if we kissed
Heavily influenced by the song "if we kissed" by Fiona Apple. which was an awesome sound I found by listening/downloading this fanmix
I felt like writing something fluffy, and full of sexual tension, and just overall less-angst-ness.
"I can't even make sense of this;
you speak and I don't hear a word..."
She can't help it. When the Doctor talks--when he explains some brilliant thing, or planet, or plan he had or person he met, she watches his lips. She watches his hands at they flail around his face, the TARDIS controls, and she can't ignore that quiver in her stomach when he licks his lips.
"So, they're celebrating then? This is a party we're going to?" Rory asks.
The Doctor scoffs, "Rory! Rory! This is Aroka 8! They don't just celebrate for the hell of it!" The Doctor beams, and he punches in the coordinates. "They throw the best parties!" The Doctor is talking in circles and that's only because he is very aware of Amy's eyes. He's hoping that the extravagant colors and music of Aroka 8 can divert her attention. He's 907, he's been around, and he can tell when a woman is thinking about that. There's a certain a spark behind her eyes; it's making him rather nervous.
And his plan works...sort of.
"what would happen if we kissed?
Would your tongue slip past my lips...?"
Amy drapes the colorful flowers over his neck and laughs. The music is loud, thumping drums, and dancing bodies, and flowers being thrown, wine being consumed, and the Doctor realizes with a sudden chilling terror; he and Amy are alone. Well, not exactly alone...but where is Rory?
Her hands grasp his lapels and she leans into him; but her lips graze across his cheek. Amy feels her heart pick up pace and she can hear the Doctor stammering softly over all this noise. "Amy? Amy, you are going to...this looks very bad, you know." He pushes at her shoulders but she notices that he isn't really trying to push her away.
"Just a bit of fun, Doctor. This is a party after all." Amy whispers and feels a sense of gratification when she sees the flush of his collar. Oh, she knows just how to get under his skin, doesn't she? Mr. Grumpy face. Amy twirls away from him and the Doctor clears his throat.
Rory joins them (thank goodness; he thinks, but his hearts are thumping to a different melody). Rory is stumbling and didn't he tell them not to drink the wine here? Amy laughs and they support him back to the TARDIS.
"Would you run away, would you stay
Or would I melt into you..."
"He's got one hell of a hangover." Amy says, finding him in one of the random rooms of the ship. The Doctor looks at the ceiling, 'Really? I thought I told you I didn't want to be bothered.' His ship 'hmmph's' at him and urges him to stop running away from things he wants. ''She's married.' He reminds the old girl. 'What do you mean it's 2011!? That..that...really? And I am not having this conversation with you.''
Amy is watching him, he's sitting on the floor, looking quite annoyed with the ceiling. She sits beside him and looks at the mess he's made on the floor. Paper, wires, bits of this and that--it looks like the TARDIS threw up on the floor.
"So, he's not feeling to well? I thought that tonic I gave him would have helped..." The Doctor purses his lips.
It's entirely his fault. He's too expressive. Too alive. Uses his hands and his mouth way too much. Amy bites her lip, "He's resting now, though. The dizziness has stopped..." The Doctor swallows. She's doing this on purpose, drawing his eyes to her mouth. Amelia Pond is entirely too clever. Really, she is.
"That's...good. That's very, very good." The Doctor nods and moves his eyes back to his little project. He pretends to not notice Amy's creamy legs stretched out beside him with her toenails painted indigo. "I hope he feels better soon! All this waiting is rather dull."
"You're just not using your time efficiently."
The Doctor stares at her; "Amy. I'm a time lord. I know how to spend my time...an--and..." Amy's lips are right there. He could just tilt his head, move a fraction of an inch, and he could claim her. Just a taste...No no no! NO! The Doctor clears his throat and turns his head away.
"So Pond, where to next then? How about somewhere in history? Haven't done that in a while...pyramids? Ancient Greece? Paris? Name it." The Doctor says, his hands fiddling with all the little do-dads on the floor.
