Amy/River - Falling From Gace - NC-17
...This didn't go exactly where I thought it was, and I'm not sure if it's where you were hoping it would go either...
*hides under the desk*...enjoy? (unbeta'd and all that jazz)
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters and all references to places/people etc are made in reference to a ficticious toryline and are in no way defamatory. Not written for profit.
“Visitor,” came the gruff voice of the guard stationed outside her cell.
“Tell them not to bother,” sighed River, her back to the bars, sitting cross legged on the uncomfortable little bed they had provided her with. The amount of money that was poured into Stormcage security every year you would think they could stretch to a comfortable bed at least. “I’m not going on any more missions, doing any more deals,” she said, a hard, angry tone to her voice which she hoped would get her message across. She didn’t want to be disturbed, even if it did mean that her only company were the guards outside her door, and they were more the strong, silent type. Not much use for small talk and filling the time. The last mission she had gone on had been too much for her. Seeing Amy again, and yet not being allowed to touch her, not like she wanted anyway. It was too early in the timeline for that. Far too early. The first time they had met, actually. Far too early to be kissing her like her life depended on it. What killed her even more was that she knew how Amy kissed. Knew what she felt like beneath her fingers, her lips. Knew what each and every little whimper and moan meant...
She had been able to save her from the angels at least. That would have to be enough. Saving her so at least she had the memories.
“River,” came the quiet, but unmistakable voice behind her. She had heard that voice utter her name a thousand times, in fear, in anger, in passion, and still it was always one time less that she needed to hear it. Turning, her eyes told her that her ears hadn’t betrayed her. Standing on the other side of the bars was Amelia Pond.
Tearing her eyes away for a second she looked at the guard. “Can you give us a minute?”
“I can give you six feet,” he grunted back, moving to stand against the wall opposite her cell. It was as much ‘privacy’ as she was allowed. Although, she had to admit, it was to be expected. She had tried, and almost managed to escape no less than six times. After her last attempt she now had a guard twenty-four seven who was to go no closer than two feet to the bars, and no further away than six.
She stepped towards the bars, Amy doing the same on the other side. River gasped as Amy placed a hand over hers where she clutched the cold metal. It was the first skin on skin contact she had had in over nine months. The first time she had touched Amy in any capacity in over two years.
“I know what you did, and I know why you did it,” said the fiery red head, her voice calmer than River ever thought it would be in knowing the truth. “And I don’t blame you.”
River looked up to meet amber eyes that weren’t filled with hate, as she had expected. There was hurt there, yes, but if was softened by the unmistakable love that shone out of those beautiful orbs. For once, River had nothing to say.
“I forgive you,” breathed Amy, tears shining in her eyes. Learning that the ‘good man’ River had killed was Rory was something that she thought she would never forgive, but when she learned why, she found she could no longer hold it against the mysterious women who had always had her heart. It wasn’t that she hadn’t loved Rory. She did...but if she was honest, she loved River more. Marrying Rory had been something born out of duty. He had waited two thousand years for her, how could she say no after that?
But here was River, having waited a lifetime, and willing to spend a lifetime paying for what she did to protect her. She should have known marrying Rory would never be enough to convince her that he was the one. Hell, even when they were married she hadn’t been able to stay away from the mysterious blonde, always ‘accidentally’ nipping off to some far flung corner of the galaxy where she would happen to bump into her. She looked into those deep green eyes, full of apology, regret, and love. “You saved my life,” she whispered. River had killed Rory not out of jealousy, and certainly not in rage. She had killed him to stop him killing Amy. The circuitry that was wired through him had been reactivated, taking over every cell of his being until he could no longer fight it. She had been the one to drive the power cord into his heart, overloading his system, shutting down his functions. She could still remember hearing that soul-wrenching cry from Amy as she ran, making sure Amy never had to see the blood on her hands. But here, standing before her, she knew she had blood on her hands. That the hand she now grasped through the bars was the one which had brought death to her husband. “And now I’m here to save yours,” Amy said in a voice so quiet River almost missed it.
She felt Amy’s finger wriggle atop her own hand and glanced towards it for a moment, noting the ring that Amy had worked to the tip of her finger. River gently slid their entwined fingers apart, allowing the young woman to slide the ring onto the same finger on her own hand before grasping Amy’s hand tightly again. She didn’t understand, and her expression must have said as much.
