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quirkysmuseFandom: Doctor Who (series 5)
Title: Rationale
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Amy/Eleven
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Spoilers: up to "Vampires of Venice" 5x06
Notes: Written for the "willful" theme at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Amy is coming on to the Doctor again, in secret.
Soft, delicate hands were on him, riding up the soft material of his shirt. He sighed. The sensations bewildered him. He shouldn't feel this way. He shouldn't allow it, but some things, like custard, were too good at first taste. It left you wanting, just for a little bit more.
Maybe he was dreaming. His eyes blinked open, seeing ginger hair. (How did she find his room?) Those magnificent hands slid lower - her hands, but her body leaned upward, her warm breath over his cheeks, and she smiled and watched him with mischievous eyes, delighting in the reactions on his face.
Rory was somewhere in the Tardis. He'll turn up, eventually - hopefully, but he wasn't here now, and this was very bad, and the Doctor stared at Amy in shock.
"Amy..." Stop it, he wanted to say, but he couldn't. This was how things began, the break from normal human life to an incomparable thrill of journeying by his side. He supposed it was his fault. He put people in danger, and he drew people toward him - to impress him? He hated how Rory'd been both right and wrong. It just wasn't about impression.
"Don't talk," she whispered, her fingers pressing over his lips.
"You can't," he warned, and it was the first rational thing he said since she'd woke him.
"Shhh..." She was touching him again, and he failed to muster the energy to resist. What was he doing? He was far too influenced by these humans; they had a curious rationale all on their own. Whatever it was, Amy continued her willful notion - this odd sort of clandestine consorting. No, he wouldn't have it.
He pulled away her hands, but he was thick. Damn it! Why didn't he even think about stopping her lips?
Title: Rationale
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Amy/Eleven
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Spoilers: up to "Vampires of Venice" 5x06
Notes: Written for the "willful" theme at
fanfic_bakeoff.Summary: Amy is coming on to the Doctor again, in secret.
Soft, delicate hands were on him, riding up the soft material of his shirt. He sighed. The sensations bewildered him. He shouldn't feel this way. He shouldn't allow it, but some things, like custard, were too good at first taste. It left you wanting, just for a little bit more.
Maybe he was dreaming. His eyes blinked open, seeing ginger hair. (How did she find his room?) Those magnificent hands slid lower - her hands, but her body leaned upward, her warm breath over his cheeks, and she smiled and watched him with mischievous eyes, delighting in the reactions on his face.
Rory was somewhere in the Tardis. He'll turn up, eventually - hopefully, but he wasn't here now, and this was very bad, and the Doctor stared at Amy in shock.
"Amy..." Stop it, he wanted to say, but he couldn't. This was how things began, the break from normal human life to an incomparable thrill of journeying by his side. He supposed it was his fault. He put people in danger, and he drew people toward him - to impress him? He hated how Rory'd been both right and wrong. It just wasn't about impression.
"Don't talk," she whispered, her fingers pressing over his lips.
"You can't," he warned, and it was the first rational thing he said since she'd woke him.
"Shhh..." She was touching him again, and he failed to muster the energy to resist. What was he doing? He was far too influenced by these humans; they had a curious rationale all on their own. Whatever it was, Amy continued her willful notion - this odd sort of clandestine consorting. No, he wouldn't have it.
He pulled away her hands, but he was thick. Damn it! Why didn't he even think about stopping her lips?
