Amy/River - The Doctor's Wife (reply to prompt)
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Not sure where exactly this came from, my muse seems to be in quite an odd mood to say the least, but anyway...
First she tried the tight fitting jeans which she knew made her legs look even longer than they naturally were. Knowing how good she looked, she had strutted round the console room as the Doctor fiddled with the many dials, levers and buttons of the TARDIS. She even leant against the barrier around the console, resting her legs on the console itself, showing just how long her legs were. The Doctor, however, simply asked to make sure she didn’t accidentally kick the stabilizers.
River watched as the red head huffily retreated along the corridor to her room, her eyes wandering appreciatively over her lean frame until Amy was out of sight.
“What’s wrong with her?” asked the Doctor, as oblivious as ever to yet another companion’s attraction to him.
“Huh?” asked River, turning to face him. She knew he had said something, but had been rather too wrapped up in her own thoughts to listen.
The Doctor shook his head and went back to his fiddling. No doubt River would team up with Amy as per usual, defending any mood she went under the excuse of being allowed on account of her gender, and having to suffer travelling with him.
*
It moved from tight jeans, to tight jeans with accompanying tight, low cut top. River watched as Amy waltzed past where she was buried to the waist behind some panel of the TARDIS, trying to sort out whatever the Doctor had done to its circuitry.
“Where’s the Doctor?” Amy asked, having done a lap of the console room and now feeling slightly disappointed.
River looked up and tried to form a coherent answer, while also trying to keep her eyes only on Amy’s face.
“I’m under here!” came the reply from the Doctor, saving her from doing anything but offering a tight smile and quickly pretending she was intently working on her circuitry, and not slowly losing her senses as Amy strolled round to the source of the Doctor’s voice, her hips swaying far more than was necessary. River was glad she was no longer under the console to see the effect of that low cut top as Amy bent to talk to the Doctor. From her current position, however, she did have a rather splendid view of Amy’s rather splendid rear as she bent over in those tight fitting jeans. Shaking her head as if it would do something to shift the rather lascivious thoughts that had been creeping in, she forced herself further behind the panel, where she could no longer see Amy…until she appeared on the other side of the panel directly in front of him. “What one is the laser spanner?” she asked, holding up the Doctor’s tool bag.
River frowned. “Did he get it back?” She reached forward and pawed through the contents of the bag, retrieving the tool. “Hmm, must have done.” She held it out to Amy, who took it, looking at it oddly as she wandered back towards the Doctor, unaware of a set of appreciative eyes watching her.
*
From then, Amy gave up on the tight jeans, and moved into the realm of short skirts, which although may have failed to arouse the Doctor’s notice, did not get past another current occupant of the TARDIS. One, wild hearted, wild haired blonde, who was now cursing the Doctor for having finished updating the TARDIS systems. Now she had nothing to hide behind of pretend she was interested in. Leaning casually back against the console, Amy was asking the Doctor where they were going, and if what she was wearing would be fine. An obvious attempt to draw his attention to what she was wearing; currently a snug fitting patterned vest top and an equally snug fitting short denim skirt, with leggings underneath, which showed the exact contours of her shapely legs.
A very pretty outfit by River’s standards, but not one which registered as appealing on the Doctor’s radar. River had learned that unless an outfit was completely ridiculous, then he would fail to notice. Such as wearing three inch heels and a cocktail dress during a Sontarin invasion. Those sorts of things he would notice…sometimes.
“Why don’t you open the door and find out?” said the Doctor, never removing his eyes from the screen on the console.
Amy stomped her way towards the door, which she threw open and proceeded to step outside. When she didn’t immediately return, the Doctor finally looked up. “Must be fine.” And with that he proceeded to follow her with that little excited run that he had these days. He popped his head back round the door a minute later. “Coming River?”
“In a minute,” she told him, forcing a tight smile. She needed a minute to try and do a quick tidy-up of the gutter that was her mind at the moment.
*
The denim skirt and the leggings was one thing, but when it went to just the skirt. And a shorter one at that, if River wasn’t mistaken. And she wasn’t. It had been getting more and more difficult for River to keep a lid on her wandering mind, and almost on one occasion, her wandering hands.