Suddenly she felt Amy’s hands slide into her hair, pulling her face to the bars so that the younger woman could crush their lips together. River felt her knees go weak at the contact, but wasn’t so unaware that she didn’t notice the small object which passed from Amy’s mouth to her own. Pulling back, she was wise enough to keep her mouth shut, but her confusion was clear on her face.
“I’ll be waiting,” said Amy, blinking back tears. She didn’t want to leave River here, alone, confused, but she knew she could risk anything more than she already had. She had given River everything she needed to get out. Now she could only hope she would figure it out. “I have to go,” breathed Amy, sniffling. “I love you, River.” And with that, the young red head turned on her heel and left.
“You should have asked her to visit again soon,” smirked the guard as she wandered back towards her cell, stopping on the painted line which showed the two foot gap that had to be adhered to. “I could maybe even let her in there with you next time long as I get to watch.”
Snarling her distaste River turned her back on the still sneering guard, resuming her original position on the bed, keeping her hands in her lap so as she could examine the items Amy had given her.
*
It had taken River five days to finally figure out what Amy had given her. And she had to smile when she did. Amelia Pond was not only the girl with the fairytale name and fiery personality. She was a girl with brains. The ring, and River could have kicked herself for not recognising it earlier, was one like those worn on the earthquake planet. It emitted a ‘heartbeat’ and could be set to emit a lifesize hologram of the last wearer. They were usually used to help find and in worst case scenarios, to identify those lost in the earthquakes. Using it to escape was a moment of brilliance on Amy’s part, even by River’s standards. And of course, the one other thing she needed to escape, a transporter. It was a tiny one, of course, enough for one jump. There were already co-ordinates set into it, and River had to trust that it would take her somewhere where she would be safe. Still, simply having the tools to get herself out of there wasn’t enough. She still needed a plan.
She figured that making the jump at night, during the change of the guards would be the safest time. Hopefully the noise of their heavy boots coming and retreating would mask any small sounds she might make during the transport, and that the quick report they exchanged detailing her status would take their attention from her for the few seconds she would need. River had never in her life been one for nerves. But she was shaking now. Her hands literally trembled as she set sat on the bed, waiting, listening for those heavy footsteps. On hearing them, she felt her heart rate soar as she placed the ring on the bed and struggled to flick the tiny switches on the transporter. Seeing the hologram image of herself appear on the bed in front of her, she closed her eyes and flicked the final switch on the transporter.
She kept her eyes closed for far longer then she knew was necessary for a transport, nervous of what would greet her when she opened them. She gasped on feeling someone tuck one of her unruly curls behind her ear. She wasn’t in Stormcage then. Then, as she felt soft lips press a kiss against one eyelid then the other, she knew there was only one person who could be standing before her. Opening her eyes, she couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face as Amelia Pond filled her vision. The young red head wore a similar grin, and only waited a moment before pulling River into a tight embrace. “What took you so long?”
River had to laugh. “So long? Five days is not a long time in that place, believe me.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out of there sooner. Sorry you had to go in there at all. Why did you never tell me?” asked Amy, pulling back so she could gaze into familiar green eyes.
“How could I?” asked River. “Being in there, thinking I would never see you again was bad enough without you hating me.”
“I could never hate you,” breathed Amy, pulling River close once more. “I love you too much. Always have,” she whispered, her mouth close to River’s ear. “I should never have married him. I know that now. He could have waited two million years and it wouldn’t have been enough to make him the one for me.”
River clung tightly to Amy, never wanting to let her go now that she finally had her. She felt the younger woman slide a hand into her hair and try to guide their mouths together, but she pulled back. “I need to know you don’t hold what I did against me,” she whispered, dropping her gaze. She loved Amy with everything she was, but she couldn’t be with her if every time the Scot looked at her it was with a degree of contempt.
Amy tilted the older woman’s chin up so, forcing her to meet her eyes. “You saved my life, River. You saved me from what was my own mistake. I’ll never hold that against you. In fact, I’m going to spent the rest of my life making it up to you.” This time when she tried to guide their lips together, there was no resistance from River. The kiss started slowly, a gentle re-acquaintance as their lips moved against each other. Feeling Amy’s tongue trace across her lower lips River was quick to grant her request, opening her mouth to welcome Amy’s begging tongue. The sensation as their tongues met coaxed a moan from both women. From here the kiss quickly built, hands roaming as they mapped out familiar curves, pulling each other as close as physically possible.
