ohhey sexy tiems
Sooo I was working on my alphabet prompt...and then smut happened. XD I was like "errr... >.> *coughs* " So, I'll be taking it out of the actually posting of the letters S to X. (ahaha.)
But, I still wrote it and wanted to share it to people who follow my journal <3
Eleven/Amy hotness. ;D (all you need to know: the TARDIS gets a paint job which leads to hnnngg. )
“Oi, Doctor? Do you like the color?”
The Doctor doesn't turn from what he's doing. “What? Of course! It's a fantastic color!” Amy dips her hand into the bucket and flings a glob of paint the Doctor. He doesn't move for a second which Amy uses to her advantage by cheekily saying, “The color looks good on you, Doctor.” The paint has landed on his collar of his shirt and it's splattered a bit on the side of his face and it's creeping down his neck.
“Really? I always thought green was more my color.” He says, his brush falling to the grass and both his hands are in the bucket a second after. Amy runs away, laughing madly and the paint can is knocked over as the Doctor bolts after her.
The TARDIS hums with amusement.
Amy may have let the Doctor catch her. They've toppled over each other in a pile of limbs, wet paint, and warm grass. The Doctor doesn't even realize what he's doing as he covers Amy in hand prints and streaks of blue. He was sure that his first intention was just to get her back...
Her back is covered in blue splotches, her bare legs, there's a streak of drying paint on her cheek. But, they can't stop laughing. The Doctor has his forehead on her shoulder; he's leaning over her, his elbows resting in the grass and keeping himself upright.
Amy is the first to slowly quiet down and she lazily pokes his cheek with her paint-coated finger. The Doctor turns his head to look at her and he quiets down. A soft chuckle escapes her lips but, that's for a whole other reason; the Doctor is a combustible force and she's the spark that ignites it. Her arms curl around his neck as his lips nuzzle against her throat.
His hands, still sticky from the paint, but not as wet travel along her sides. The Doctor should be saving planets, he should be traveling, not rolling around in the grass with Amelia Pond. Amy kisses him, teeth giving a light tug to his lower lip-and all thoughts of 'what he should be doing' suddenly escape his mind.
Amy throws her shirt over her head and grins wickedly. The Doctor has seen her naked before, but it doesn't make her any less breathtaking. There are still spots of paint on her skin and it makes her look almost...warrior-esque in the way she leans back in the grass like that.
Their lips collide in that hurrying-Iwantyou-kind of way. Her mouth moves to his throat and she slips her tongue between the fabric of shirt and bowtie. The Doctor shudders at the sensation, “I've always wanted to do this.” She remarks as she pulls at the bowtie with her teeth, slipping her tongue behind it again and tugging. The scrap of fabric slips away from his neck and Amy leans back, undone bowtie between her teeth. She raises an eyebrow at the Doctor, his whole face flushed, he swallows-at a loss for words.
Then it's all urgency again. She doesn't know why they rush this, but she doesn't really want to stop it. She likes the feeling of the Doctor's hands running along her skin, likes the way she pushes his shirt halfway off his body just to feel him, likes the way their mouths meet and communicate all the words they'll probably never say. Her hands are very-close to tearing off his clothes. She feels the brush of denim as her skirt is finally out-of-the-way. The Doctor's hand cups her breast and all he can think is; Amy Pond, sweet, wonderful, tragic, magnificent Amy Pond.
Amy rolls her hips and that seems to be all the encouragement the Doctor needs because he's the one hurrying to unzip his trousers. Amy lets out a long, shuddering sigh as he slips inside her and she places a small kiss to his collarbone. It's madness, you know. Complete and total bonkers. The Doctor kisses her temple, her wild ginger hair tickling the side of his face. “Oh, Amy...” he said as he began to move, and Amy just responded by twining her fingers through that floppy-ridiculous hair of his. Then, it was quiet, with the exception of the two time travelers and the occasional bird cawing in the distance. Amy could check off; shagging the Doctor in the grass off her list. Not that she had list of places to shag the Doctor...okay, maybe she did.
The Doctor groaned into the skin of her shoulder as she came, his arms wrapping steadily around her and burying his face into the side of her neck. Amy felt boneless, limp, and she was quite content with not moving. She could feel his erratic, double heartbeat against the hand that's curled around his neck.
He moved his head and met her eyes, “Hi.”
Of all the things to say after sex. Amy just rolled her eyes and bumped her nose against his. He smiled so brightly that it warmed her to her toes. His fingers ran through her hair and Amy saw little blades of grass tumble from her red waves and get caught by the wind.
“Back to the TARDIS, then?”
Amy grinned, “I bet she's missing us. Buut...” Amy looks at the Doctor from beneath her eyelashes, she smiles coyly and drapes her arms over his shoulders. “Fifteen more minutes?” She kisses the corner of his mouth as it quirks into a smile.
