It had been a few weeks since the whole Christmas pollen incident and really, things were normal. Well, you know, normal being a fairly relative term. In fact, Amy was sure the Doctor had an entire monologue devoted to the terms ‘normal’ and ‘relative’ so she tended to keep such observations to herself. Not that it wasn’t entertaining to watch him expound on one subject or another, it was just that after an hour or so, he’d move into territory not covered by 21st century physics and Amy’s head would start to ache.

So, right. Normal.

Except for the dreams.

Now, Amy had always been a woman not afraid of and in charge of her own sexual drive. She was also well aware of the fact that the orgasm that the Doctor wrenched out of her in the hallway was, honestly, definitely in her top five orgasms of all time. (If she was being brutally honest, it was actually in her top two.) So, she’d had plenty of fodder to draw upon in the dark nights aboard the TARDIS after the running for their lives had ended for the day.

Therefore, when she started to have the odd dream in which the Doctor was involved, she accepted this as par for the course.

Then the dreams increased. In amount and intensity.

But, it was when she awoke one morning with her hand on her breast and the other under her knickers that it finally occurred to her what had been bothering her about the dreams.

The point of view was a little off.

Why would she be interested in the feel of her calves under her palms? Why would she want to feel her hair tease her fingertips and chest? And why would she be interested in the view of her upper body when a person laid on their head on her stomach?

Not for the first time, Amy wondered if the TARDIS wasn’t the only one capable of getting into her head.

However, it wasn’t as if that she could actually ask him.

Anything related to the incident with the pollen and the hallway was quite clearly filed under Things We Do Not Talk About.

For example, the pang she got in her stomach whenever he touched her? Clearly, Things We Do Not Talk About.

The look she sometimes saw him giving her legs? Definitely, Things We Do Not Talk About.

The way he got all five kinds of funny when another male showed her attention? No matter if the male wasn’t actually humanoid and had tentacles or five eyes? Absolutely, positively Things We Do Not Talk About.

So, there was no going: So, Doctor. Remember that time with Prisoner Zero when I did that whole waking dream thing and you put your hands on my face and talked me through my dreams? Is it at all possible you set up some kind of psychic link that is now allowing me to share your sex dreams about me? You know, I was just wondering.

Yeah. Really not going to happen.

Therefore, when they were surrounded by mean guards in the assembly hall of the castle in the kingdom of Yurik on the planet Durik and the guy with the shiny crown was boring his eyes into Amy’s and roughly sifting through her mind, while the Doctor yelled and struggled against the three huge guards holding him down, it was understandable that Amy might get more than a little angry at yet another person in her head without permission.

So, she did what came naturally to her.

She closed her eyes, screamed at the top of her lungs, kicked out her legs and bit the hand of the guard holding her. He shouted and let her go, cradling his injured hand. The king stopped his mind-meldy thing in shock and the hall was silent.

Then the Doctor shouted, “Pond, you amazing thing! Now, run!”

Amy ran. Through some amazing moves of his own, the Doctor managed to dispatch his own guards and caught up with her just as the king shouted, “Infidels! Stop them!”

The Doctor grinned at her and she grinned back as he grabbed her hand as they ran through the castle compound. When they heard boots running towards them, the Doctor took a sharp left and pulled them in to an alcove. He pushed her up against the stone wall and shielded her body with his, trying to make them blend into the shadows.

Amy focused on catching her breath and getting the sound of the king’s shrill voice out of her mind. She took a deep breath.

“You okay?” the Doctor asked, putting his hand on her cheek. “I don’t really know where we went wrong in there.”

“I think it was a direct result of your asking about the statue with the dog,” she said. “I don’t think they like you talking about the dog.”

“Ah, you might be right,” he said. “How does your head feel?”

“Like someone’s dug through it with a teaspoon,” she said moving away from his hand and looking down, the echoes of the king’s voice slowly beginning to fade, but the pain remaining. She missed his hurt frown.

“Well, I don’t know what their deal is,” he started to say.

“Oh, for… They’re telepathic!” Amy said loudly, glaring at him, the pounding in her head a dull, persistent ache. “They went into my head for a laugh. Like the TARDIS. Like you!”

“What?” the Doctor asked quietly, having gone absolutely still.

“You know, how the TARDIS knew how to rearrange my room so that the walls are deep blue like I’ve always liked and gave me a proper four poster bed?” she said.

