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seren_ccdTitle: We've Got the Radio On
Fandom: Doctor Who
Series: There's a Heartbreak Beat
Ship: Eleven/Amy
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seren_ccd
Word Count: 2529
Rating: Adult, M, R, not for the kids!
Disclaimer: They are not mine. 'Tis a pity, really. The title of the story and the series is from the song Heartbreak Beat by the Psychedelic Furs.
A/N: Very big thanks to my lovely, lovely betafringedweller. Please let me know what you all think!
Summary: Yeah. It pretty much happens on a regular basis now. Sequel to All Rather Obligatory and I'm a Heartbreak Beat.
The control room of the TARDIS was calm, quiet...serene, even. Little beeps beeped, dials waited patiently to be dialed and buttons sat ready to be pushed.
Then a scratching sound was heard. A sound coming from the outside. A sound not unlike the sound of a key not quite making it into a lock, to be completely accurate.
There was a muffled, "Bugger," and a female snicker followed by, "Having trouble getting it in, Doctor?"
"I never have trouble 'getting it in', Pond. As well you know, cheeky little miss."
There was outright laughter this time and the sound of the key slotting into place.
"Ha!" the Doctor exclaimed as the door swung open and he sort of stumbled inside. He flung his arms wide open. "We're back! Oh, aren't you just beautiful? Every time I see, you, you get even more glorious! Pond, isn't my machine absolutely wonderful?"
The Doctor bounded up the stairs and tapped buttons and swung around the console.
Amy closed the door and leaned her back against it. She flattened her palms to the wood grain and smiled. "Utterly glorious," she said softly, her fingers smoothing over the surface.
The Doctor turned to look at Amy and grinned. She was still in the customary celebration garb worn on Prisria, a creamy-coloured tunic that draped over one shoulder leaving the other bare and ended right above her knees. Her hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders and back with several thin ribbons of different colours woven into the red strands. His eyes trailed down her legs and the Doctor frowned.
"Pond, what happened to your shoes?" he asked.
Amy opened her eyes and looked down at her bare feet. She held a foot out in front of her and inspected the grass stains on her pale skin. "I think I took them off just before the dancing around the bonfire bit."
The Doctor shook his head. "Ah well. Did you have a nice time?"
"Mmm hmm," she said. "It was a good day."
"Yes!" he said pointing a finger at her. "That is exactly what it was. We fixed the treaty, saved the crown prince and got him married off to his true love. I got to try hollypear for the first time, which was fruity and spiky at the same time."
"You got kisses from several grateful maidens," Amy added with a smirk.
"Look who's talking, belle of the ball," he said. "I noticed you weren't left without a partner for very long."
Amy plucked at some of the ribbons in her hair. "I think it was my hair."
"Amongst your other lovely attributes," he said with a cheerful leer and a waggle of his eyebrows. Amy laughed and pushed off from the door to skip up the stairs. She went straight to the Doctor and kissed his cheek.
"And what was that for?" he asked still smiling.
"I didn't get a chance to give you one earlier," she said.
The Doctor tugged at a green ribbon in her hair, and then he kissed a freckle on her bare shoulder. "There. Now we're even."
He punched a button on the console and the TARDIS lurched into motion. Amy laughed as she lost her balance and fell backwards to land against the railing. The Doctor shouted happily and flitted about sending his time machine into the Vortex. He stopped his mad piloting dance and leaned against the console in front of Amy with a daft smile on his face.
Amy let go of the rail and stepped up to him to slide a hand over his hip. Then she leaned up and kissed him fully on the lips.
The Doctor eagerly kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. When the kiss ended, he licked his lips and said, "Looks like someone had the celebratory wine."
Amy licked her own lips and grinned. "I wasn't the only one."
He winked and captured her lips with his again. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. His hands wandered all over her back and into her hair, then smoothed down her sides. He crouched slightly to hook his hands under her thighs. Amy gave a little jump and he lifted her up and twisted to set her on the console behind him.
Amy pulled her mouth away to catch a breath and asked, "Won't she mind?”
"Who?" the Doctor asked while kissing her neck.
"The TARDIS," Amy said. "I mean, this is sort of her space. Won't she mind us, well, doing this? Here?"
