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seren_ccdTitle: The Time with the Bench
Fandom: Doctor Who
Series: There's a Heartbreak Beat
Ship: Eleven/Amy
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seren_ccd
Word Count: 1030
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: Because you all asked so nicely! Here's the bench thing. Just a short 'n sweet pwp-let. Betaed by the wonderfulfringedweller.
Summary: That time with the bench next to the thing that glowed.
Sequel to All Rather Obligatory, I'm a Heartbreak Beat and We've Got the Radio On, but prior to Playin' All Night Long.
"You just couldn't wait," the Doctor mumbled into Amy's mouth as they stumbled in the darkness.
"You were the one who couldn't stop touching my arse," Amy said sliding a hand down to cup his arse. "And then you just had to whisper stuff in my ear."
She pushed him up against a wall and kissed him deeply. When she pulled away, the Doctor switched their positions and pressed her against the wall then he said, "Look, can I help it that you get all sexy when I whisper stuff to you?"
Amy rolled her eyes and pulled his head down to kiss him again.
They were just outside the large white marble observatory which held a large crystal called the Hoiere which emitted a beautiful silver-light. The observatory was on the top of a small hill and the light was best seen in the dead of night. So, the surrounding area was absolutely silent and the Doctor and Amy were the only two beings around for miles.
Which was probably a good thing considering the display they were currently putting on was about to turn 18-rated. At least, Amy hoped so. The Doctor had been, as usual, right. The second he'd started whispering the history of the observatory in her ear while lightly caressing her bum and waist, she was a goner. In the best sense of the word, that is.
The Doctor slid a hand down her side to hitch a leg over his hip and rocked his own hips against Amy's. She gasped and bit down on his throat. He yelped and rocked his hips harder. The marble wall behind them was cool and smooth. Perhaps a bit too smooth as Amy kept losing her traction and the second time her back started to slide down the side of the surface, both Amy and the Doctor made a disgusted sound. The Doctor reached down and hoisted her up by her thighs. Amy grabbed the back of his neck and hooked her ankles together behind his back.
He whirled this way and that trying to find an alternative surface and with a "Ha!" he carried her over to a bench located near the doors.
The Doctor sat down heavily on the bench, Amy's knees getting knocked in the process.
"Ow!" she exclaimed. "So much for grace."
"Oh, stop whinging," he said firmly pulling her hips down.
"Not whinging," she said shrugging her coat off. "Just expressing a preference against bruises."
"Mmm, you don't mind some bruises." The Doctor proved his point by sucking a large love-bite on her neck. Amy moaned and writhed at the sensation of his mouth working on her flesh.
"You are such a prat," she bit out tearing at his bow-tie and flinging it away.
The Doctor looked affronted, but Amy simply kissed him fully on the lips to forestall any complaining.
There was a bit of fumbling with his trousers and her knickers, but after a few breathless moments, Amy sank down on the Doctor's length.
Amy laughed a little in relief at the feel of him filling her. The Doctor smiled and guided her hips. Soon, they fell into a familiar rhythm, that quickly became fast and wicked. She'd rock forward while he'd thrust up. Once such thrust hit her exactly where she wanted him and she literally squeaked.
"Good?" he asked resting his forehead on hers.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "Again, again, again."
The Doctor complied at once thrusting up and hitting something sharp and sweet inside Amy. She arched her spine and came with a shout. Nerve endings all over her body fired tingling bolts of pleasure that raced through her.
While she was still feeling the after-effects of her orgasm, the Doctor stood up and slipped out of her. Amy gave a small groan, but allowed him turn her around to kneel on the bench, her hands gripping the top of the wooden back rest.
He slid back into her easily and started to pound enthusiastically. His mouth was next to her ear and he whispered endearments interlaced with phrases not in English, but decidedly naughty judging by the tone of his voice. Amy felt her orgasm start to rise once more.
She bent her head down and thrust her arse back as he'd thrust forward. Amy snaked her hand down to finger her clit and the Doctor's hand came to cover her own. As both their fingers rubbed at her, she came again with a sharp keen.
The Doctor pulled her hips flush against him and jerked into her harshly as he came with a cheerful shout.
Then he collapsed onto her back, while Amy collapsed onto the bench in a heap. Her legs were at an odd angle, but she couldn't bring herself to care. The Doctor pressed a lazy kiss to her still clothed shoulder.
"This is a really nice bench," he said.
"Oh, yeah," Amy said with a nod. "Top notch. Real quality workmanship here."
He nuzzled her hair. "Should probably move."
"Yep."
Neither moved.
"Or, we could just spend the night here," the Doctor offered.
"I'm cool with that," Amy said.
The Doctor levered himself off her and helped her up. Then he lay down lengthwise on his side on the bench, his back against the back rest. Amy lay down in front of him and snuggled into his body. His arm came to rest around her waist.
"Keep your eyes open, Pond," he whispered. "The sunrises here are fantastic."