“What?” the Doctor asked again, breathing heavily.

“And how she’s set something up in my head to translate stuff?”

“What?”

“Not to mention the whole sex dream thing you’ve been doing.”

“What?”

“Stop saying ‘what’!”

The Doctor stared at her with his jaw hanging down somewhere near his ankles, and it wasn’t until they heard shouting down the hall that he snapped out of it. He narrowed his eyes at her and pointed his finger at her fiercely, mouth opening and closing. Then he grabbed her hand and they started to run in the opposite direction of the shouts.

It was several hours before they made it back to the TARDIS due to a short cut that involved scaling more ivy-covered walls than Amy cared to remember. The Doctor unlocked the door and went inside, heading straight for the console. Amy trudged along after. She sighed as she closed the door behind her and brushed off the remnants of ivy from her shirt and leggings.

She walked up the ramp and leaned against the railing and stared at the Doctor’s back.

“How long?” his back asked.

“Ever since the Christmas pollen,” she said.

“What kind?”

“What kind? What do you mean?”

“What kind of dreams, Amy?” he asked turning around, his face hard and his eyes dark. “What have you seen?”

Amy blinked and her hands tightened on the railing. “Only the ones about me, I guess.”

“What do I do in them?” he asked and Amy wondered if she needed to be frightened by the tone of his voice.

“You just, touch me,” she said calmly. “My legs, my hair, my, well, you get the picture.”

“And nothing else happens?”

Much to her embarrassment (because honestly!) Amy blushed and didn’t reply.

“I see,” he said, his brow furrowing. The Doctor looked away and swallowed. Then his dark eyes were back on her. “Have you ever dreamt anything else? Anything you think was actually mine?”

“No,” Amy said. But, then something in her head poked at her. “Except…”

“Except? Except what?” he asked striding forward to tower over her.

“Sometimes, I dream of places I’ve never been before,” she said. “But, everyone does that, don’t they?”

“Yes,” he sort of sighed. “Yes, they do.” The Doctor studied her and reached up to pull a stray piece of ivy out of her hair. Amy shivered at the soft touch. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asked.

He smiled ruefully. “For getting myself in there,” he pointed to her head, “it won’t happen anymore, I promise.”

“You know,” she said with a smirk. “It’s not like I minded. You’ve got some really good ideas.”

To her surprise, he frowned heavily. “No. No, it will stop. It shouldn’t have started in the first place.”

The Doctor turned from her rather abruptly. Amy felt highly unsettled and a terrible feeling started to churn in her stomach.

“But… I mean…?” she said.

“So!” he said throwing a switch and typing something into the typewriter and very much not looking at her. “Where to now?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Amy said. “How about, umm. Actually, how about you tell me why it shouldn’t have started in the first place. That’s what I’d like to know.”

The Doctor’s shoulders slumped. “Because, no one should have to see my dreams, Pond. If you saw my dreams… The things I’ve done…” He looked at her. “You’ve been very lucky not to get my nightmares. I’m not taking the chance that… Well. I won’t have you having my dreams, Amy. I won’t.”

Amy nodded and said, “Okay. I understand that, I do. Really. I was actually referring to the ah, subject matter. Why can’t that happen?”

His eyes widened and he cleared his throat. “Well, because.”

Amy waited for more of an answer. When it didn’t appear to be forthcoming, she rolled her eyes. “A little more detail wouldn’t go amiss here, Doctor.”

“I’m an alien, Amy,” he said. “Not to mention quite a bit older than you, it’s really not a good idea.”

“That’s not what it felt like a few weeks ago,” she said narrowing her eyes.

“That was the pollen,” he said, quickly turning to the console and randomly tapping things.

“Is it the pollen that’s making you dream about my legs wrapped around your waist?”

Something the Doctor twisted made a spark and he jumped, sticking his burnt finger in his mouth and glaring at her.

Amy just stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest.

He pulled his finger out of his mouth and pointed it at her. “Stop that. They’re dreams and they’re stopping.”

“Why, Doctor?” she asked innocently. “Why not just…”

“Because, I will live forever, Amelia and you will not,” he said. “Because, I am a mad man with a box and you are a human. It won’t work.”

“I’m not asking if it will work,” she said pushing herself off the rail to stand close to him. “I’m asking if you want it. Do you want me?”