The Doctor moved away and studied Amy with such a soft expression she thought she might melt. Then he quietly asked, "Dearest," as he trailed a hand down the length of the console, "would you mind terribly if I made love to Amy in here?"
Amy wasn't sure what turned her on more, the fact that he asked the TARDIS' permission or he called it making love. But, the central rotors whirred a little and the lights dimmed and the Doctor grinned at her before kissing her and Amy decided she just didn't care.
She felt herself becoming languid and warm as his hands moved over her body slowly and with purpose. She pushed at his jacket and he shook it off and let it fall to the floor. The Doctor slid his hands down her flank then under the skirt of her tunic. His fingers brushed over the juncture of her hip and thigh and as she jumped a little, he reared back.
"Amy Pond, just where are your knickers?" he asked looking both horrified and highly aroused.
She couldn't help herself and burst into laughter. "Doctor, this is hardly an outfit that called for underwear."
"All the same," he said looking highly disapproving. Amy smirked and traced her finger along the inside of his trousers. He twitched and then glared.
"Looks like I'm not the only one missing their underwear," she said.
"Well, it's different for me," he said his hands starting their exploration of her skin under the tunic fabric.
"Oh? And how," she hitched a breath as he found a sensitive spot, "ah, exactly, oh, what was I saying?"
"You were saying, 'Oh, Doctor, you have utterly marvellous and talented hands, would you please put them to prodigious use on my body, if it's not too much trouble?'" he said.
Amy stilled. "I don't think that was it, actually, but now that you mention it." She leaned up and tugged gently at his lower lip with her teeth. "Get to it, Doctor, and touch me."
"Bossy boots," he murmured as his hands continued to map out her skin. “Always telling me what to do. Almost insulting, it is.”
“And yet, you still do it,” she said as his fingers found something of interest and started to stroke and rub. “Oh, yeah, right here.”
Amy let herself fall back on the console and her hips moved with the Doctor's strokes. She felt her orgasm begin to grow. Her arms stretched up over her head to grab onto a bar on the console. It automatically warmed to her touch and Amy curved her back and bit her lip, feeling deliciously wanton.
“Hmm, what's this?” the Doctor asked placing kisses along her throat up to her ear. “Already? You did get into the wine.”
"Oh, shut it, you bloody, damn it," she said as his strokes increased in pressure and hit something amazingly sensitive. "Oh, shiiitte."
"Language, language, Miss Pond," he said into her ear and to her mortification, Amy came almost immediately from the sound of his voice, gasping and throwing her head back. She let go of the bar and covered her blushing face with her hands as she came back down. When she felt she had a modicum of respectability back, Amy peeked through her fingers.
As she suspected, the Doctor looked unbearably smug.
"Well, hel-lo," he said withdrawing his fingers from her body. "That was interesting."
He held his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. Amy narrowed her eyes.
"Look who's talking. Now, shut up and get your trousers off," she said pushing at him with her foot.
The Doctor laughed and adopting what he probably considered a sexy pout, he slid one of his braces off his shoulder. Then the other one. Amy swallowed a laugh and crossed her legs while propping herself up on her elbows up to watch the odd striptease.
He flipped his fringe out of his face and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Amy jiggled her foot and bit her lip. When he unbuttoned the last button, he went to tear the shirt off. However, he' d forgotten his bow-tie and the shirt got stuck halfway on and halfway off.
Amy giggled and slid off the console. “You're quite the sexy thing, you know?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice muffled as he fumbled with his bow-tie. “That's not the first time I've heard that.”
“I can just imagine,” Amy said as she watched the Doctor finally undid his tie and his shirt came off.
He grinned and Amy laughed, then she reached down to pull her tunic up and off. However, her tunic got caught on some of the ribbons in her hair and when the tunic was off, clumps of her hair fell into her face and she sputtered.
“Trouble?” the Doctor asked as he pushed his trousers off.
Amy glared at his amused face and said, “I'll show you trouble,” as she pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him down onto the jump-seat behind him. She quickly straddled his lap and framed his face with her hands and kissed him firmly.