Amy dipped her head, starting a trail of kisses down River’s neck, wanting to worship every inch of the woman she had missed so much it physically hurt. The familiar feeling of blonde curls brushing her cheek made Amy smile as she continued her attentions, bringing her hands up to start unbuttoning River’s shirt, revealing more of the smooth, pale skin she hadn’t seen in so long.
River felt her breathing quicken as her body reacted in the only way it knew how to Amy’s attentions. Her head falling to the side, she gave Amy better access to her neck, revelling in the feeling of the younger woman’s lips on her skin. It wasn’t enough though, not after not having touched her in so long. Turning them around, she pressed Amy up against the door of the TARDIS, barely sparing a thought for what the Doctor would think if he found them now. She helped Amy rid her of her shirt, shrugging it off of her shoulders and throwing off, not caring where it landed. Then tugging at the hem of Amy’s baggy sweatshirt she motioned for Amy to lift her arms, so the garment could be removed, and then tossed carelessly aside to join River’s shirt on the floor. Much to her pleasure, River found that the sweater was the only layer Amy had been wearing, allowing her to trail her fingers up the pale skin of her stomach before tracing the edge of the pale blue material of her bra. Pulling River against her, Amy brought her in for another searing kiss, meanwhile her hands quickly dealt with the tie on her trousers, and urging her to kick them off.
Never having been one to be ashamed of her body, River quickly complied, kicking the horrible trousers she had been provided with in Stormcage to the floor, glad to be rid of them. “Sorry about the underwear, sweetie,” she chucked into the kiss. “If I’d known you were planning this I would have worn something a little more special. I don’t think I’ve worn white cotton since high school.”
Amu laughed, shaking her head at the absurdity of River’s comments. “You being here is the special part,” she smiled, reaching around to unclasp River’s bra, sliding it off her strong shoulders and down her arms. “Besides, doesn’t matter how special it is, when it’s all the way over there.” She stretched and released the fabric, firing it across the console room.
Laughing along with her fiery haired lover, River smoothed her palms down Amy’s sides, sliding her fingers beneath the waist of her little denim skirt, sliding it over her hips and lowering it with her leggings to the floor. She followed the path of the material, kissing down Amy’s right leg and back up her left, before placing a kiss on the crotch of the red head’s now damp pale blue panties. Green eyes locked with Amber as Amy pulled her back up, crushing their mouths together as she walked them back towards the console, which she pinned River against, slipping a pale thigh between her legs, and giving the older woman some of the much needed friction she craved.
Seeing River almost naked before her, Amy realised the blonde had lost her tan. It shouldn’t have surprised her, considering where River had been, and how long she had been there, but it did. She had never seen River quite so pale, almost as white as she was. Before, their skin had always contrasted, hers milky white against River’s healthy caramel. Now, the difference was barely noticeable. It caused a pang of guilt within her, at what she had done in choosing Rory. Her guilt was short-lived, however, as River pulled her in for another deep kiss, and she remembered that the older woman blamed her for nothing. Their time apart had done nothing to extinguish their love and passion for each other, and it was something Amy was thankful for.
The young red head lowered her lips once more, starting her pleasurable assault down River’s body. She kissed and nipped the skin over River’s hammering pulse point, causing the older woman to moan. It had been so long since she had touched the blonde. It hurt to think that she had almost forgotten how soft and intoxicatingly sweet her skin was. Moving her attention lower, Amy put her tongue and teeth to good use, grazing and teasing pert nipples, loving it as River arched into her, moaning her appreciation loud and clear. Strong hands slid into her hair, urging her back up to waiting lips which kissed her, not waiting to permission before the kiss was deepened.
River found it impossible not to vocalise the intense pleasure she felt, revelling in the simple sensation of skin on skin. She slid her palm over a smooth shoulder, lowering her hand to the clasp on Amy’s bra. So long away had left her a little out of practise, and it took a few unsuccessful attempts before she felt Amy’s hand brush her own as the red head unclasped the bra for her. “Plenty of time to get back into the swing of things,” smiled the younger women, sliding the flimsy garment off and throwing it with careless abandon.
