Never Let You Go (1/1)
Title: Never Let You Go (1/1)
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1, 106
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Amy Pond, Rory Williams.
Ships: Amy/Rory
Notes: Just badly written porn.
Summary: Rory proves himself once again as being good enough for Amy.
Amy never wanted to believe that Rory was not the man for her. She was told by so many of her friends and family that he was worthless, that his job was of poor-pay and not the typical ‘male occupation’. But Amy could overlook so many of the little things, and Rory was the one that she had always loved. From the moment she saw him when they were little children; she knew that she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. There was something in his sincere brown eyes that made her want to stay in his arms for hours on end, saying absolutely nothing.
“I don’t really understand, Amelia,” her aunt replied one day at the breakfast table, not even looking up from behind her newspaper. “What exactly is his occupation?”
“He’s a nurse,” Amy braced herself.
“Now what sort of a job is that?” Her aunt replied coldly.
“It’s fine!” Amy said insistently. “He makes a steady pay check, and so do I, so we’d like to move in together!”
“Amelia, you mustn’t sell yourself short. Think of what your parents would have wanted, think of-“
“Well, I can’t,” Amy said through gritted teeth. “Because they’re not here, now, are they?”
“Oh, don’t be so childish,” she scoffed.
“Childish? How am I being childish? I want to move in with Rory, he asked me to marry him and I’m going to do it whether you like him or not. I like him, and that’s bloody well good enough for me! And if you’d even take the time to really get to know him, you’d see for yourself that he’s the best for me,” Amy retorted defiantly.
Amy always thought that she was truly the lucky one, being with Rory, however often many people insisted that he was, indeed, lucky to have her. He could just look at her a certain way, and she felt her whole body mold entirely into his, forming something that the other couldn’t even put their finger on. The best feeling was waking up in the morning, feeling his warm, protective hands around her stomach, and his soft breathing fluttering her hair. She’d lean back and kiss him, and his eyes would pop open, and he’d flash back a toothy grin.
“I’ll never leave you, Amy,” Rory told her one morning. “I couldn’t imagine not being with you.”
“I’d never leave you either, Rory,” she responded with a gentle kiss.
“I will always provide for you, I know I may not have the best job but-“
Amy interrupted him with another kiss, “Babe, don’t even worry about it. Your job is fine, everyone just thinks that we’re not really right, but they don’t even know how I feel about you.”
“But, Amy, I’m just me, I’m plain Rory. There is nothing special about me whatsoever, I have a minimum wage job, and a shitty flat, I have nothing worth of value to you,” Rory explained honestly.
“But I don’t even care,” Amy replied with a smile. “Because I love you, I do, I wouldn’t agree to be your wife if I really didn’t love you.”
“I just don’t want you to settle for me,” Rory told her. “You could have a whole new life, you could. You don’t have to stay in this po-dunk town for the rest of your life with me.”
“Rory, I wouldn’t go anywhere without you,” Amy said with a sort of tone in her voice that declared the matter a dead issue.
Rory rolled on top of Amy, her legs on either side of his, and he began to kiss her deeply. Rory’s kisses were needy and strong, his lips moved with hers in a set and stone pattern. They knew each other’s bodies by heart, the kissing had began at eight, the sexual things began around when Amy was sixteen, and she hadn’t regretted one day since. His hands moved beneath her shirt, feeling her perky breasts and pulling on a taut nipple. Amy moaned into his mouth, tearing at his clothes, desperately wanting to feel skin on skin contact.
His mouth trailed down to her breasts, flicking his tongue across her nipples causing her to gasp. His hands worked their way down to her panties, gingerly pushing them to the side. He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her wetness and warmth.
“Oh, Jesus, Rory,” Amy gasped, tugging at his hair, and struggling to unbutton his pants with her free hand.
Rory reached up and unbuttoned them for her, the fullness of his cock rubbing against her thigh. His fingers slowly encircled her clit, sending chills up and down her spine. She whined and moaned, her hand slowly moving up and down his shaft, begging for him to hurry.
“Please, Rory, I need you,” Amy pleaded.
“I know baby,” Rory responded sensitively against her teeth.
His eased himself inside of her, and groaning at the wetness that he had caused. Amy cried out loudly, her fingernails scraping his back, the tension pulsing through them both. Rory eased into a steady rhythm, keeping his eyes on Amy, and watching her head sink back into the pillows beneath them. Watching her was so beautiful; the feeling of making another human being feel such pleasure was something that Rory had always taken pride in. His speed increased at the request of Amy’s cries, and he buried his face into her neck, feeling the gratification slowly consume him. Amy kissed his neck gently, her whole body moving in time with his. And it was as if nothing else in the world mattered, then them, right there, at that moment in time. Rory rested his hands beneath Amy’s head, feeling more intimate, and this way he could listen to Amy’s soft breathing fill his ears.
“Oh, oh, Rory!” Amy’s chest began to rise and fall with a heavier rhythm, and he knew that she was close.
He wanted to wait for her, each time, to make it count and to make it seem just as special. He felt her tighten around him, and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. Their moans filled the air, their bodies aching and virtually on the edge with desires. They lay there for a brief moment, listening to each other’s hearts beating wildly. Rory shakily began to disengage himself, still trying to leave one hand behind Amy’s fiery head. She laid her head against his chest, and he kissed the top of her head gently.
“I will never leave you, Rory, never ever,” Amy said delicately.
“I love you.”
