Gift for thette Part 1
To: thette
From: flydye8
Title: Fish Fingers and Custard Times Two…. Part 1
Pairings: Amy/Eleven
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own DW I never will but I love giving stories as Christmas Presents
Summary: Our Duo reflects on the significance of Fish Fingers and Custard to each of them and how it can change their lives in a very good way.
Author’s Note: This is written for Thette at the DWSanta community. I hope you enjoy this story Thette and Merry Christmas to you.
Author’s note 2: Many thanks go out to my two wonderful Beta’s A_Phoenixdragon and Janeausten4ever. You both are brilliant and so helpful in making this Christmas present memorable.
Word Count: 2,125 this part
Dear Diary,
How could I swear on Fish Fingers and Custard with Rory standing right there? I am so glad that the Doctor didn’t elaborate on my promise in front of everyone; but I knew he understood what I was swearing on, especially when he looked at me with those loving eyes that I had not seen in such a long time.
I remember the evening so well. Sometimes, time just throws a loop on things and we just have to go with the flow. That evening the Doctor and I just went with the flow, and said to hell with the universe. We both needed some comfort, especially after the realization that Vincent still died even after our visit with him.
I have never written about or told anyone about that evening because it was a special night for my Doctor and I, but with the uncertainty that we are about to face in 1969 I think it is time to write it down and maybe someday it will be read by someone who might care.
After we arrived back at the TARDIS my heart still was very heavy, even with the lovely dedication Vincent gave to me in his painting of sunflowers. I sat heavily on one of the chairs watching the rotor of the Doctor’s ship move up and down, bringing us to some unknown destination.
The feelings of sadness I sensed within the room were smothering me. I sat for a bit trying to work through the emotions I was feeling by breathing deeply without much success. I gave up after five minutes and left the room heading to the galley of the TARDIS to find something that would distract me from my distress.
I opened the fridge, hoping to find something to drown my sorrow in: chocolate, booze (I didn’t care what), but the only thing that I found was a box of custard. I smiled and opened the freezer and found the fish sticks. I patted the ship and understood what she wanted me to do. I started to prepare the fish fingers and custard the same way I did so many years ago when I first met my Doctor.
After preparing the snack, I placed it on a serving tray and quickly walked back into the main room. What I saw when I entered tore my heart to pieces. The Doctor was sitting with his head in his hands looking very old. I knew that in his many lives he had done some bad things. Usually he could hold back the negative thoughts, but for some reason on this night, he looked like he was 900 plus years old and very worn out.
Moving silently, I knelt at his feet. I looked up at him and smiled, “Here, Doctor I think you need a bit of a snack.” I dipped one of the fish fingers into the custard and brought it to his lips. The smile that he gave me lit up his face, his eyes sparkled and the wrinkles on his forehead smoothed causing him to look younger.
Without removing the fish finger from my hand, he bent down and took a bite. The feelings that coursed through my body as he ate from my fingers, I swear caused my temperature to rise. I continued to feed him, dipping the sticks in the custard after every bite, causing my fingers to be coated with the yellow sweet cream.
I really don’t know what came over me as he ate the last fish stick, but I raised my coated fingers to his lips, not sure if he would lick them or hand me a hankie from his pocket. I was surprised when he took one of my digits in his mouth and cleaned the custard off of it then move to the next one. As he finished licking the last of the custard off my fingers, my body was overwhelmed with need for him. Lifting up off from the floor, I placed a tentative kiss on his lips; I was in heaven and prayed to the gods that he would not pull away from me.
He ended the kiss and sighed, “Oh, Amelia Pond why must you tempt me so.”
Before I could respond, he bent down and kissed me tenderly but with that hint of sadness. It only took me a moment to get over my shock that he was kissing me; I knew that if I let him think too much he would back away from me again.
To keep him from thinking too much, I immediately straddled his lap, taking over the kiss. When I broke for air, I spoke quietly as I cradled his face in my hands, “Vincent showed us how he saw the universe, let me show you how I see the universe and being with you.”
I think that my words had an effect on him, because he kissed me with such passion that I thought I would explode with want and love for him. I felt his hands all over my body as he kissed me; each spot he touched cooled my heated skin even through the clothes I wore. When his hands reached the bare skin of my neck I gasped; my skin tingled with electricity. He wove his hands into my hair and gave a gentle tug; he kissed and nipped my neck, moving his lips down to the button shirt I was wearing. I felt him bring his free hand up, undoing my shirt with such precision that I thought he must have practiced for this very moment.
I snaked my hands into his soft hair, grasping his head as he suckled at my exposed breast; I ground my hips against him and felt his need. I think I moaned then, but I am not sure because the sensations of coolness and tingling he was creating within me, by his mouth and fingers, clouded my thoughts. I moved my fingers to the base of his neck, scraping the exposed skin gently with my painted nails.