Amy felt River chuckle against her skin as she guided their lips back together, tweaking her now exposed nipples, already standing to attention in the cool air of the TARDIS. Sliding her hands downed toned, muscles skin, Amy realised that River must have been using her time in captivity like so many of those televised prisoners; working out. The last time she had skimmed her hands down that stomach it had been firm, certainly, but now it was, well, solid. She could feel the muscles twitch the writhe beneath her fingers as she slid her hand lower still, finding the elastic on those oh-so-innocent looking white cotton panties, and slipping her hand beneath, caressing the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath.
The older woman cried out, her pleasure evident in the high pitched timbre of her usually husky, seductive voice. The cry descended into a primal growl as Amy slid two, then three fingers into her wetness. She felt River’s nails scratch at her back as the blonde clutched her close till Amy could feel her quickened breathing against her neck. Building a steady rhythm which was quickly accompanied by the sweet music of River’s sounds of sheer pleasure, Amy almost jerked away in surprise as skilled fingers caressed her through her panties.
Soon her own cries created a sensual harmony with River’s as both women drove the other towards the edge. Finally giving in to their release, they rode out the waves of pleasure, clinging to each other, placing small kisses against flushed skin. As River’s eyes flickered open Amy could only smile she was reminded of the hazy look in those glazed green orbs that always came after they made love. She tugged River down with her, reaching across the floor to retrieve her sweater and wrap it around them as they cuddled together on the floor. River sat with her back to the console, letting Amy settle between her legs so she could wrap her arms around her. Frowning, she lifted one hand to the console, quickly flicking a few switches here and there.
“What are you doing?” asked Amy, leaning her head back against River’s shoulder.
“Turning the heating up,” smiled River, dropping her hand back down to wrap around Amy’s narrow waist.
“You can do that?” asked Amy. “Then why the hell does the Doctor let it get so cold?”
River laughed. “Darling, he hadn’t even found the breaks, you really think he’s anywhere close to finding out how the heating works?”
*
Neither woman kept track of how long they sat there, and despite the mild discomfort of sitting on the metal floor, neither made any attempt to move, too wrapped up in the closeness of the other. It was River who finally broke the silence, a thoughtful tone to her voice. “Am I really worth it?”
“What?” asked Amy, twisting so she could meet River’s gaze.
“Falling from grace?” said River seriously. “Before you were the girl with the fairytale name who saved the universe just by thinking. Now you’re also the girl who freed a murderer.”
“Falling in love with you was worth every bit of it,” replied Amy honestly. “And don’t say it like that.” She shook her head. “Surely if anyone gets to say whether or not you’re a murderer it’s me. And I don’t think of you like that. You saved me from what was the equivalent of a cyberman. It just so happened he was my husband at the time.” She was surprised not to feel any sadness at her loss. But really, when she thought about it, it had been more of a gain than a loss. Rory hadn’t been Rory anymore when River had killed him. Amy wasn’t even sure there was any human left in him. “No, you’re not a murderer. You’re the princess I saved from the tower,” she said decisively, pressing a kiss against River’s smiling lips. “You’re everything to me, River. I just hate it took me all this time to realise it.”
“Time is a strange thing,” River sighed, trying to pull Amy impossibly closer. “But, since we have time now, I suggest we move this the bedroom, and not come out for days.” Her world famous smirk returned to her face.
“Mmm, as nice as that sounds, I really should go and get the Doctor first,” said Amy. Conveniently leaving the Doctor somewhere for a little while was one thing. Leaving him for days so River could have her wicked way with her was quite another.
River narrowed her eyes questioningly. “Amy, where is the Doctor?”
“Somewhere in the Arctic Circle?” the red head shrugged, watching as River’s eyebrows shot up her forehead in disbelief. “He kept trying to talk me out if it when he found out why I was so interested in nano transporters. I told him to chill...”
River did try to be serious, but at Amy’s last comment, she had to laugh. “Chill? In the Arctic Circle?”
Amy simply shrugged. “Aren’t you glad I gave is a bit of privacy to get...reacquainted?”