He enthusiastically kissed her back, his hands sliding all over her body, to finally cradle her shoulder blades. He leaned his body forward making her lean backward. Amy closed her eyes and let herself go limp as his mouth travelled from her lips to her neck, to nip at her collarbone and ended up at her breasts. She threaded her hands into his unruly hair and pressed him close. Amy opened her eyes to stare up at the ceiling of the TARDIS as he laved and suckled at her. Her hips unconsciously picked up a rocking rhythm.
The Doctor lifted his head to look at her. She found herself compelled to meet his eyes.
“You are a truly beautiful thing, Amy Pond,” he said looking straight into her.
Amy's heart stuttered and she found it difficult to breathe, as the colour of his eyes darkened and she fell into the sense of agelessness and alien deep inside his eyes. She felt excited and frightened and overwhelmed and wondered, not for the first time, just what all this would lead to? And would she be the same 'Amy' at the end of it?
But the thoughts were fleeting ones, they left as swiftly as they appeared, and Amy simply placed a hand on his chest and dragged it down, down, down to curl around him.
The Doctor groaned softly and kept his eyes on her. He tightened his jaw and made a face as though he was in pain, but brought his hand to covers hers and moderated her strokes to his liking. As her grip changed and her hips picked up the rhythm too, his face relaxed and his lips parted.
“Now, who's beautiful?” Amy whispered.
A corner of his lips quirked. Then Amy felt a sharp pinch on her bum. She emitted a squeak and jumped.
“And cheeky, too,” the Doctor said grinning fully. “Can't forget the cheeky.”
The moment thoroughly broken, Amy laughed and said, “Fine, then. Beautiful and cheeky. A deadly combination if I ever heard one.”
“Oh, the most dastardly of combinations, Pond,” he said.
Amy raised up on her knees, positioned herself over him and said with all honesty, “Utterly devastating.”
Then she sank down on him.
They both made pleased, moaning sounds and the Doctor settled his hands on her hips, while she framed his face again with her hands. Amy rocked her hips in slow, steady movements. Her thumbs traced down the length of his jawline and he shivered before covering her mouth with his.
The Doctor's hands guided her hips and her pace increased.
Amy broke away for some air and the Doctor slid his hands around her body to cup her breasts. She giggled breathlessly as his fingers teased her nipples.
“Hey, now,” she said. “That tickles.”
“Totally the point, Pond,” he said. His tongue traced the curve of her ear and she squirmed at the shivery sensation it caused. The movement of her hips made him hit something new inside her and both their eyes widened as he went even deeper.
“Do that again,” they said in unison. Amy smiled and moved her hips as the Doctor grinned and pressed upwards.
They set a new, faster rhythm and Amy's eyes fluttered closed.
“Soon,” she said breathlessly. “Soon.”
“Okay, Pond, okay,” the Doctor said nuzzling her neck. “I'm here, let go.”
He bit lightly at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and Amy gasped as her orgasm struck. Her hips rocked frantically and her pulse soared.
The Doctor exclaimed wordlessly into her skin and followed her, his own hips surging up and his entire body shuddering.
He slumped back in the jump-seat, Amy still curled up in his lap. She rested her forehead on his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
“Hey,” he said gently jostling her body with his arms. “Say it.”
“What?” she mumbled.
“Oh, you know,” he said. “Please?”
“Wha- oh, come on,” she said. “Really? Do I have to?”
“Why not? This is afterglow, you're supposed to be all pliable and suggestible,” he said plaintively. “You
just had two orgasms, come on, Pond.”
“Ugh, fine,” she said. She took a breath and in a monotone said, “You da man.”
“Ha, ha, yeah,” the Doctor said kissing the top of her head. “I'm da man.”
“But you aren't really, are you?” she said softly feeling the the thrum of his two hearts next to her only one.
“Well no, not technically,” he said. “But, 'you da alien' just sounds silly.”
“You have a point there,” she admitted.
“Not the only place I've got a point,” he murmured into her ear.
“What?” she asked lifting her head from his shoulder.
The Doctor simply smirked and moved his hips. Her eyes widened at the feel of him all ready and warm inside her.
"Oh, my. Well, it appears you are da man," Amy said.
"As if there was any doubt. Now, settle in, Miss Pond," he said adjusting her hips and moving her hands to his shoulders, "and hold on."