His eyes darted all over her face and Amy felt her face start to burn once again with embarrassment and she began to question her audacity. Finally, the corners of his mouth turned down and he looked away. “No,” he said quietly. “I don’t.”

The terrible feeling in Amy’s stomach surged and grabbed hold of her heart. “Oh. Right then,” she said lightly.

“Amy,” he said with a sigh. “It’s just not a good idea.”

“Yeah, you’ve said that already,” she said, looking down at a rip in her leggings. She must have gotten that on the last wall; it had thorns. “So you don’t want me.”

“No.”

She nodded and raised her head to look at him. “You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not,” he said warningly.

“Everyone lies,” she said, quirking her lips.

“Amy-”

“No, don’t,” she said. “It’s– it’s fine. It’s… They’re just dreams and it was just pollen and it’s fine.”

“Amy,” he said, taking a step towards her.

She held up her hand. “I mean it, I’m fine. I just need to walk around a bit, all right? Alone. Then, you’re going to take me somewhere amazing, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, nodding. “I can do that.”

Amy nodded sharply and then she turned on her heel and headed down the hallway away from the control room. Away from him. Just standing there looking bereft, his hands empty at his sides.

*****

She thought she’d headed in the direction of her bedroom, desperately hoping for the solace of her shower so she could get the dust and random foliage off of her. Or you know, scream or cry, whichever came first. However, she’d been walking for well over half an hour and still hadn’t come across her room. So, Amy stopped in the middle of the corridor and sighed.

“If you’re trying to direct me somewhere, a hint might be nice right about now,” she said out loud to the ceiling.

A door a few feet down and to the left creaked open.

Amy walked towards it, absently saying, “Thanks,” and trailing her fingertips over the wall. She pushed the door open and gave a small smile as she slumped against the doorjamb. “It’s perfect,” she said. “Just perfect.”

And it was. Because it was a library filled with books and thick, soft-looking rugs, and arm chairs. The books stretched up to the ceiling with wrought-iron staircases that spiralled up to each floor. Gorgeous stained-glass lamps were dotted around the huge room giving off clear light that rivalled the late afternoon sun.

And, of course, there was a pool, right smack in the middle.

In fact, the walls of the library seemed to curve up and over the pool, so that when you walked on the balcony, you had the sensation of walking directly over the water.

It was essentially the TARDIS’ version of an intellectual waterpark.

Amy toed off her trainers and left them by the door. She padded into the room, smiling as the soft carpet of wonderfully patterned rugs tickled her feet. The rugs went right up to the edge of the pool, the fringe of some actually trailing in the water. Amy dipped her left foot in. The water was crystal blue and cool. She shook the water off her foot and wandered on. So many of the books must have been ancient, but still looked as fresh as the day they’d been written. Amy grinned when she found the graphic novels section. She tapped the spines of the ones she recognized and made mental notes of the ones she’d come back to.

Feeling warm, Amy took off her thick jumper and spun around with her arms wide open, letting the jumper fly to land on a table. Left in just her tank top and leggings, she walked through the shelves.

When she came to the staircase, she tripped lightly up the steps, the metal cold under her feet. She went up and up and stopped when she came to the ‘T’s. She strolled down the grated balcony, looking at the titles. Amy stopped and just stared blankly at all the books, letting the different coloured spines merge. Then she turned and walked to the balcony and looked down into the pool.

“I suppose it was a little daft to think there’d be a book called ‘Your Time Lord and How to Deal With Him’, hunh?” she asked out loud.

No answer, but the pool below rippled quietly. Amy leaned over the edge and stared down at the water directly below. It looked, well, rather inviting.

“You’d stop me if I was going to do something really dumb, wouldn’t you?” she asked as she manoeuvred herself over the balcony railing to stand on the edge. There was the tiniest flickering of light from the lamps surrounding the pool.

Amy held onto the rail and leaned forward as far as her arm length would let her. The water was right below her body. She leaned back and thought for a moment. Amy eyed the water one more time.

Then she jumped.

She landed feet first into the cool, blue and let herself sink to the bottom. Then she kicked easily and headed for the surface. She emerged from the water with a gasp of laughter. She dove under again and then resurfaced, smiling the whole time. A movement out of the corner of her eye made her turn towards the door.

The Doctor stood with a shocked expression on his face and his mouth open.