River laughed, pulling Amy into a tight hug. “It was a welcome home sweetie I’ll never forget”
*hides under the desk*...enjoy? (unbeta'd and all that jazz)
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters and all references to places/people etc are made in reference to a ficticious toryline and are in no way defamatory. Not written for profit.
“Visitor,” came the gruff voice of the guard stationed outside her cell.
“Tell them not to bother,” sighed River, her back to the bars, sitting cross legged on the uncomfortable little bed they had provided her with. The amount of money that was poured into Stormcage security every year you would think they could stretch to a comfortable bed at least. “I’m not going on any more missions, doing any more deals,” she said, a hard, angry tone to her voice which she hoped would get her message across. She didn’t want to be disturbed, even if it did mean that her only company were the guards outside her door, and they were more the strong, silent type. Not much use for small talk and filling the time. The last mission she had gone on had been too much for her. Seeing Amy again, and yet not being allowed to touch her, not like she wanted anyway. It was too early in the timeline for that. Far too early. The first time they had met, actually. Far too early to be kissing her like her life depended on it. What killed her even more was that she knew how Amy kissed. Knew what she felt like beneath her fingers, her lips. Knew what each and every little whimper and moan meant...
She had been able to save her from the angels at least. That would have to be enough. Saving her so at least she had the memories.
“River,” came the quiet, but unmistakable voice behind her. She had heard that voice utter her name a thousand times, in fear, in anger, in passion, and still it was always one time less that she needed to hear it. Turning, her eyes told her that her ears hadn’t betrayed her. Standing on the other side of the bars was Amelia Pond.
Tearing her eyes away for a second she looked at the guard. “Can you give us a minute?”
“I can give you six feet,” he grunted back, moving to stand against the wall opposite her cell. It was as much ‘privacy’ as she was allowed. Although, she had to admit, it was to be expected. She had tried, and almost managed to escape no less than six times. After her last attempt she now had a guard twenty-four seven who was to go no closer than two feet to the bars, and no further away than six.
She stepped towards the bars, Amy doing the same on the other side. River gasped as Amy placed a hand over hers where she clutched the cold metal. It was the first skin on skin contact she had had in over nine months. The first time she had touched Amy in any capacity in over two years.
“I know what you did, and I know why you did it,” said the fiery red head, her voice calmer than River ever thought it would be in knowing the truth. “And I don’t blame you.”
River looked up to meet amber eyes that weren’t filled with hate, as she had expected. There was hurt there, yes, but if was softened by the unmistakable love that shone out of those beautiful orbs. For once, River had nothing to say.
“I forgive you,” breathed Amy, tears shining in her eyes. Learning that the ‘good man’ River had killed was Rory was something that she thought she would never forgive, but when she learned why, she found she could no longer hold it against the mysterious women who had always had her heart. It wasn’t that she hadn’t loved Rory. She did...but if she was honest, she loved River more. Marrying Rory had been something born out of duty. He had waited two thousand years for her, how could she say no after that?
But here was River, having waited a lifetime, and willing to spend a lifetime paying for what she did to protect her. She should have known marrying Rory would never be enough to convince her that he was the one. Hell, even when they were married she hadn’t been able to stay away from the mysterious blonde, always ‘accidentally’ nipping off to some far flung corner of the galaxy where she would happen to bump into her. She looked into those deep green eyes, full of apology, regret, and love. “You saved my life,” she whispered. River had killed Rory not out of jealousy, and certainly not in rage. She had killed him to stop him killing Amy. The circuitry that was wired through him had been reactivated, taking over every cell of his being until he could no longer fight it. She had been the one to drive the power cord into his heart, overloading his system, shutting down his functions. She could still remember hearing that soul-wrenching cry from Amy as she ran, making sure Amy never had to see the blood on her hands. But here, standing before her, she knew she had blood on her hands. That the hand she now grasped through the bars was the one which had brought death to her husband. “And now I’m here to save yours,” Amy said in a voice so quiet River almost missed it.
She felt Amy’s finger wriggle atop her own hand and glanced towards it for a moment, noting the ring that Amy had worked to the tip of her finger. River gently slid their entwined fingers apart, allowing the young woman to slide the ring onto the same finger on her own hand before grasping Amy’s hand tightly again. She didn’t understand, and her expression must have said as much.