“And I will always love you more, stupid face.”
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1, 106
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Amy Pond, Rory Williams.
Ships: Amy/Rory
Notes: Just badly written porn.
Summary: Rory proves himself once again as being good enough for Amy.
Amy never wanted to believe that Rory was not the man for her. She was told by so many of her friends and family that he was worthless, that his job was of poor-pay and not the typical ‘male occupation’. But Amy could overlook so many of the little things, and Rory was the one that she had always loved. From the moment she saw him when they were little children; she knew that she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. There was something in his sincere brown eyes that made her want to stay in his arms for hours on end, saying absolutely nothing.
“I don’t really understand, Amelia,” her aunt replied one day at the breakfast table, not even looking up from behind her newspaper. “What exactly is his occupation?”
“He’s a nurse,” Amy braced herself.
“Now what sort of a job is that?” Her aunt replied coldly.
“It’s fine!” Amy said insistently. “He makes a steady pay check, and so do I, so we’d like to move in together!”
“Amelia, you mustn’t sell yourself short. Think of what your parents would have wanted, think of-“
“Well, I can’t,” Amy said through gritted teeth. “Because they’re not here, now, are they?”
“Oh, don’t be so childish,” she scoffed.
“Childish? How am I being childish? I want to move in with Rory, he asked me to marry him and I’m going to do it whether you like him or not. I like him, and that’s bloody well good enough for me! And if you’d even take the time to really get to know him, you’d see for yourself that he’s the best for me,” Amy retorted defiantly.
Amy always thought that she was truly the lucky one, being with Rory, however often many people insisted that he was, indeed, lucky to have her. He could just look at her a certain way, and she felt her whole body mold entirely into his, forming something that the other couldn’t even put their finger on. The best feeling was waking up in the morning, feeling his warm, protective hands around her stomach, and his soft breathing fluttering her hair. She’d lean back and kiss him, and his eyes would pop open, and he’d flash back a toothy grin.
“I’ll never leave you, Amy,” Rory told her one morning. “I couldn’t imagine not being with you.”
“I’d never leave you either, Rory,” she responded with a gentle kiss.
“I will always provide for you, I know I may not have the best job but-“
Amy interrupted him with another kiss, “Babe, don’t even worry about it. Your job is fine, everyone just thinks that we’re not really right, but they don’t even know how I feel about you.”
“But, Amy, I’m just me, I’m plain Rory. There is nothing special about me whatsoever, I have a minimum wage job, and a shitty flat, I have nothing worth of value to you,” Rory explained honestly.
“But I don’t even care,” Amy replied with a smile. “Because I love you, I do, I wouldn’t agree to be your wife if I really didn’t love you.”
“I just don’t want you to settle for me,” Rory told her. “You could have a whole new life, you could. You don’t have to stay in this po-dunk town for the rest of your life with me.”
“Rory, I wouldn’t go anywhere without you,” Amy said with a sort of tone in her voice that declared the matter a dead issue.
Rory rolled on top of Amy, her legs on either side of his, and he began to kiss her deeply. Rory’s kisses were needy and strong, his lips moved with hers in a set and stone pattern. They knew each other’s bodies by heart, the kissing had began at eight, the sexual things began around when Amy was sixteen, and she hadn’t regretted one day since. His hands moved beneath her shirt, feeling her perky breasts and pulling on a taut nipple. Amy moaned into his mouth, tearing at his clothes, desperately wanting to feel skin on skin contact.
His mouth trailed down to her breasts, flicking his tongue across her nipples causing her to gasp. His hands worked their way down to her panties, gingerly pushing them to the side. He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her wetness and warmth.
“Oh, Jesus, Rory,” Amy gasped, tugging at his hair, and struggling to unbutton his pants with her free hand.
Rory reached up and unbuttoned them for her, the fullness of his cock rubbing against her thigh. His fingers slowly encircled her clit, sending chills up and down her spine. She whined and moaned, her hand slowly moving up and down his shaft, begging for him to hurry.
“Please, Rory, I need you,” Amy pleaded.
“I know baby,” Rory responded sensitively against her teeth.
His eased himself inside of her, and groaning at the wetness that he had caused. Amy cried out loudly, her fingernails scraping his back, the tension pulsing through them both. Rory eased into a steady rhythm, keeping his eyes on Amy, and watching her head sink back into the pillows beneath them. Watching her was so beautiful; the feeling of making another human being feel such pleasure was something that Rory had always taken pride in. His speed increased at the request of Amy’s cries, and he buried his face into her neck, feeling the gratification slowly consume him. Amy kissed his neck gently, her whole body moving in time with his. And it was as if nothing else in the world mattered, then them, right there, at that moment in time. Rory rested his hands beneath Amy’s head, feeling more intimate, and this way he could listen to Amy’s soft breathing fill his ears.
“Oh, oh, Rory!” Amy’s chest began to rise and fall with a heavier rhythm, and he knew that she was close.
He wanted to wait for her, each time, to make it count and to make it seem just as special. He felt her tighten around him, and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. Their moans filled the air, their bodies aching and virtually on the edge with desires. They lay there for a brief moment, listening to each other’s hearts beating wildly. Rory shakily began to disengage himself, still trying to leave one hand behind Amy’s fiery head. She laid her head against his chest, and he kissed the top of her head gently.
“I will never leave you, Rory, never ever,” Amy said delicately.
“I love you.”
“And I will always love you more, stupid face.”