I heard him moan as my fingers caressed his neck, scratching the exposed flesh again. His reaction was instantaneous; he immediately lifted me up in the air and moved. I really don’t know how he managed it; all I know was that one minute I was on his lap and the next I felt the bed against my back. Once settled, I watched him move up while caressing his fingers over my exposed skin.
Then he stopped and hovered over me. His eyes found mine, and for a moment, I thought he was going to leave, but instead he picked up a piece of my hair, twirled his fingers around it, then let it fall to the bed beneath me. Tracing his fingers along my hairline he whispered, “Amelia Pond, this can never happen again after tonight.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you are meant to be with another and the timelines need to remain intact,” I remember him saying to me.
Now that I look back, I know that he was right (but at the time all I wanted was to be with him; I didn’t remember Rory) all I knew was that he was my life and I wanted to show him how much he was a part of it.
I reached up wrapping my hands behind his neck I pulled him down to me; I kissed slowly, tracing my tongue on his lips, showing him that I understood. With that action I released the passion that he had hidden from me for so long.
He took over the kiss, showing me how much he desired me while he undressed the rest of my body with his nimble hands. It is hard to explain; it was like he surrounded my body with his essence as each touch brought us closer together.
My hands were just as active as his. I removed his bow tie first, then his jacket, and finally his shirt. I cast the clothes aside and when my hands touched his bare chest, I relished the feel of his soft skin under my fingertips. I wanted to know if he would be just as soft under my lips. I sat up and moved so that we were face to face on our sides.
Bending down, I used my tongue to trace the path that my fingers left on his skin. As each new area of skin was explored by me, I heard him hiss in pleasure. I kept moving wanting to know what other sounds of passion I could evoke from him. My lips reached his neck and I sucked gently, causing him to moan. I smiled against his skin and kissed my way down to his collar bone. He gasped as I kissed and bit his delicate skin. The sounds coming from him encouraged me to move down his chest. As I nipped at his nipples gently, he reared up pushing me onto my back.
Unaffected by our new position, I moved my fingers down further and finally reached his dark pants. He gave me a loud moan as I undid his belt and reached inside. I grasped his hardness through his underwear causing him to arch his back in passion. The beauty of his body took my breath away. He relaxed his posture, but I wanted to see it again, so I squeezed a bit harder and committed to memory the beauty and grace of him that I evoked with my own hands.
Reaching under the thin fabric, I quickly removed the last barrier that was between him and me. As our bodies touched, completely naked, I found myself consumed by the fire that burned between us. I thought I was in heaven. I was so wrong - heaven was about to come.
He moved his fingers down between my legs. He stroked the fine hair that surrounded my opening and gently slid one of his long digits inside of me, testing to see if I was ready for him. He had nothing to worry about, as I was wet and completely ready for him. He withdrew his finger and then penetrated me with two more. I arched up off the bed wanting to have more, straining to move his fingers deeper inside of me.
He stilled, withdrawing his fingers from me and covered my body with his. The excitement between us sizzled with anticipation. I looked up at his gorgeous face and begged, “Please, Doctor.”
He smiled at me and placed his forehead against mine and just said, “Yes.” As he thrust deep inside of me bringing us together.
The sensations were amazing and I don’t think my body will ever be so alive again. We moved together beautifully. I met each of his movements with my own, but as he moved more quickly my body became erratic.
I tried to get the rhythm back, but I think he had other things in mind; he kissed my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, all the while maintaining a steady rhythm even when my body continued to be uncontrollable.
By this time my body was ready for its release, but I wanted it to last as long as possible, so I held back, until his kisses reached my ear. With a moan he whispered, “I Gotcha.”
Those two simple words were my undoing; my body stiffened and I screamed with my release. With semi closed eyes I watched as he arched back, thrusting deep inside of me one last time, his body trembling in ecstasy from his orgasm.
As we both came down from the passion we had shared, we laid side by side looking up at the ceiling of the TARDIS, our hands entwined as they had been when we laid next to Vincent on that starry night. No words were said between us and I soon fell into a sated sleep. The next morning, when I woke up he was not there. I admit I was a bit hurt, but he did tell me that we could never make love again and if he was beside me I know we would have.
Till this day, I still see my Doctor arching in ecstasy, even when I am with Rory. I know it is wrong to see a different man than my husband, but I can’t help it. When I close my eyes I see the beauty I beheld in my Doctor that night. I know I should not, but some images just stick with you and that is an image I will never forget. Now that I have written it down, the memory will remain strong.