Suddenly she felt Amy’s hands slide into her hair, pulling her face to the bars so that the younger woman could crush their lips together. River felt her knees go weak at the contact, but wasn’t so unaware that she didn’t notice the small object which passed from Amy’s mouth to her own. Pulling back, she was wise enough to keep her mouth shut, but her confusion was clear on her face.
“I’ll be waiting,” said Amy, blinking back tears. She didn’t want to leave River here, alone, confused, but she knew she could risk anything more than she already had. She had given River everything she needed to get out. Now she could only hope she would figure it out. “I have to go,” breathed Amy, sniffling. “I love you, River.” And with that, the young red head turned on her heel and left.
“You should have asked her to visit again soon,” smirked the guard as she wandered back towards her cell, stopping on the painted line which showed the two foot gap that had to be adhered to. “I could maybe even let her in there with you next time long as I get to watch.”
Snarling her distaste River turned her back on the still sneering guard, resuming her original position on the bed, keeping her hands in her lap so as she could examine the items Amy had given her.
*
It had taken River five days to finally figure out what Amy had given her. And she had to smile when she did. Amelia Pond was not only the girl with the fairytale name and fiery personality. She was a girl with brains. The ring, and River could have kicked herself for not recognising it earlier, was one like those worn on the earthquake planet. It emitted a ‘heartbeat’ and could be set to emit a lifesize hologram of the last wearer. They were usually used to help find and in worst case scenarios, to identify those lost in the earthquakes. Using it to escape was a moment of brilliance on Amy’s part, even by River’s standards. And of course, the one other thing she needed to escape, a transporter. It was a tiny one, of course, enough for one jump. There were already co-ordinates set into it, and River had to trust that it would take her somewhere where she would be safe. Still, simply having the tools to get herself out of there wasn’t enough. She still needed a plan.
She figured that making the jump at night, during the change of the guards would be the safest time. Hopefully the noise of their heavy boots coming and retreating would mask any small sounds she might make during the transport, and that the quick report they exchanged detailing her status would take their attention from her for the few seconds she would need. River had never in her life been one for nerves. But she was shaking now. Her hands literally trembled as she set sat on the bed, waiting, listening for those heavy footsteps. On hearing them, she felt her heart rate soar as she placed the ring on the bed and struggled to flick the tiny switches on the transporter. Seeing the hologram image of herself appear on the bed in front of her, she closed her eyes and flicked the final switch on the transporter.
She kept her eyes closed for far longer then she knew was necessary for a transport, nervous of what would greet her when she opened them. She gasped on feeling someone tuck one of her unruly curls behind her ear. She wasn’t in Stormcage then. Then, as she felt soft lips press a kiss against one eyelid then the other, she knew there was only one person who could be standing before her. Opening her eyes, she couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face as Amelia Pond filled her vision. The young red head wore a similar grin, and only waited a moment before pulling River into a tight embrace. “What took you so long?”
River had to laugh. “So long? Five days is not a long time in that place, believe me.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out of there sooner. Sorry you had to go in there at all. Why did you never tell me?” asked Amy, pulling back so she could gaze into familiar green eyes.
“How could I?” asked River. “Being in there, thinking I would never see you again was bad enough without you hating me.”
“I could never hate you,” breathed Amy, pulling River close once more. “I love you too much. Always have,” she whispered, her mouth close to River’s ear. “I should never have married him. I know that now. He could have waited two million years and it wouldn’t have been enough to make him the one for me.”
River clung tightly to Amy, never wanting to let her go now that she finally had her. She felt the younger woman slide a hand into her hair and try to guide their mouths together, but she pulled back. “I need to know you don’t hold what I did against me,” she whispered, dropping her gaze. She loved Amy with everything she was, but she couldn’t be with her if every time the Scot looked at her it was with a degree of contempt.
Amy tilted the older woman’s chin up so, forcing her to meet her eyes. “You saved my life, River. You saved me from what was my own mistake. I’ll never hold that against you. In fact, I’m going to spent the rest of my life making it up to you.” This time when she tried to guide their lips together, there was no resistance from River. The kiss started slowly, a gentle re-acquaintance as their lips moved against each other. Feeling Amy’s tongue trace across her lower lips River was quick to grant her request, opening her mouth to welcome Amy’s begging tongue. The sensation as their tongues met coaxed a moan from both women. From here the kiss quickly built, hands roaming as they mapped out familiar curves, pulling each other as close as physically possible.