“Can we go somewhere warm, Doctor?” asked Amy brightly. She still hadn’t given up her obvious attempts to draw the Doctor’s attention to her wardrobe. And she was still completely oblivious to the fact that she didn’t even have to try to draw a certain blonde’s attention to her wardrobe, or the rather attractive body that filled the clothes. “Barcelona, maybe?”
“Great museums in Barcelona,” grinned the Doctor. “Fabulous suggestion Amy!”
Amy, however, no longer thought it was such a good suggestion. On hearing the word museum her previously cheery demeanor had dropped. If the Doctor was trailing around museums, the chance of him sparing a glance for her legs were slim, no matter how long they were.
River saw her displeasure and cursed herself for speaking before thinking. “Indeed. How about we leave the Doctor to go round his dusty museums keeping score and we go and conveniently forget to keep score of how many pairs of shoes we buy?” On one hand, it meant an afternoon, trailing around after Amy, trying to keep her mind on the pure and innocent (something she’d never been very good at) but on the other hand, it would give her a chance to admire more than the architecture of the city, and all without the Doctor watching.
*
River was quite the feminist when she wanted to be, and was normally in full support of the argument that no matter what a girl wore (or didn’t wear) she was not ‘asking for it’. But seriously, Amy in that dress? She was asking for something. And something she didn’t even know she was asking for.
The sheer fabric was almost see through in the bright sunlight, meaning that River knew exactly what colour and pattern Amy’s underwear were. Which was turning out to be a very distracting thought indeed. That and the fact that the bottom of the dress barely covered the curve of the red head's behind. The Doctor, of course, was his usual oblivious self, going off on tangents about anything and everything.
River could see Amy quickly becoming bored with his constant chatter, her eyes wandering around the bright city around them. It had been her suggestion to come to Argentina, always having been a fan of vibrancy of the city, especially the older parts, where bands still played in the street, filling the air with the intensely passionate sounds of tango music. River had always been able to lose herself here, literally and metaphorically. There was something so carefree about the place which appealed to her, and the open sexuality which seemed to bring the place alive wasn’t exactly unwelcome.
She felt a hand on her hip and turned to face its owner; a tall man with smooth tanned skin, and a lot of it on show. “Dance?” he asked, a glint in his eye. She turned on her trademark smirk, and as tempted as she was, politely declined. The sexual tension within her was looking for an excuse to relieve itself, and she didn’t quite trust herself to have that much skin on skin contact with the man, especially when it wasn’t him the tension was as a result of. As she turned back to where the Doctor and Amy had been walking, she saw Amy standing open mouthed looking at her, and no sign of the Doctor himself.
“Did he just ask you to dance?” she asked as River caught up to her.
River nodded. “Yes, why?”
Amy shook her head. “No reason.” Then after a few more steps. “Can you?”
“Can I what?” asked River, keeping her gaze forward, trying to distract herself from the nearness of the red head. She hated herself for not being more in control. It had been years since she had acted like such a horny teenager.
“Dance,” Amy clarified. “Like they can?”
River chuckled. “I’ve been here quite a few times. It’s only right I should have learned.” She turned to glance at Amy, who was wearing that slack jawed look of wonder again. Glancing around for the Doctor and deciding that if she was alone with Amy, she was going to have some fun with it, she impulsively grabbed her hand and dragged her closer to one of the small bands playing along the length of the street. Stepping behind Amy, she pressed her front against Amy’s back, using her hips to guide the red head into the rhythm. She entwined Amy’s fingers with her own, tugging her arms up and into the dance. “Didn’t quite believe me, did you?” she grinned, whispering into the red head’s ear.