Till next time diary
Amelia
Continue to Part 2
From: flydye8
Title: Fish Fingers and Custard Times Two…. Part 1
Pairings: Amy/Eleven
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own DW I never will but I love giving stories as Christmas Presents
Summary: Our Duo reflects on the significance of Fish Fingers and Custard to each of them and how it can change their lives in a very good way.
Author’s Note: This is written for Thette at the DWSanta community. I hope you enjoy this story Thette and Merry Christmas to you.
Author’s note 2: Many thanks go out to my two wonderful Beta’s A_Phoenixdragon and Janeausten4ever. You both are brilliant and so helpful in making this Christmas present memorable.
Word Count: 2,125 this part
Dear Diary,
How could I swear on Fish Fingers and Custard with Rory standing right there? I am so glad that the Doctor didn’t elaborate on my promise in front of everyone; but I knew he understood what I was swearing on, especially when he looked at me with those loving eyes that I had not seen in such a long time.
I remember the evening so well. Sometimes, time just throws a loop on things and we just have to go with the flow. That evening the Doctor and I just went with the flow, and said to hell with the universe. We both needed some comfort, especially after the realization that Vincent still died even after our visit with him.
I have never written about or told anyone about that evening because it was a special night for my Doctor and I, but with the uncertainty that we are about to face in 1969 I think it is time to write it down and maybe someday it will be read by someone who might care.
After we arrived back at the TARDIS my heart still was very heavy, even with the lovely dedication Vincent gave to me in his painting of sunflowers. I sat heavily on one of the chairs watching the rotor of the Doctor’s ship move up and down, bringing us to some unknown destination.
The feelings of sadness I sensed within the room were smothering me. I sat for a bit trying to work through the emotions I was feeling by breathing deeply without much success. I gave up after five minutes and left the room heading to the galley of the TARDIS to find something that would distract me from my distress.
I opened the fridge, hoping to find something to drown my sorrow in: chocolate, booze (I didn’t care what), but the only thing that I found was a box of custard. I smiled and opened the freezer and found the fish sticks. I patted the ship and understood what she wanted me to do. I started to prepare the fish fingers and custard the same way I did so many years ago when I first met my Doctor.
After preparing the snack, I placed it on a serving tray and quickly walked back into the main room. What I saw when I entered tore my heart to pieces. The Doctor was sitting with his head in his hands looking very old. I knew that in his many lives he had done some bad things. Usually he could hold back the negative thoughts, but for some reason on this night, he looked like he was 900 plus years old and very worn out.
Moving silently, I knelt at his feet. I looked up at him and smiled, “Here, Doctor I think you need a bit of a snack.” I dipped one of the fish fingers into the custard and brought it to his lips. The smile that he gave me lit up his face, his eyes sparkled and the wrinkles on his forehead smoothed causing him to look younger.
Without removing the fish finger from my hand, he bent down and took a bite. The feelings that coursed through my body as he ate from my fingers, I swear caused my temperature to rise. I continued to feed him, dipping the sticks in the custard after every bite, causing my fingers to be coated with the yellow sweet cream.
I really don’t know what came over me as he ate the last fish stick, but I raised my coated fingers to his lips, not sure if he would lick them or hand me a hankie from his pocket. I was surprised when he took one of my digits in his mouth and cleaned the custard off of it then move to the next one. As he finished licking the last of the custard off my fingers, my body was overwhelmed with need for him. Lifting up off from the floor, I placed a tentative kiss on his lips; I was in heaven and prayed to the gods that he would not pull away from me.
He ended the kiss and sighed, “Oh, Amelia Pond why must you tempt me so.”
Before I could respond, he bent down and kissed me tenderly but with that hint of sadness. It only took me a moment to get over my shock that he was kissing me; I knew that if I let him think too much he would back away from me again.
To keep him from thinking too much, I immediately straddled his lap, taking over the kiss. When I broke for air, I spoke quietly as I cradled his face in my hands, “Vincent showed us how he saw the universe, let me show you how I see the universe and being with you.”
I think that my words had an effect on him, because he kissed me with such passion that I thought I would explode with want and love for him. I felt his hands all over my body as he kissed me; each spot he touched cooled my heated skin even through the clothes I wore. When his hands reached the bare skin of my neck I gasped; my skin tingled with electricity. He wove his hands into my hair and gave a gentle tug; he kissed and nipped my neck, moving his lips down to the button shirt I was wearing. I felt him bring his free hand up, undoing my shirt with such precision that I thought he must have practiced for this very moment.
I snaked my hands into his soft hair, grasping his head as he suckled at my exposed breast; I ground my hips against him and felt his need. I think I moaned then, but I am not sure because the sensations of coolness and tingling he was creating within me, by his mouth and fingers, clouded my thoughts. I moved my fingers to the base of his neck, scraping the exposed skin gently with my painted nails.