Amy dipped her head, starting a trail of kisses down River’s neck, wanting to worship every inch of the woman she had missed so much it physically hurt. The familiar feeling of blonde curls brushing her cheek made Amy smile as she continued her attentions, bringing her hands up to start unbuttoning River’s shirt, revealing more of the smooth, pale skin she hadn’t seen in so long.
River felt her breathing quicken as her body reacted in the only way it knew how to Amy’s attentions. Her head falling to the side, she gave Amy better access to her neck, revelling in the feeling of the younger woman’s lips on her skin. It wasn’t enough though, not after not having touched her in so long. Turning them around, she pressed Amy up against the door of the TARDIS, barely sparing a thought for what the Doctor would think if he found them now. She helped Amy rid her of her shirt, shrugging it off of her shoulders and throwing off, not caring where it landed. Then tugging at the hem of Amy’s baggy sweatshirt she motioned for Amy to lift her arms, so the garment could be removed, and then tossed carelessly aside to join River’s shirt on the floor. Much to her pleasure, River found that the sweater was the only layer Amy had been wearing, allowing her to trail her fingers up the pale skin of her stomach before tracing the edge of the pale blue material of her bra. Pulling River against her, Amy brought her in for another searing kiss, meanwhile her hands quickly dealt with the tie on her trousers, and urging her to kick them off.
Never having been one to be ashamed of her body, River quickly complied, kicking the horrible trousers she had been provided with in Stormcage to the floor, glad to be rid of them. “Sorry about the underwear, sweetie,” she chucked into the kiss. “If I’d known you were planning this I would have worn something a little more special. I don’t think I’ve worn white cotton since high school.”
Amu laughed, shaking her head at the absurdity of River’s comments. “You being here is the special part,” she smiled, reaching around to unclasp River’s bra, sliding it off her strong shoulders and down her arms. “Besides, doesn’t matter how special it is, when it’s all the way over there.” She stretched and released the fabric, firing it across the console room.
Laughing along with her fiery haired lover, River smoothed her palms down Amy’s sides, sliding her fingers beneath the waist of her little denim skirt, sliding it over her hips and lowering it with her leggings to the floor. She followed the path of the material, kissing down Amy’s right leg and back up her left, before placing a kiss on the crotch of the red head’s now damp pale blue panties. Green eyes locked with Amber as Amy pulled her back up, crushing their mouths together as she walked them back towards the console, which she pinned River against, slipping a pale thigh between her legs, and giving the older woman some of the much needed friction she craved.
Seeing River almost naked before her, Amy realised the blonde had lost her tan. It shouldn’t have surprised her, considering where River had been, and how long she had been there, but it did. She had never seen River quite so pale, almost as white as she was. Before, their skin had always contrasted, hers milky white against River’s healthy caramel. Now, the difference was barely noticeable. It caused a pang of guilt within her, at what she had done in choosing Rory. Her guilt was short-lived, however, as River pulled her in for another deep kiss, and she remembered that the older woman blamed her for nothing. Their time apart had done nothing to extinguish their love and passion for each other, and it was something Amy was thankful for.
The young red head lowered her lips once more, starting her pleasurable assault down River’s body. She kissed and nipped the skin over River’s hammering pulse point, causing the older woman to moan. It had been so long since she had touched the blonde. It hurt to think that she had almost forgotten how soft and intoxicatingly sweet her skin was. Moving her attention lower, Amy put her tongue and teeth to good use, grazing and teasing pert nipples, loving it as River arched into her, moaning her appreciation loud and clear. Strong hands slid into her hair, urging her back up to waiting lips which kissed her, not waiting to permission before the kiss was deepened.
River found it impossible not to vocalise the intense pleasure she felt, revelling in the simple sensation of skin on skin. She slid her palm over a smooth shoulder, lowering her hand to the clasp on Amy’s bra. So long away had left her a little out of practise, and it took a few unsuccessful attempts before she felt Amy’s hand brush her own as the red head unclasped the bra for her. “Plenty of time to get back into the swing of things,” smiled the younger women, sliding the flimsy garment off and throwing it with careless abandon.