What surprised her, was that Amy didn’t pull away, didn’t even try to. Instead, she quickly matched River’s movements, pleasantly surprising the blonde. Gaining confidence that Amy would play along, River used her feet to nudge Amy’s feet a little further apart before demonstrating that she also knew some of the slightly trickier moves that made up the Argentinean Tango. Quickly entwining and un-entwining their legs in a series of small flicks which left the younger woman staring in amazement. Coming to stand in front of Amy, River carefully took her in the proper hold, once more getting her to move in proper time with the rhythm. She moved her feet slowly, pleased when after a few glances at other couples to see what she was meant to be doing, Amy matched her steps. Still acting as her guide, River made her movements a little quicker, grinning when Amy matched them. She looked up to watch the younger woman’s face as she dance, the look of intense concentration. Concentration which River was fighting the temptation to break. She bit her lip, telling herself to behave, when suddenly Amy mis-stepped slightly, her leg landing between River’s, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
All hopes of her behaving herself quickly melted away and as Amy corrected her steps, she lowered daring lips to the smooth pale skin of her neck, causing Amy to gasp and lose her footing completely. Amber eyes shot up to meet her own, and held her gaze as she once again started to follow River’s steps, slow once more. Grinning, River suddenly spun Amy away from her, and then quickly pulled her back against her, so that their bodies were flush against each other once more, and their lips were barely an inch apart.
It was an invitation Amy found she couldn’t refuse. Her hopes of the Doctor noticing had long since been forgotten, replaced instead by an overwhelming fire towards the blonde in front of her. She had never imagined River was capable of such sensual movement, nor quite so skilled when it came to dancing. She lowered her lips against the softest lips she had ever felt, feeling her body react automatically to River’s movements so that all she had to think about was the kiss. And god was it a kiss. Amy quickly learned that River also had other skills. Skills that involved her tongue, teeth and lips.
Pulling back due to an urgent need to breathe only, Amy found herself looking directly into green eyes darkened with lust, and felt a thrill that she could inspire that in the blonde. “You’re not the Doctor’s wife are you?”
River chuckled, and Amy felt the vibrations through her own body, setting her alight. “He’s not really my type.” She paused, that smirk back on her face. “And sweetie, just to tell you. It wouldn’t matter supposing you danced naked through the TARDIS, the Doctor would never notice you in that way. I on the other hand…”
Not sure where exactly this came from, my muse seems to be in quite an odd mood to say the least, but anyway...
First she tried the tight fitting jeans which she knew made her legs look even longer than they naturally were. Knowing how good she looked, she had strutted round the console room as the Doctor fiddled with the many dials, levers and buttons of the TARDIS. She even leant against the barrier around the console, resting her legs on the console itself, showing just how long her legs were. The Doctor, however, simply asked to make sure she didn’t accidentally kick the stabilizers.
River watched as the red head huffily retreated along the corridor to her room, her eyes wandering appreciatively over her lean frame until Amy was out of sight.
“What’s wrong with her?” asked the Doctor, as oblivious as ever to yet another companion’s attraction to him.
“Huh?” asked River, turning to face him. She knew he had said something, but had been rather too wrapped up in her own thoughts to listen.
The Doctor shook his head and went back to his fiddling. No doubt River would team up with Amy as per usual, defending any mood she went under the excuse of being allowed on account of her gender, and having to suffer travelling with him.
*
It moved from tight jeans, to tight jeans with accompanying tight, low cut top. River watched as Amy waltzed past where she was buried to the waist behind some panel of the TARDIS, trying to sort out whatever the Doctor had done to its circuitry.
“Where’s the Doctor?” Amy asked, having done a lap of the console room and now feeling slightly disappointed.
River looked up and tried to form a coherent answer, while also trying to keep her eyes only on Amy’s face.
“I’m under here!” came the reply from the Doctor, saving her from doing anything but offering a tight smile and quickly pretending she was intently working on her circuitry, and not slowly losing her senses as Amy strolled round to the source of the Doctor’s voice, her hips swaying far more than was necessary. River was glad she was no longer under the console to see the effect of that low cut top as Amy bent to talk to the Doctor. From her current position, however, she did have a rather splendid view of Amy’s rather splendid rear as she bent over in those tight fitting jeans. Shaking her head as if it would do something to shift the rather lascivious thoughts that had been creeping in, she forced herself further behind the panel, where she could no longer see Amy…until she appeared on the other side of the panel directly in front of him. “What one is the laser spanner?” she asked, holding up the Doctor’s tool bag.