I heard him moan as my fingers caressed his neck, scratching the exposed flesh again. His reaction was instantaneous; he immediately lifted me up in the air and moved. I really don’t know how he managed it; all I know was that one minute I was on his lap and the next I felt the bed against my back. Once settled, I watched him move up while caressing his fingers over my exposed skin.
Then he stopped and hovered over me. His eyes found mine, and for a moment, I thought he was going to leave, but instead he picked up a piece of my hair, twirled his fingers around it, then let it fall to the bed beneath me. Tracing his fingers along my hairline he whispered, “Amelia Pond, this can never happen again after tonight.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you are meant to be with another and the timelines need to remain intact,” I remember him saying to me.
Now that I look back, I know that he was right (but at the time all I wanted was to be with him; I didn’t remember Rory) all I knew was that he was my life and I wanted to show him how much he was a part of it.
I reached up wrapping my hands behind his neck I pulled him down to me; I kissed slowly, tracing my tongue on his lips, showing him that I understood. With that action I released the passion that he had hidden from me for so long.
He took over the kiss, showing me how much he desired me while he undressed the rest of my body with his nimble hands. It is hard to explain; it was like he surrounded my body with his essence as each touch brought us closer together.
My hands were just as active as his. I removed his bow tie first, then his jacket, and finally his shirt. I cast the clothes aside and when my hands touched his bare chest, I relished the feel of his soft skin under my fingertips. I wanted to know if he would be just as soft under my lips. I sat up and moved so that we were face to face on our sides.
Bending down, I used my tongue to trace the path that my fingers left on his skin. As each new area of skin was explored by me, I heard him hiss in pleasure. I kept moving wanting to know what other sounds of passion I could evoke from him. My lips reached his neck and I sucked gently, causing him to moan. I smiled against his skin and kissed my way down to his collar bone. He gasped as I kissed and bit his delicate skin. The sounds coming from him encouraged me to move down his chest. As I nipped at his nipples gently, he reared up pushing me onto my back.
Unaffected by our new position, I moved my fingers down further and finally reached his dark pants. He gave me a loud moan as I undid his belt and reached inside. I grasped his hardness through his underwear causing him to arch his back in passion. The beauty of his body took my breath away. He relaxed his posture, but I wanted to see it again, so I squeezed a bit harder and committed to memory the beauty and grace of him that I evoked with my own hands.
Reaching under the thin fabric, I quickly removed the last barrier that was between him and me. As our bodies touched, completely naked, I found myself consumed by the fire that burned between us. I thought I was in heaven. I was so wrong - heaven was about to come.
He moved his fingers down between my legs. He stroked the fine hair that surrounded my opening and gently slid one of his long digits inside of me, testing to see if I was ready for him. He had nothing to worry about, as I was wet and completely ready for him. He withdrew his finger and then penetrated me with two more. I arched up off the bed wanting to have more, straining to move his fingers deeper inside of me.
He stilled, withdrawing his fingers from me and covered my body with his. The excitement between us sizzled with anticipation. I looked up at his gorgeous face and begged, “Please, Doctor.”
He smiled at me and placed his forehead against mine and just said, “Yes.” As he thrust deep inside of me bringing us together.
The sensations were amazing and I don’t think my body will ever be so alive again. We moved together beautifully. I met each of his movements with my own, but as he moved more quickly my body became erratic.
I tried to get the rhythm back, but I think he had other things in mind; he kissed my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, all the while maintaining a steady rhythm even when my body continued to be uncontrollable.
By this time my body was ready for its release, but I wanted it to last as long as possible, so I held back, until his kisses reached my ear. With a moan he whispered, “I Gotcha.”
Those two simple words were my undoing; my body stiffened and I screamed with my release. With semi closed eyes I watched as he arched back, thrusting deep inside of me one last time, his body trembling in ecstasy from his orgasm.
As we both came down from the passion we had shared, we laid side by side looking up at the ceiling of the TARDIS, our hands entwined as they had been when we laid next to Vincent on that starry night. No words were said between us and I soon fell into a sated sleep. The next morning, when I woke up he was not there. I admit I was a bit hurt, but he did tell me that we could never make love again and if he was beside me I know we would have.
Till this day, I still see my Doctor arching in ecstasy, even when I am with Rory. I know it is wrong to see a different man than my husband, but I can’t help it. When I close my eyes I see the beauty I beheld in my Doctor that night. I know I should not, but some images just stick with you and that is an image I will never forget. Now that I have written it down, the memory will remain strong.
Till next time diary
Amelia
Continue to Part 2