Amy felt River chuckle against her skin as she guided their lips back together, tweaking her now exposed nipples, already standing to attention in the cool air of the TARDIS. Sliding her hands downed toned, muscles skin, Amy realised that River must have been using her time in captivity like so many of those televised prisoners; working out. The last time she had skimmed her hands down that stomach it had been firm, certainly, but now it was, well, solid. She could feel the muscles twitch the writhe beneath her fingers as she slid her hand lower still, finding the elastic on those oh-so-innocent looking white cotton panties, and slipping her hand beneath, caressing the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath.
The older woman cried out, her pleasure evident in the high pitched timbre of her usually husky, seductive voice. The cry descended into a primal growl as Amy slid two, then three fingers into her wetness. She felt River’s nails scratch at her back as the blonde clutched her close till Amy could feel her quickened breathing against her neck. Building a steady rhythm which was quickly accompanied by the sweet music of River’s sounds of sheer pleasure, Amy almost jerked away in surprise as skilled fingers caressed her through her panties.
Soon her own cries created a sensual harmony with River’s as both women drove the other towards the edge. Finally giving in to their release, they rode out the waves of pleasure, clinging to each other, placing small kisses against flushed skin. As River’s eyes flickered open Amy could only smile she was reminded of the hazy look in those glazed green orbs that always came after they made love. She tugged River down with her, reaching across the floor to retrieve her sweater and wrap it around them as they cuddled together on the floor. River sat with her back to the console, letting Amy settle between her legs so she could wrap her arms around her. Frowning, she lifted one hand to the console, quickly flicking a few switches here and there.
“What are you doing?” asked Amy, leaning her head back against River’s shoulder.
“Turning the heating up,” smiled River, dropping her hand back down to wrap around Amy’s narrow waist.
“You can do that?” asked Amy. “Then why the hell does the Doctor let it get so cold?”
River laughed. “Darling, he hadn’t even found the breaks, you really think he’s anywhere close to finding out how the heating works?”
*
Neither woman kept track of how long they sat there, and despite the mild discomfort of sitting on the metal floor, neither made any attempt to move, too wrapped up in the closeness of the other. It was River who finally broke the silence, a thoughtful tone to her voice. “Am I really worth it?”
“What?” asked Amy, twisting so she could meet River’s gaze.
“Falling from grace?” said River seriously. “Before you were the girl with the fairytale name who saved the universe just by thinking. Now you’re also the girl who freed a murderer.”
“Falling in love with you was worth every bit of it,” replied Amy honestly. “And don’t say it like that.” She shook her head. “Surely if anyone gets to say whether or not you’re a murderer it’s me. And I don’t think of you like that. You saved me from what was the equivalent of a cyberman. It just so happened he was my husband at the time.” She was surprised not to feel any sadness at her loss. But really, when she thought about it, it had been more of a gain than a loss. Rory hadn’t been Rory anymore when River had killed him. Amy wasn’t even sure there was any human left in him. “No, you’re not a murderer. You’re the princess I saved from the tower,” she said decisively, pressing a kiss against River’s smiling lips. “You’re everything to me, River. I just hate it took me all this time to realise it.”
“Time is a strange thing,” River sighed, trying to pull Amy impossibly closer. “But, since we have time now, I suggest we move this the bedroom, and not come out for days.” Her world famous smirk returned to her face.
“Mmm, as nice as that sounds, I really should go and get the Doctor first,” said Amy. Conveniently leaving the Doctor somewhere for a little while was one thing. Leaving him for days so River could have her wicked way with her was quite another.
River narrowed her eyes questioningly. “Amy, where is the Doctor?”
“Somewhere in the Arctic Circle?” the red head shrugged, watching as River’s eyebrows shot up her forehead in disbelief. “He kept trying to talk me out if it when he found out why I was so interested in nano transporters. I told him to chill...”
River did try to be serious, but at Amy’s last comment, she had to laugh. “Chill? In the Arctic Circle?”
Amy simply shrugged. “Aren’t you glad I gave is a bit of privacy to get...reacquainted?”
River laughed, pulling Amy into a tight hug. “It was a welcome home sweetie I’ll never forget”