Re: FILL (EPILOGUE)
anonymous
July 2 2011, 05:04:30 UTC
It’s true, they don’t put up a balloon: but then, they don’t really need to. Amy’s not the quiet sort, and even if she weren’t, it would be hard to ignore the psychic vibrations that practically bounce off the walls every time they couple. The TARDIS practically hums with them, a soft, seductive melody that tells him she entirely approves...
Even still, this time is different. He’s walking down the corridor from the library when he hears the door to their bedroom creak open. Funny it should be opening, now--from the contented sighs the TARDIS was making, he could swear they were...
He’s almost convinced himself to turn around and walk back to the console room--there must be something that needs fiddling with--when he hears his name. Not only does he hear his name, but he hears it said in such a peculiar way... He doesn’t consciously decide to move closer, but he finds himself standing just outside their door all the same.
And what he hears--oh, what he hears. It’s like they’ve copied a fantasy straight out his head. He should definitely leave now, but his psychic link with the TARDIS has her projecting sensations directly through his nervous system, quickfire bursts of white hot pleasure running down his limbs and through his groin. There’s moaning, and pleading, and a delicious thrum, thrum, thrum racing through his blood...
He doesn’t remember pulling himself out of his trousers or starting to wank to the erratic rhythm of his companions’ love-making. He only snaps back into himself after he comes, spilling out over his own hand, his breath pounding out of his body in a heavy sigh.
And now comes the wait for the night they decide to come knock on his door...
Re: FILL (EPILOGUE)
anonymous
July 8 2011, 12:10:01 UTC
Oh godanon this is smokingly hot and I made the mistake of reading it on my phone while waiting at the doctor's office. I nearly jumped out of my seat when they called my name!
I'm sorry I haven't commented earlier! My laptop was dead, but I LOVED this, you've done a fantastic job filling this and I love you for it! Don't worry about the gag not being there, blindfolds are fine too, blindfolds they are cool!
Even still, this time is different. He’s walking down the corridor from the library when he hears the door to their bedroom creak open. Funny it should be opening, now--from the contented sighs the TARDIS was making, he could swear they were...
He’s almost convinced himself to turn around and walk back to the console room--there must be something that needs fiddling with--when he hears his name. Not only does he hear his name, but he hears it said in such a peculiar way... He doesn’t consciously decide to move closer, but he finds himself standing just outside their door all the same.
And what he hears--oh, what he hears. It’s like they’ve copied a fantasy straight out his head. He should definitely leave now, but his psychic link with the TARDIS has her projecting sensations directly through his nervous system, quickfire bursts of white hot pleasure running down his limbs and through his groin. There’s moaning, and pleading, and a delicious thrum, thrum, thrum racing through his blood...
He doesn’t remember pulling himself out of his trousers or starting to wank to the erratic rhythm of his companions’ love-making. He only snaps back into himself after he comes, spilling out over his own hand, his breath pounding out of his body in a heavy sigh.
And now comes the wait for the night they decide to come knock on his door...
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DAMN!!!!!
That was lovely and hot.
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