River frowned. “Did he get it back?” She reached forward and pawed through the contents of the bag, retrieving the tool. “Hmm, must have done.” She held it out to Amy, who took it, looking at it oddly as she wandered back towards the Doctor, unaware of a set of appreciative eyes watching her.
*
From then, Amy gave up on the tight jeans, and moved into the realm of short skirts, which although may have failed to arouse the Doctor’s notice, did not get past another current occupant of the TARDIS. One, wild hearted, wild haired blonde, who was now cursing the Doctor for having finished updating the TARDIS systems. Now she had nothing to hide behind of pretend she was interested in. Leaning casually back against the console, Amy was asking the Doctor where they were going, and if what she was wearing would be fine. An obvious attempt to draw his attention to what she was wearing; currently a snug fitting patterned vest top and an equally snug fitting short denim skirt, with leggings underneath, which showed the exact contours of her shapely legs.
A very pretty outfit by River’s standards, but not one which registered as appealing on the Doctor’s radar. River had learned that unless an outfit was completely ridiculous, then he would fail to notice. Such as wearing three inch heels and a cocktail dress during a Sontarin invasion. Those sorts of things he would notice…sometimes.
“Why don’t you open the door and find out?” said the Doctor, never removing his eyes from the screen on the console.
Amy stomped her way towards the door, which she threw open and proceeded to step outside. When she didn’t immediately return, the Doctor finally looked up. “Must be fine.” And with that he proceeded to follow her with that little excited run that he had these days. He popped his head back round the door a minute later. “Coming River?”
“In a minute,” she told him, forcing a tight smile. She needed a minute to try and do a quick tidy-up of the gutter that was her mind at the moment.
*
The denim skirt and the leggings was one thing, but when it went to just the skirt. And a shorter one at that, if River wasn’t mistaken. And she wasn’t. It had been getting more and more difficult for River to keep a lid on her wandering mind, and almost on one occasion, her wandering hands.
“Can we go somewhere warm, Doctor?” asked Amy brightly. She still hadn’t given up her obvious attempts to draw the Doctor’s attention to her wardrobe. And she was still completely oblivious to the fact that she didn’t even have to try to draw a certain blonde’s attention to her wardrobe, or the rather attractive body that filled the clothes. “Barcelona, maybe?”
“Great museums in Barcelona,” grinned the Doctor. “Fabulous suggestion Amy!”
Amy, however, no longer thought it was such a good suggestion. On hearing the word museum her previously cheery demeanor had dropped. If the Doctor was trailing around museums, the chance of him sparing a glance for her legs were slim, no matter how long they were.
River saw her displeasure and cursed herself for speaking before thinking. “Indeed. How about we leave the Doctor to go round his dusty museums keeping score and we go and conveniently forget to keep score of how many pairs of shoes we buy?” On one hand, it meant an afternoon, trailing around after Amy, trying to keep her mind on the pure and innocent (something she’d never been very good at) but on the other hand, it would give her a chance to admire more than the architecture of the city, and all without the Doctor watching.
*
River was quite the feminist when she wanted to be, and was normally in full support of the argument that no matter what a girl wore (or didn’t wear) she was not ‘asking for it’. But seriously, Amy in that dress? She was asking for something. And something she didn’t even know she was asking for.
The sheer fabric was almost see through in the bright sunlight, meaning that River knew exactly what colour and pattern Amy’s underwear were. Which was turning out to be a very distracting thought indeed. That and the fact that the bottom of the dress barely covered the curve of the red head's behind. The Doctor, of course, was his usual oblivious self, going off on tangents about anything and everything.
River could see Amy quickly becoming bored with his constant chatter, her eyes wandering around the bright city around them. It had been her suggestion to come to Argentina, always having been a fan of vibrancy of the city, especially the older parts, where bands still played in the street, filling the air with the intensely passionate sounds of tango music. River had always been able to lose herself here, literally and metaphorically. There was something so carefree about the place which appealed to her, and the open sexuality which seemed to bring the place alive wasn’t exactly unwelcome.
