It was a hectic afternoon to say the least. River was dead worried about Trinity, who had proven to be a very good friend, but was currently in a coma, luckily able to breathe on her own.
She was pacing back and forth in the tent she was sharing with her prisoner, or guest, as Chris preferred to call them. He didn't believe what her older self had told them...Or he did and was just showing some courtesy.
Thump thump thump thump...
Thump thump thump thump. She padded back and forth, her eyes focused on one place, Amy was sitting of her cot reading a book, and the bottom of her tank top was riding up a little giving her a brilliant view of the redhead's lower back. Amy reached back and started to awkwardly knead at the muscles where River's eyes were trained. Without any thought, River was walking forward.
"Here, let me." She said, and Amy smiled and doggy eared her book and lay down on her tummy. River's mouth seemed to be working all on its own tonight.
"You should take your shirt off." She went wide-eyed at that, she never said things like that. Amy looked at her with a little smirk, and then pulled the tank top over her head. River tried to keep her eyes at an acceptable level, but succeeded in catching a glimpse of Amy's thin toned upper body. As if some unknown force knew exactly what she was thinking, Amy unclipped her bra and let it slide down her arms at a sinfully slow pace. She tossed the bra and the shirt onto the floor and lay back down on her tummy, pulling to pillow over and tucking it under her head.
River knelt on the cot over Amy and manoeuvred herself so she had one knee on either side of her. She let her hands slide down Amy's back before starting a deep relaxing press into the redhead's tight muscles. A moan of approval slipped past her lips and she closed her eyes, enjoying the contact, brilliant feelings, the curly-haired blond was giving her. River moved up Amy's back massaging and biting her lip every time a content moan escaped the Redhead's lips. Soon she was hovering over Amy her hair creating a curtain around them; River was nearing Amy's breasts. She massaged slowly to the sides of Amy's breasts and Amy hummed in contentment. River sat up on her knees moving forward and started to rub Amy's shoulders and neck, completely in love with the little moans slipping from the Scottish girl's lips.
She removed one hand from her ministrations and brushed aside the wavy red hair that was cascading over the girl's neck and back. She leaned forward and tentatively pressed a kiss behind Amy's ear. She hummed again, and River continued, slightly more confident, kissing down the redhead's neck and letting her hands roam a little. Amy rolled over onto her back with a satisfied smirk on her face, but with need in her eyes. Their faces were a fraction of an inch apart; River could feel Amy's breath on her face, and smell the cinnamon toothpaste on her breath. She straddled Amy, who elicited a choked moan from the added pressure over her heat. It was River's turn to smirk, her hair creating another curtain around them. Amy reached up her arms and wrapped them around River neck, before pulling her close and catching her lips in a mind-blowing kiss.
They both let out satisfied moans at the contact, and River's hand continued to roam, as did Amy's slithering down to the hem of River's top, and sliding up and under it, raising Goosebumps on the blonds toned tummy. Almost instantly, Amy is sitting up and pulling off River's top, and throwing it unceremoniously onto the floor. Amy's hands roam and find a honey coloured bra covering something that she really didn't want covered. Still locked in a heated kiss Amy slips her hands behind River's back and pinched the clasp unlocking the back of the bra and having it slide down River arms. River reluctantly moves her arms form their places on Amy's body and lets the bra fall off, only to be replaced with Amy's hands massaging and eliciting a moan from the blonde's lips.
Only when she feels Amy's hand ghosting down to the waistband of her shorts does she see it. A navy blue haze at the edge of her vision, she's too ensconced in the redhead's ministrations to really pay attention, but when the blue turns black, she feels herself as well as Amy pull away from each other. She intended to make up some sort of apologetic excuse for pulling away, but when she looks back at the redhead, she isn't the freckled faced beauty she'd been making out with moments ago. The scream she felt bubbling up in her throat never came out. Before her was a faceless creature with hair that looked like it was matted with blood, the hands that had just been pleasuring her were horribly misshapen claws, and she was glowing. Navy blue and black haze surrounded the thing. There was a flash and she saw Amy's face again, but with another flash, it was back.
River stumbled backwards falling off the cot and onto the floor. The creature stood and followed her with jerky injured steps. The haze around her vision was black with small flashed of white. The creature lunged.
Suddenly she was kissing the gorgeous Scott again and everything had a navy blue haze to it. They were right where they'd been moments before, only now on the carpeted floor, and Amy's hand was sliding slowly under the waistband of her jeans. The moment, second she felt pleasure course through her. She sat up with a choked screech in the darkness of her shared tent, she was gasping. She looked over at Amy, and was met with more or less the same expression she had on. Wide-eyed and pale. Amy was gasping too, and swallowed hard not breaking eye contact with the blond.
She's looking at me like she knows what I was just dreaming...Thing and all. River thought, finally breaking eye contact and looking down at her hands.
"By the look on your face." Amy took another deep breath. "I'm guessing you just had the same dream as me?"
Amy was definitely going through some sort of sick rebound phase. Never ever would she have let someone, let alone this rather bitchy River Song, give her one of the most sexual massages she's even gotten. Probably the only one she'd ever gotten. She'd just taken off her shirt when River had quite forwardly (and sexily) told her she should take it off after offering to rub her back. She'd practically stripped right there. She couldn't have been in her right mind. Those hands though, those wonderful hands, were making her feel better than she had been in weeks. She let those feeling be known throwing away any dignity and moaning at whatever felt good. When River kissed her neck she needed no encouragement, flipping over and giving her what she hoped was a sexy smirk. The kiss, mind-blowing, not to mention the release she felt just from being touched. She wanted to touch, and did, feeling like a rebellious child almost, also selfish for absolutely adoring the pleasured sounds coming off the blonde's lips and wanting to be the only one to hear them. River's body was the ultimate eye candy, and Amy wanted it all to herself. She hadn't thought, only did, and found herself almost fully into River's pants. That's when she saw it though, the navy blue haze at the edges of her vision. She was too thoroughly into hearing her names on River's lips in the throes of passion to pay much attention, but that haze flashed and she found herself pulling away from the blond. Don't want to make you a rebound. Was her planned excuse for pulling away from pleasuring the gorgeous blond, but when she looked back at River, it wasn't River. It was a faceless being with hair that looked waxy, living, crawling with wasps, and those hands, they were horribly deformed, bloody, skinless bony hooks. The scream she expected didn't make it out of her throat. She was frozen in place, the thing moved away from her onto the floor, her only thought was incredibly irrational. Fight, attack it! She was still frozen until she saw a flash and Ricer had returned, then another and the creature took her place again. She lunged, fully intent of fight until death. Instead she was kissing River again and everything was a funny Blue colour. Her hand was back in between the waistband or her shorts and the soft skin below her belly button. The very second she could hear the beginning of that pleasured moan she craved she shot up in bed gasping. She chanced a glance at River and met her wide eyes, her chest was rising and falling rapidly. They held each other's gaze for at least a minute before River looked down, a slightly panicked expression crossing her face.
She's looking at me like the experiencedthe same thing I just did. Amy thought.
"By the look on your face." She took a deep breath. "I'm guessing you just had the same dream as me?"
It took her a moment, but eventually River looked at her, and nodded.