“Hiya!” Amy said with a wave. She sank below the water to smooth her hair off her face and came back up.

“Amy,” the Doctor said in a strangled voice. “Did you just jump from the T’s into the pool?”

“I did indeed,” she said. “I’m thinking of trying from the W’s next.”

“You… Amy Pond!” he said, coming to stand next to the pool. “Are you mad?”

“Yes, actually! Yes, I am!” She ducked underwater and swam for the side of the pool and lifted herself out. She started to peel her leggings off and spoke at the same time. “And that’s something you need to realise. You do not have the monopoly on madness, Doctor.”

Amy bounced a little on her toes as the water dripping off her body formed a puddle on the rug. The Doctor stared at her wet legs and the way her tank top clung to her chest and waist, her simple underwear showing through the fabric. His eyes travelled over her body, until he abruptly looked away. Amy grinned.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I lied,” he said trying not to look at her.

“Oh, ho, is that right?” she asked tilting her head.

The Doctor finally met her eyes with a heavy look. “Amy, I’m still not a good bet, you know. I–”

“Doctor, I stole away with you in the middle of the night,” Amy interrupted. “I’m hardly the model for stability myself. So, you know what I’d like, right now?”

“What?” he asked warily.

Amy took a step forward into his space, water dripping onto his boots. “I’d like for you to just shut it.”

Then she grasped his head between her hands and kissed him.

When she pulled away, he had wet spots in the outline of her hands on his face and the front of his shirt was damp. He blinked at her.

“I’m dangerous?” he offered. “I’ve got enemies? Arch ones?”

Amy rolled her eyes. “Like I’ve said before,” she leaned in and spoke softly next to his ear, “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

She punctuated this with a kiss and tiny lick to the lobe. The Doctor shuddered and made a sound deep in his throat.

“Blimey,” he said. “Nothing for it, I suppose.”

The Doctor grabbed her by the waist and clasped her to him, covering her mouth with his. Amy raised herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him back. His hands tightened and then slid to splay on her back, pulling her closer. Her mouth opened to his tongue and she smoothed her hands over his shoulders to his chest. The thudding under her hands seemed to increase above what might be considered healthy.

She tore her mouth away from his and the Doctor took this as an invitation to mouth her throat, laving at her pulse. “Your heart? It’s really going.”

“Hearts,” he said, nipping at the junction of her neck and shoulder. “I’ve got two.”

“Two? Really?”

“Very handy,” he said straightening to look her in the eyes. “Keeps me going for much longer than a human.”

A smile started to spread over Amy’s face. “Well, that’s very nice to know.”

The Doctor grinned and captured her lips again with his.

His hands moved up her back and traced her shoulder blades, then down to her waist, then further down to cup her bum. He pressed her tightly to his hips and Amy kissed him deeply at the feel of him hard against her stomach.

The Doctor reluctantly stopped his thorough fondling of her posterior and moved his hands back to her waist. His long fingers slipped under her still damp top and he dragged it up and off. Her hair fell to her back with a wet smack and she shivered in his arms as her mouth immediately went back to his.

He dragged himself away from her mouth to look at her, his hands still roaming over her back.

“You’ve got freckles all over,” he said bending his head to kiss her shoulder and down her arm, which he held out. “How amazing.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of her elbow.

“And you’re still wearing your coat,” she said. “Bad manners, that is.”

Amy smoothed her hands up his chest and under the lapels of his coat. He helped her shrug it off his shoulders to land softly on the rug below. With a smirk, Amy grabbed hold of one of his braces and snapped it.

“Oi! Careful, now,” he said.

He reached behind her and snapped her bra. Amy jumped with a little shriek and he just grinned. She glared and defiantly skimmed her hand over the front of his trousers. The Doctor jumped and groaned when her hand gently palmed him.

“Oh, careful, now,” Amy murmured.

The Doctor crushed her to him and wildly kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips to tangle with hers. He flicked the clasp and before Amy even registered the action, her bra was somewhere else and his hands were cupping her breasts.

She gasped into his mouth and she quickly pushed his braces off, then got to work on the buttons of his shirt.

The Doctor lightly teased the underside of her breasts with his fingertips and then up to dance over her nipples. Amy involuntarily pushed her chest forward, silently begging for more contact. The Doctor fell to his knees in front of her and took a nipple into his mouth.