Amy tightened her grip.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Series: There's a Heartbreak Beat
Ship: Eleven/Amy
Author:
seren_ccdWord Count: 2529
Rating: Adult, M, R, not for the kids!
Disclaimer: They are not mine. 'Tis a pity, really. The title of the story and the series is from the song Heartbreak Beat by the Psychedelic Furs.
A/N: Very big thanks to my lovely, lovely beta
fringedweller. Please let me know what you all think!Summary: Yeah. It pretty much happens on a regular basis now. Sequel to All Rather Obligatory and I'm a Heartbreak Beat.
The control room of the TARDIS was calm, quiet...serene, even. Little beeps beeped, dials waited patiently to be dialed and buttons sat ready to be pushed.
Then a scratching sound was heard. A sound coming from the outside. A sound not unlike the sound of a key not quite making it into a lock, to be completely accurate.
There was a muffled, "Bugger," and a female snicker followed by, "Having trouble getting it in, Doctor?"
"I never have trouble 'getting it in', Pond. As well you know, cheeky little miss."
There was outright laughter this time and the sound of the key slotting into place.
"Ha!" the Doctor exclaimed as the door swung open and he sort of stumbled inside. He flung his arms wide open. "We're back! Oh, aren't you just beautiful? Every time I see, you, you get even more glorious! Pond, isn't my machine absolutely wonderful?"
The Doctor bounded up the stairs and tapped buttons and swung around the console.
Amy closed the door and leaned her back against it. She flattened her palms to the wood grain and smiled. "Utterly glorious," she said softly, her fingers smoothing over the surface.
The Doctor turned to look at Amy and grinned. She was still in the customary celebration garb worn on Prisria, a creamy-coloured tunic that draped over one shoulder leaving the other bare and ended right above her knees. Her hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders and back with several thin ribbons of different colours woven into the red strands. His eyes trailed down her legs and the Doctor frowned.
"Pond, what happened to your shoes?" he asked.
Amy opened her eyes and looked down at her bare feet. She held a foot out in front of her and inspected the grass stains on her pale skin. "I think I took them off just before the dancing around the bonfire bit."
The Doctor shook his head. "Ah well. Did you have a nice time?"
"Mmm hmm," she said. "It was a good day."
"Yes!" he said pointing a finger at her. "That is exactly what it was. We fixed the treaty, saved the crown prince and got him married off to his true love. I got to try hollypear for the first time, which was fruity and spiky at the same time."
"You got kisses from several grateful maidens," Amy added with a smirk.
"Look who's talking, belle of the ball," he said. "I noticed you weren't left without a partner for very long."
Amy plucked at some of the ribbons in her hair. "I think it was my hair."
"Amongst your other lovely attributes," he said with a cheerful leer and a waggle of his eyebrows. Amy laughed and pushed off from the door to skip up the stairs. She went straight to the Doctor and kissed his cheek.
"And what was that for?" he asked still smiling.
"I didn't get a chance to give you one earlier," she said.
The Doctor tugged at a green ribbon in her hair, and then he kissed a freckle on her bare shoulder. "There. Now we're even."
He punched a button on the console and the TARDIS lurched into motion. Amy laughed as she lost her balance and fell backwards to land against the railing. The Doctor shouted happily and flitted about sending his time machine into the Vortex. He stopped his mad piloting dance and leaned against the console in front of Amy with a daft smile on his face.
Amy let go of the rail and stepped up to him to slide a hand over his hip. Then she leaned up and kissed him fully on the lips.
The Doctor eagerly kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. When the kiss ended, he licked his lips and said, "Looks like someone had the celebratory wine."
Amy licked her own lips and grinned. "I wasn't the only one."
He winked and captured her lips with his again. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. His hands wandered all over her back and into her hair, then smoothed down her sides. He crouched slightly to hook his hands under her thighs. Amy gave a little jump and he lifted her up and twisted to set her on the console behind him.
Amy pulled her mouth away to catch a breath and asked, "Won't she mind?”
"Who?" the Doctor asked while kissing her neck.
"The TARDIS," Amy said. "I mean, this is sort of her space. Won't she mind us, well, doing this? Here?"