Complete, total, and absolute madness.
But, I still wrote it and wanted to share it to people who follow my journal <3
Eleven/Amy hotness. ;D (all you need to know: the TARDIS gets a paint job which leads to hnnngg. )
“Oi, Doctor? Do you like the color?”
The Doctor doesn't turn from what he's doing. “What? Of course! It's a fantastic color!” Amy dips her hand into the bucket and flings a glob of paint the Doctor. He doesn't move for a second which Amy uses to her advantage by cheekily saying, “The color looks good on you, Doctor.” The paint has landed on his collar of his shirt and it's splattered a bit on the side of his face and it's creeping down his neck.
“Really? I always thought green was more my color.” He says, his brush falling to the grass and both his hands are in the bucket a second after. Amy runs away, laughing madly and the paint can is knocked over as the Doctor bolts after her.
The TARDIS hums with amusement.
Amy may have let the Doctor catch her. They've toppled over each other in a pile of limbs, wet paint, and warm grass. The Doctor doesn't even realize what he's doing as he covers Amy in hand prints and streaks of blue. He was sure that his first intention was just to get her back...
Her back is covered in blue splotches, her bare legs, there's a streak of drying paint on her cheek. But, they can't stop laughing. The Doctor has his forehead on her shoulder; he's leaning over her, his elbows resting in the grass and keeping himself upright.
Amy is the first to slowly quiet down and she lazily pokes his cheek with her paint-coated finger. The Doctor turns his head to look at her and he quiets down. A soft chuckle escapes her lips but, that's for a whole other reason; the Doctor is a combustible force and she's the spark that ignites it. Her arms curl around his neck as his lips nuzzle against her throat.
His hands, still sticky from the paint, but not as wet travel along her sides. The Doctor should be saving planets, he should be traveling, not rolling around in the grass with Amelia Pond. Amy kisses him, teeth giving a light tug to his lower lip-and all thoughts of 'what he should be doing' suddenly escape his mind.
Amy throws her shirt over her head and grins wickedly. The Doctor has seen her naked before, but it doesn't make her any less breathtaking. There are still spots of paint on her skin and it makes her look almost...warrior-esque in the way she leans back in the grass like that.
Their lips collide in that hurrying-Iwantyou-kind of way. Her mouth moves to his throat and she slips her tongue between the fabric of shirt and bowtie. The Doctor shudders at the sensation, “I've always wanted to do this.” She remarks as she pulls at the bowtie with her teeth, slipping her tongue behind it again and tugging. The scrap of fabric slips away from his neck and Amy leans back, undone bowtie between her teeth. She raises an eyebrow at the Doctor, his whole face flushed, he swallows-at a loss for words.
Then it's all urgency again. She doesn't know why they rush this, but she doesn't really want to stop it. She likes the feeling of the Doctor's hands running along her skin, likes the way she pushes his shirt halfway off his body just to feel him, likes the way their mouths meet and communicate all the words they'll probably never say. Her hands are very-close to tearing off his clothes. She feels the brush of denim as her skirt is finally out-of-the-way. The Doctor's hand cups her breast and all he can think is; Amy Pond, sweet, wonderful, tragic, magnificent Amy Pond.
Amy rolls her hips and that seems to be all the encouragement the Doctor needs because he's the one hurrying to unzip his trousers. Amy lets out a long, shuddering sigh as he slips inside her and she places a small kiss to his collarbone. It's madness, you know. Complete and total bonkers. The Doctor kisses her temple, her wild ginger hair tickling the side of his face. “Oh, Amy...” he said as he began to move, and Amy just responded by twining her fingers through that floppy-ridiculous hair of his. Then, it was quiet, with the exception of the two time travelers and the occasional bird cawing in the distance. Amy could check off; shagging the Doctor in the grass off her list. Not that she had list of places to shag the Doctor...okay, maybe she did.
The Doctor groaned into the skin of her shoulder as she came, his arms wrapping steadily around her and burying his face into the side of her neck. Amy felt boneless, limp, and she was quite content with not moving. She could feel his erratic, double heartbeat against the hand that's curled around his neck.
He moved his head and met her eyes, “Hi.”
Of all the things to say after sex. Amy just rolled her eyes and bumped her nose against his. He smiled so brightly that it warmed her to her toes. His fingers ran through her hair and Amy saw little blades of grass tumble from her red waves and get caught by the wind.
“Back to the TARDIS, then?”
Amy grinned, “I bet she's missing us. Buut...” Amy looks at the Doctor from beneath her eyelashes, she smiles coyly and drapes her arms over his shoulders. “Fifteen more minutes?” She kisses the corner of his mouth as it quirks into a smile.
Complete, total, and absolute madness.