Amy’s knees nearly buckled at the feel of his tongue swirling and his mouth suckling at her. Her head fell back at the sensations surging from the point of contact and sparking all over her body.

The Doctor finished with a hard suck and there was a ‘pop’ as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other. His hands remained tight on her waist and she was fairly certain that was the only thing keeping her upright.

Amy carded her hands into his hair and pressed him closer. Then she grabbed onto the strands and gave a little tug. He looked up at her with a raised brow. Her hands went to his bowtie and swiftly undid it. She whipped it from under his collar and dropped it on the floor in front of him.

“You’re not naked,” she said. “I’d like you naked, please.”

“Oh, I can do naked,” he said scrambling to his feet. Amy snickered and sank to the floor to watch while the Doctor struggled with the laces on his boots. He practically ripped his shirt off and threw it to the side with a flourish. Amy grinned and bit her lip. As he started to unfasten the button of his trousers, Amy picked up his discarded bowtie and dangled it between her index finger and thumb.

The Doctor froze. His eyes darted from the tie and her face.

Amy leaned back on the Oriental rug and propped herself up on one elbow. Then she lazily dragged the bow tie up over her stomach, between her breasts and looped it around her neck.

The Doctor swallowed hard. “Four psychiatrists, eh?”

“Mmm hmm,” she said with a serious nod.

“Oh, Pond, this might just work,” he said. Then with a quirk of his lips, he dropped his trousers. Amy took in the view. Something must have shown on her face, because the Doctor smirked and asked, “Too much?”

Amy dragged her gaze over him up to his eyes and grinned. “More like just right.”

“Amelia,” he said. Then he dropped to his knees and crawled over her body to kiss her. She happily lay down and then gave a little yelp. The Doctor raised himself off her sharply. “What? What is it? Did I do something?”

Amy laughed and kissed the tip of his nose. “Shut it, you! I just lay down in a puddle of water, that’s all.”

“Oh, well, can’t have that,” he said. He scooped her up bodily, sat up and balanced her on his lap for one lovely moment, before he grinned and fell backwards to the floor letting her sprawl over him.

She laughed and poked his side. “Doctor!”

“Hello,” he said while smoothing wet strands of her hair out of her face.

“Hi,” she said. Then she leaned down and kissed him.

He rolled them to the side and positioned himself on top of her. Amy moved her hands over the lean muscles of his arms, his back, his bum. She adjusted her hips so that his length was settled nicely between her thighs, directly over her knickers. He groaned as she rolled her hips.

“Crikey, Pond,” he said, kissing his way down her body. He licked a quick stripe between her breasts and then dipped his tongue into her navel. She squirmed and writhed beneath him.

“Tease,” she said breathlessly. “You’re a tease.”

“Oh, yes,” he said in between licking and sucking at the soft flesh of her stomach. “Now, look at me, Amelia.”

She raised her head and met his gaze as he sat back on his haunches. Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his fingers on the sides of her knickers and pulled them down. Amy lifted one leg and then the other to help him take them off. With a little twirl, he flung them away. He raised her left leg and trailed kisses down the length of her calf to the inside of her knee to her inner thigh. Then he just breathed over the core of her. She made an impatient sound and closed her eyes, the image of him hovering over her just too powerful.

“Ah, ah! Keep looking, Pond,” he said. “You wanted this; you’re going to get it.”

She bit her lip and opened her eyes. The green of his iris had nearly been taken over by the black of the pupil. They stared at each other and just when Amy thought she was going to scream from frustration… The bloody man winked at her.

Then his mouth was there, exactly where she wanted it. Amy writhed as his tongue probed and teased and flicked hard against her clit. She threaded her hands in his hair and rocked her hips against his active mouth.

He did some neat trick with his tongue and Amy’s orgasm took her by surprise. She cried out and tightened her grip on his hair. The Doctor raised his head and quirked the corner of his mouth as he watched her come down.

“Well, aren’t you quick out the gate?” he said, licking his lips.

“Cheeky git,” Amy said. She pulled hard on his hair and he fell across her body as she attacked his lips with hers. She trailed her hand over his chest, scraping a nail over a nipple. The Doctor retaliated by squeezing her waist and kissing her even more deeply. Amy let her hand continue on its journey down his body, where it finally got to the end of its quest when she took him in hand. He groaned into her mouth as she started to stroke him lightly. As her strokes sped up and her grip got stronger, his pelvis matched the rhythm her hand set, until the Doctor reached down to stop her.

