doctor standing wrapped in a small towel, with a bright, red nose and his shivering made her smile again.
Slowly, Amelia felt herself sink back under the blankets and the faint warmth of her bed, her legs were now intertwined with his, and her face lay on his bare chest. The rhythmic sound of his hearts, how they seemed like envious twins that competed for the louder roar, quickening as she exhaled to watch the hairs lightly dance for her. He wasn't asleep. She could feel it. The way he pretended to absent-mindedly hold her hand, it bled his consciousness over each part of his body. She made note of the times that he inhaled strongly, and exhaled with a savoring, quiet sigh. He was catching the scent of her hair, hoping that it appeared that his breaths were out of desperation for air, and not of desperation for her. It was obvious in other aspects, when he'd silently trace parts of her skin with his hand, stifling the desire to touch with his lips instead. She clung to him, to the feeling of being that intertwined, and to his warmth that spread across her body, and burned through her skin.
With his eyes closed, it sometimes did make her wonder, in the long parts of the night. Yet the moment she led herself into thought, he sleepily hushed her and started to brush against her skin again. He knew it made her lose every train of thought, though his mouth would be more successful, he refrained to satisfy her need for rest. If he only knew, and allowed himself to consciously know, until finally her unintentional whisper lifted his head from the pillows.
The vicious banging seemed to subside, or at least to her, she was preoccupied as she was smiling, biting down on her finger, her eyes fluttering, watching him roll over on top of her, resuming to kiss her longingly, the majority of it with his wet tongue, and she more than welcomed him. His taste seeping into her, it gave her more than one reason to allow her eagerness show. Amelia clung to the feeling, her fingers combing through his hair as they kissed passionately, and him gently, almost hesitantly, positioning correctly, before lightly lowering himself.
She released a quiet gasp in their kiss, and smiled, "Are you afraid you're going to break me?" She softly badgered him, and he silenced her with a more forceful thrust, suckling underneath her jawline. She listened to him pause as he inhaled her scent and warmth, and she brought her hands up to his shoulder blades, impatiently pressing her fingers against his skin. Before she could utter provoking words, he pushed deeper inside of her, and she released a breathless moan, her eyes slightly rolling back, yet even then she couldn't resist as his hesitance still lingered. She shook his trailing lips from her left shoulder, catching his attention, and he immediately pressed his cheek against hers and whispered his hot breath in her ear.
"What is it, darling?" He growled softly through her hair, and she smiled, biting her lip in anticipation of him thrusting into her again.
"I just thought I'd comment that I'm becoming bored, darling." She purred in his ear and he frantically buried the desperation for her voice.
She stifled a moan as he pulled out of her and his body hung over hers, his face appearing almost arrogant. "Thought I'd be considerate and give you time to warm up." He held a faint smirk as she arched an eyebrow at him. "Since you require three hours just to get out of bed in the morning, I only imagined it would take—"
Impatiently, she lifted her head from the pillows to choke off his words with her kiss, yet to her surprise he met her halfway and they combined their breath and their mouths met roughly together, pushing him back into her and he smiled as her fingernails finally clawed into his back. Her moan vibrated on his tongue, and they triggered each other into frantic aggression. She clung to every brush of his warm chest against her breasts, and she disregarded the gooseflesh as he rubbed his hand slowly up her thigh and stomach, pausing to hold her breast as he continued his journey up to her neck, sliding his stomach to rub against hers, with their wild mouths earnestly preoccupied.
They both smiled breathlessly, and they pushed deeper, and held longer until complete and utter exhaustion left him lying beside, remaining intertwined as he rested his face on her chest. She felt him as he slowly began to fall asleep, his breath quiet and steady, his hearts no longer throbbing for freedom outside of his chest into hers, and she gently ran her fingers through his hair, ignoring the faint sound of a persistent tapping.
Her eyes wandered to the door, and she watched it shudder. Its rhythmic movement caught her attention and she felt her breath lengthen as the sound returned and the banging roared through the silence once more.
Amelia lightly smiled, her fingers slowly clutching and releasing his brown hair, his breath lightly purring against her skin. She smiled in knowing, in cherishing his scent and his warmth and his body intertwined in hers. Her eyes fluttered as the doorknob rattled violently, and she inhaled, clutching his hair tightly. She released her breath, and her hand, a mess of sheets.