She felt a hand on her hip and turned to face its owner; a tall man with smooth tanned skin, and a lot of it on show. “Dance?” he asked, a glint in his eye. She turned on her trademark smirk, and as tempted as she was, politely declined. The sexual tension within her was looking for an excuse to relieve itself, and she didn’t quite trust herself to have that much skin on skin contact with the man, especially when it wasn’t him the tension was as a result of. As she turned back to where the Doctor and Amy had been walking, she saw Amy standing open mouthed looking at her, and no sign of the Doctor himself.
“Did he just ask you to dance?” she asked as River caught up to her.
River nodded. “Yes, why?”
Amy shook her head. “No reason.” Then after a few more steps. “Can you?”
“Can I what?” asked River, keeping her gaze forward, trying to distract herself from the nearness of the red head. She hated herself for not being more in control. It had been years since she had acted like such a horny teenager.
“Dance,” Amy clarified. “Like they can?”
River chuckled. “I’ve been here quite a few times. It’s only right I should have learned.” She turned to glance at Amy, who was wearing that slack jawed look of wonder again. Glancing around for the Doctor and deciding that if she was alone with Amy, she was going to have some fun with it, she impulsively grabbed her hand and dragged her closer to one of the small bands playing along the length of the street. Stepping behind Amy, she pressed her front against Amy’s back, using her hips to guide the red head into the rhythm. She entwined Amy’s fingers with her own, tugging her arms up and into the dance. “Didn’t quite believe me, did you?” she grinned, whispering into the red head’s ear.
What surprised her, was that Amy didn’t pull away, didn’t even try to. Instead, she quickly matched River’s movements, pleasantly surprising the blonde. Gaining confidence that Amy would play along, River used her feet to nudge Amy’s feet a little further apart before demonstrating that she also knew some of the slightly trickier moves that made up the Argentinean Tango. Quickly entwining and un-entwining their legs in a series of small flicks which left the younger woman staring in amazement. Coming to stand in front of Amy, River carefully took her in the proper hold, once more getting her to move in proper time with the rhythm. She moved her feet slowly, pleased when after a few glances at other couples to see what she was meant to be doing, Amy matched her steps. Still acting as her guide, River made her movements a little quicker, grinning when Amy matched them. She looked up to watch the younger woman’s face as she dance, the look of intense concentration. Concentration which River was fighting the temptation to break. She bit her lip, telling herself to behave, when suddenly Amy mis-stepped slightly, her leg landing between River’s, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
All hopes of her behaving herself quickly melted away and as Amy corrected her steps, she lowered daring lips to the smooth pale skin of her neck, causing Amy to gasp and lose her footing completely. Amber eyes shot up to meet her own, and held her gaze as she once again started to follow River’s steps, slow once more. Grinning, River suddenly spun Amy away from her, and then quickly pulled her back against her, so that their bodies were flush against each other once more, and their lips were barely an inch apart.
It was an invitation Amy found she couldn’t refuse. Her hopes of the Doctor noticing had long since been forgotten, replaced instead by an overwhelming fire towards the blonde in front of her. She had never imagined River was capable of such sensual movement, nor quite so skilled when it came to dancing. She lowered her lips against the softest lips she had ever felt, feeling her body react automatically to River’s movements so that all she had to think about was the kiss. And god was it a kiss. Amy quickly learned that River also had other skills. Skills that involved her tongue, teeth and lips.
Pulling back due to an urgent need to breathe only, Amy found herself looking directly into green eyes darkened with lust, and felt a thrill that she could inspire that in the blonde. “You’re not the Doctor’s wife are you?”
River chuckled, and Amy felt the vibrations through her own body, setting her alight. “He’s not really my type.” She paused, that smirk back on her face. “And sweetie, just to tell you. It wouldn’t matter supposing you danced naked through the TARDIS, the Doctor would never notice you in that way. I on the other hand…”