“Enough,” he said tugging her hand up so he could place a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Amy actually pouted. The Doctor chuckled and nipped her lower lip. “Come on, Pond, you’ll like this part.”

“Oooh, someone’s a bit sure of himself,” she said.

“Someone really is,” he said. Then he moved his hips down a bit and she felt him hard and warm, poised at her entrance. The Doctor touched his forehead to hers. “Last chance, Amy.”

Amy’s answer was to place a hand on his cheek and chastely kiss him.

The Doctor smiled and then smoothly thrust forward. Amy arched her spine at the feel of him inside of her. The pace the Doctor set was slow and steady, taking himself out completely and easing back in. He never removed his forehead from hers. Amy matched his speed, keeping one hand on his face and letting the other settle on his bum.

Then she simply held on.

His thrusts quickened and she wrapped a leg around his waist spreading herself wider. They both groaned as he managed to go even deeper.

“Oh, Pond,” he said. She tilted her chin to kiss his mouth, their lips lazily brushing against each other as he moved inside of her.

He reached a hand down to hitch her other leg around his waist. Amy automatically hooked her ankles together and flexed her inner walls around his length. His hips jerked and he grinned. “Do that again.”

Amy smiled and flexed again. The Doctor gave a guttural groan and his hips stuttered. “This position seems a little familiar,” she said moving both her hands down to squeeze his bum.

“Oh?” he asked, angling his head to lick along her clavicle.

“Mmm, once upon a dream, even,” she said, rolling her hips and squeezing at the same time.

“Oh, gotta love that d? vu,” he said before kissing her. He then propped himself up and asked, “Ready for something a little different?”

“Always,” she said stretching her arms over her head and pushing her chest forward.

The Doctor adjusted her legs a little and then sat up straight. Amy’s hips were lifted a few inches off the ground. He smoothed a hand over her stomach and gripped her hips. He gave her a look from under his wonderfully mussed up fringe. She met his eyes and nodded.

He pulled his hips back and thrust hard. Amy gasped and said, “More. Oh, more.”

“Your wish, Miss Pond,” he said. The Doctor began to snap his hips to hers in serious earnest. The rug beneath Amy abraded her skin as the force jostled her body, but she paid it no mind as the desire in her grew to rather epic proportions.

Her fingers searched for purchase on the floor, but finding none, one hand went to clutch at her hair, the other her breast.

“Oh, you gorgeous thing,” the Doctor ground out as he watched her touch herself.

At the sound of his voice, Amy started a litany of words that included, ‘yes, more, harder, yes, doctor, god, please, yes, yes, more, more’.

It was on her last ‘more’ that he lowered his hips a fraction and hit something so sweet inside that she cried out and her back arched clear off the floor as her orgasm soared through her body. Every muscle tightened, her inner walls clenched around him.

“Pond!” the Doctor shouted as his own end was wrung from him. He drove into her a final time, before he unsteadily lowered his body to hers. He took care not to crush her, but remained deep within her body.

Amy’s skin felt over-sensitized as the remnants of her orgasm tripped and danced along her nerves. She shakily raised a hand and placed it on the back of the Doctor’s neck. He turned his head and pressed his lips to the pulse of her neck.

They lay entwined on the floor of the library that came complete with a swimming pool.

The Doctor eventually raised his head and looked at her. “Still with me?”

“Not sure,” Amy murmured. “Think I might be dead.”

“Oh, I hope not,” he said. “I haven’t taken you to see the Moache. They all sound like they’re from Glasgow but they’ve got four arms and three ears.”

Amy chuckled and then gave a soft moan as he withdrew. He soothed the loss by curling himself around her body and resting his head on her stomach. Amy dragged her fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. The Doctor sighed contentedly.

“I still maintain that this is not really the best of ideas,” he said.

“I know you do,” she said drowsily. “So, I guess I’ll have to get as much sex out of you as I can until you change your mind for good.”

The Doctor gave her stomach a quick kiss. “Now, that sounds like a plan. By the way, did I ever tell you about the time I had to…”

Amy smiled and dozed off to the sound of the pool rippling quietly and the feel of the Doctor’s voice vibrating through her body.

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