The Doctor moved away and studied Amy with such a soft expression she thought she might melt. Then he quietly asked, "Dearest," as he trailed a hand down the length of the console, "would you mind terribly if I made love to Amy in here?"
Amy wasn't sure what turned her on more, the fact that he asked the TARDIS' permission or he called it making love. But, the central rotors whirred a little and the lights dimmed and the Doctor grinned at her before kissing her and Amy decided she just didn't care.
She felt herself becoming languid and warm as his hands moved over her body slowly and with purpose. She pushed at his jacket and he shook it off and let it fall to the floor. The Doctor slid his hands down her flank then under the skirt of her tunic. His fingers brushed over the juncture of her hip and thigh and as she jumped a little, he reared back.
"Amy Pond, just where are your knickers?" he asked looking both horrified and highly aroused.
She couldn't help herself and burst into laughter. "Doctor, this is hardly an outfit that called for underwear."
"All the same," he said looking highly disapproving. Amy smirked and traced her finger along the inside of his trousers. He twitched and then glared.
"Looks like I'm not the only one missing their underwear," she said.
"Well, it's different for me," he said his hands starting their exploration of her skin under the tunic fabric.
"Oh? And how," she hitched a breath as he found a sensitive spot, "ah, exactly, oh, what was I saying?"
"You were saying, 'Oh, Doctor, you have utterly marvellous and talented hands, would you please put them to prodigious use on my body, if it's not too much trouble?'" he said.
Amy stilled. "I don't think that was it, actually, but now that you mention it." She leaned up and tugged gently at his lower lip with her teeth. "Get to it, Doctor, and touch me."
"Bossy boots," he murmured as his hands continued to map out her skin. “Always telling me what to do. Almost insulting, it is.”
“And yet, you still do it,” she said as his fingers found something of interest and started to stroke and rub. “Oh, yeah, right here.”
Amy let herself fall back on the console and her hips moved with the Doctor's strokes. She felt her orgasm begin to grow. Her arms stretched up over her head to grab onto a bar on the console. It automatically warmed to her touch and Amy curved her back and bit her lip, feeling deliciously wanton.
“Hmm, what's this?” the Doctor asked placing kisses along her throat up to her ear. “Already? You did get into the wine.”
"Oh, shut it, you bloody, damn it," she said as his strokes increased in pressure and hit something amazingly sensitive. "Oh, shiiitte."
"Language, language, Miss Pond," he said into her ear and to her mortification, Amy came almost immediately from the sound of his voice, gasping and throwing her head back. She let go of the bar and covered her blushing face with her hands as she came back down. When she felt she had a modicum of respectability back, Amy peeked through her fingers.
As she suspected, the Doctor looked unbearably smug.
"Well, hel-lo," he said withdrawing his fingers from her body. "That was interesting."
He held his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. Amy narrowed her eyes.
"Look who's talking. Now, shut up and get your trousers off," she said pushing at him with her foot.
The Doctor laughed and adopting what he probably considered a sexy pout, he slid one of his braces off his shoulder. Then the other one. Amy swallowed a laugh and crossed her legs while propping herself up on her elbows up to watch the odd striptease.
He flipped his fringe out of his face and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Amy jiggled her foot and bit her lip. When he unbuttoned the last button, he went to tear the shirt off. However, he' d forgotten his bow-tie and the shirt got stuck halfway on and halfway off.
Amy giggled and slid off the console. “You're quite the sexy thing, you know?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice muffled as he fumbled with his bow-tie. “That's not the first time I've heard that.”
“I can just imagine,” Amy said as she watched the Doctor finally undid his tie and his shirt came off.
He grinned and Amy laughed, then she reached down to pull her tunic up and off. However, her tunic got caught on some of the ribbons in her hair and when the tunic was off, clumps of her hair fell into her face and she sputtered.
“Trouble?” the Doctor asked as he pushed his trousers off.
Amy glared at his amused face and said, “I'll show you trouble,” as she pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him down onto the jump-seat behind him. She quickly straddled his lap and framed his face with her hands and kissed him firmly.