"I'll give it some thought." Amy says, her lips too, too close to his ear. Then she gets to her feet and leaves him. The Doctor runs his fingers through his hair...it needs to stop, I need to make sure Rory is around all the time...I can't ...keep brushing her off like this. She's Amy Pond, she'll find a way to get what she wants.
"Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
Spontaneously combust."
Amy is wearing a sundress and moving through the tall grass and Rory is chasing after her with her sunhat in his hand. The Doctor doesn't say or do anything. He just watches with a bemused smile on his face. The sky is clear and bright, the sun is shining, Rory is feeling much better...
Amy must've given up. She hasn't cornered me in the TARDIS or found ways to have us be alone.
He smothers the small feeling of disappointment. The subtle hunger there; the darkness howling in the corners of his mind. The part of him that wishes it was him chasing Amy in the tall grass. Amy waves at the Doctor and he waves back.
"Rory, don't you think this planet is rather...uneventful?" Amy says placing the sunhat back on her head. Rory looks at her; adorably confused.
"You like the running? The aliens of death?"
Amy doesn't try to explain it. But, she does get her wish. Seconds later the storm comes and it rages across the planet, tossing her sunhat in the hair and drenching all three of them. The Doctor ushers them back into the TARDIS and he feels that burning, sickening sensation in his stomach along with the heat behind his collar when he realizes that--Amy Pond shouldn't, really shouldn't. have worn a white dress.
"I'll find some towels!" The Doctor announces, his voice sounding a bit too high-pitched.
It's not Amy he's trying to stop anymore, the Doctor has stumbled into a battle with himself.
"Forbidden fruit
Ring on my finger..."
He takes them to ancient Greece. He tells them about greek mythology, how they used the stars to tell their stories, and he is so, so, so very aware of Amy's arm beside his. He is even more aware of how soft her skin is when he takes her hand and pulls her along. They enter the temple of Aphrodite and the Doctor and Rory get kicked out because they're...well...males and it's just not allowed.
Amy looks at the statue and wonders if Greek gods and goddesses ever had to choose between two men?
The Doctor looks at Amy, admiring her in the soft light; she could have been a goddess.
Rory watches them both and he frowns slightly. But, Amy takes his hand and she takes the Doctor's hand; "Alright boys! This sight seeing was fun, but I'm hungry. Do you know of any planets made of food, Doctor?" She smiles brightly at him and the Doctor pulls his hand away to gesticulate in front of him.
"I know every planet, every star, Pond! You'll have to be a bit more specific!"
He tries to ignore the pout she gives him. He's becoming very bad at ignoring the little things that she does. The way she fiddles with her wedding ring, how she finds ways to lean into him or whisper, how she slowly smiles when she's got something figured out, the way she hums while she's reading, or even how she ties her hair back when she paints her nails.
"You're such a moral, moral man
You throw it away, no question
Will I pretend I'm innocent?"
He pins her against the console. His hands framing her face and he kisses her fiercely. Amy feels all the coiled up frustration suddenly unwind and she wraps one arm around his neck. He's not going anywhere. She's not going anywhere. This is so wrong, because really; Rory is in their bedroom, sleeping soundly, and here she is. She slips her tongue past the Doctor's lips and he opens up for her.
Amy doesn't even know how it happened. She was bothering him about how she wants to fly the TARDIS and he naturally said no. Then they were just talking, teasing another another, and Amy decided to take a little risk. She approached the Doctor from behind and whispered to the back of his neck, "Really, Doctor? Not even gonna let me try?"
She expected him to get flustered and run away; but this time he didn't.
One of the knobs are digging into her lower back and she squirms, causing the Doctor to make a strangled noise in his throat. "Sweet, beautiful, Amelia Pond." He mutters, kissing her neck, "Brilliant, wonderful, mad..." Amy's eyes flutter shut and she sighs right before he kisses her again. There is no excuse for what they are doing...
He just won't let it go any farther than this...
just a kiss, just something to break down the tension, something to keep Amy's (and his own) desires quenched.
"Doctor..." Amy breathes right next to his ear. In that moment, the Doctor realizes; everything has changed.