Amy smiled and pulled his arm tighter around her waist.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Series: There's a Heartbreak Beat
Ship: Eleven/Amy
Author:
seren_ccdWord Count: 1030
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: Because you all asked so nicely! Here's the bench thing. Just a short 'n sweet pwp-let. Betaed by the wonderful
fringedweller.Summary: That time with the bench next to the thing that glowed.
Sequel to All Rather Obligatory, I'm a Heartbreak Beat and We've Got the Radio On, but prior to Playin' All Night Long.
"You just couldn't wait," the Doctor mumbled into Amy's mouth as they stumbled in the darkness.
"You were the one who couldn't stop touching my arse," Amy said sliding a hand down to cup his arse. "And then you just had to whisper stuff in my ear."
She pushed him up against a wall and kissed him deeply. When she pulled away, the Doctor switched their positions and pressed her against the wall then he said, "Look, can I help it that you get all sexy when I whisper stuff to you?"
Amy rolled her eyes and pulled his head down to kiss him again.
They were just outside the large white marble observatory which held a large crystal called the Hoiere which emitted a beautiful silver-light. The observatory was on the top of a small hill and the light was best seen in the dead of night. So, the surrounding area was absolutely silent and the Doctor and Amy were the only two beings around for miles.
Which was probably a good thing considering the display they were currently putting on was about to turn 18-rated. At least, Amy hoped so. The Doctor had been, as usual, right. The second he'd started whispering the history of the observatory in her ear while lightly caressing her bum and waist, she was a goner. In the best sense of the word, that is.
The Doctor slid a hand down her side to hitch a leg over his hip and rocked his own hips against Amy's. She gasped and bit down on his throat. He yelped and rocked his hips harder. The marble wall behind them was cool and smooth. Perhaps a bit too smooth as Amy kept losing her traction and the second time her back started to slide down the side of the surface, both Amy and the Doctor made a disgusted sound. The Doctor reached down and hoisted her up by her thighs. Amy grabbed the back of his neck and hooked her ankles together behind his back.
He whirled this way and that trying to find an alternative surface and with a "Ha!" he carried her over to a bench located near the doors.
The Doctor sat down heavily on the bench, Amy's knees getting knocked in the process.
"Ow!" she exclaimed. "So much for grace."
"Oh, stop whinging," he said firmly pulling her hips down.
"Not whinging," she said shrugging her coat off. "Just expressing a preference against bruises."
"Mmm, you don't mind some bruises." The Doctor proved his point by sucking a large love-bite on her neck. Amy moaned and writhed at the sensation of his mouth working on her flesh.
"You are such a prat," she bit out tearing at his bow-tie and flinging it away.
The Doctor looked affronted, but Amy simply kissed him fully on the lips to forestall any complaining.
There was a bit of fumbling with his trousers and her knickers, but after a few breathless moments, Amy sank down on the Doctor's length.
Amy laughed a little in relief at the feel of him filling her. The Doctor smiled and guided her hips. Soon, they fell into a familiar rhythm, that quickly became fast and wicked. She'd rock forward while he'd thrust up. Once such thrust hit her exactly where she wanted him and she literally squeaked.
"Good?" he asked resting his forehead on hers.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "Again, again, again."
The Doctor complied at once thrusting up and hitting something sharp and sweet inside Amy. She arched her spine and came with a shout. Nerve endings all over her body fired tingling bolts of pleasure that raced through her.
While she was still feeling the after-effects of her orgasm, the Doctor stood up and slipped out of her. Amy gave a small groan, but allowed him turn her around to kneel on the bench, her hands gripping the top of the wooden back rest.
He slid back into her easily and started to pound enthusiastically. His mouth was next to her ear and he whispered endearments interlaced with phrases not in English, but decidedly naughty judging by the tone of his voice. Amy felt her orgasm start to rise once more.
She bent her head down and thrust her arse back as he'd thrust forward. Amy snaked her hand down to finger her clit and the Doctor's hand came to cover her own. As both their fingers rubbed at her, she came again with a sharp keen.
The Doctor pulled her hips flush against him and jerked into her harshly as he came with a cheerful shout.
Then he collapsed onto her back, while Amy collapsed onto the bench in a heap. Her legs were at an odd angle, but she couldn't bring herself to care. The Doctor pressed a lazy kiss to her still clothed shoulder.
"This is a really nice bench," he said.
"Oh, yeah," Amy said with a nod. "Top notch. Real quality workmanship here."
He nuzzled her hair. "Should probably move."
"Yep."
Neither moved.
"Or, we could just spend the night here," the Doctor offered.
"I'm cool with that," Amy said.
The Doctor levered himself off her and helped her up. Then he lay down lengthwise on his side on the bench, his back against the back rest. Amy lay down in front of him and snuggled into his body. His arm came to rest around her waist.
"Keep your eyes open, Pond," he whispered. "The sunrises here are fantastic."
Amy smiled and pulled his arm tighter around her waist.
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Date: 2010-06-15 06:05 am (UTC)I certainly hope you like it. It took a bit longer than I expected, but it also turned out to be MUCH more lengthy than I'd originally thought it would be. <3
P.S.: Sorry for having to post this comment 8 million times. LJ cuts/links are not my strong suit.