He enthusiastically kissed her back, his hands sliding all over her body, to finally cradle her shoulder blades. He leaned his body forward making her lean backward. Amy closed her eyes and let herself go limp as his mouth travelled from her lips to her neck, to nip at her collarbone and ended up at her breasts. She threaded her hands into his unruly hair and pressed him close. Amy opened her eyes to stare up at the ceiling of the TARDIS as he laved and suckled at her. Her hips unconsciously picked up a rocking rhythm.
The Doctor lifted his head to look at her. She found herself compelled to meet his eyes.
“You are a truly beautiful thing, Amy Pond,” he said looking straight into her.
Amy's heart stuttered and she found it difficult to breathe, as the colour of his eyes darkened and she fell into the sense of agelessness and alien deep inside his eyes. She felt excited and frightened and overwhelmed and wondered, not for the first time, just what all this would lead to? And would she be the same 'Amy' at the end of it?
But the thoughts were fleeting ones, they left as swiftly as they appeared, and Amy simply placed a hand on his chest and dragged it down, down, down to curl around him.
The Doctor groaned softly and kept his eyes on her. He tightened his jaw and made a face as though he was in pain, but brought his hand to covers hers and moderated her strokes to his liking. As her grip changed and her hips picked up the rhythm too, his face relaxed and his lips parted.
“Now, who's beautiful?” Amy whispered.
A corner of his lips quirked. Then Amy felt a sharp pinch on her bum. She emitted a squeak and jumped.
“And cheeky, too,” the Doctor said grinning fully. “Can't forget the cheeky.”
The moment thoroughly broken, Amy laughed and said, “Fine, then. Beautiful and cheeky. A deadly combination if I ever heard one.”
“Oh, the most dastardly of combinations, Pond,” he said.
Amy raised up on her knees, positioned herself over him and said with all honesty, “Utterly devastating.”
Then she sank down on him.
They both made pleased, moaning sounds and the Doctor settled his hands on her hips, while she framed his face again with her hands. Amy rocked her hips in slow, steady movements. Her thumbs traced down the length of his jawline and he shivered before covering her mouth with his.
The Doctor's hands guided her hips and her pace increased.
Amy broke away for some air and the Doctor slid his hands around her body to cup her breasts. She giggled breathlessly as his fingers teased her nipples.
“Hey, now,” she said. “That tickles.”
“Totally the point, Pond,” he said. His tongue traced the curve of her ear and she squirmed at the shivery sensation it caused. The movement of her hips made him hit something new inside her and both their eyes widened as he went even deeper.
“Do that again,” they said in unison. Amy smiled and moved her hips as the Doctor grinned and pressed upwards.
They set a new, faster rhythm and Amy's eyes fluttered closed.
“Soon,” she said breathlessly. “Soon.”
“Okay, Pond, okay,” the Doctor said nuzzling her neck. “I'm here, let go.”
He bit lightly at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and Amy gasped as her orgasm struck. Her hips rocked frantically and her pulse soared.
The Doctor exclaimed wordlessly into her skin and followed her, his own hips surging up and his entire body shuddering.
He slumped back in the jump-seat, Amy still curled up in his lap. She rested her forehead on his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
“Hey,” he said gently jostling her body with his arms. “Say it.”
“What?” she mumbled.
“Oh, you know,” he said. “Please?”
“Wha- oh, come on,” she said. “Really? Do I have to?”
“Why not? This is afterglow, you're supposed to be all pliable and suggestible,” he said plaintively. “You
just had two orgasms, come on, Pond.”
“Ugh, fine,” she said. She took a breath and in a monotone said, “You da man.”
“Ha, ha, yeah,” the Doctor said kissing the top of her head. “I'm da man.”
“But you aren't really, are you?” she said softly feeling the the thrum of his two hearts next to her only one.
“Well no, not technically,” he said. “But, 'you da alien' just sounds silly.”
“You have a point there,” she admitted.
“Not the only place I've got a point,” he murmured into her ear.
“What?” she asked lifting her head from his shoulder.
The Doctor simply smirked and moved his hips. Her eyes widened at the feel of him all ready and warm inside her.
"Oh, my. Well, it appears you are da man," Amy said.
"As if there was any doubt. Now, settle in, Miss Pond," he said adjusting her hips and moving her hands to his shoulders, "and hold on."
Amy tightened her grip.
