"An Officer and A Gentle-Roman" (Doctor Who, Amy/Rory)
Title: An Officer and A Gentle-Roman
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A piece originally written for kink bingo 2011 for ' dressup + blades' prompt.
Warnings: explicit m/f sex
"Are you ready yet?" Amy called into the bedroom.
"No, no not yet," Rory replied.
"Hurry up! I was ready ages ago!"
Amy was standing in the hallway outside the door. Inside Rory Pond was getting dressed, and he was taking a bloody long time about it.
"Yes, but you are used to putting on all sorts of costumes in a hurry!"
Amy shrugged. He did have a point there, her job as a kissogram had made the ability to quickly change clothes one of her many talents. She had gotten changed in the bathroom. Rory had asked for teh police uniform again, she was pretty sure it was his favourite.
She was finding it rather old news though. She need to find something else to catch his interest. She was thinking Princess Leia from Star Wars would be a good way to go, that slave girl outfit was sure to get Rory's pulse racing. Maybe she could get him to wear a Han Solo costume and stage a rescue. once he saved her she'd be ever so grateful.
Amy imagined him in those tight trousers, taking his cock out, pushing aside those golden bikini bottoms and...
"Okay! Ready!" Rory called, bringing his wife out of her little daydream. Amy smoothed her short skirt down one last time and went into the bedroom.
Rory was wearing his Roman outfit. "Hi," he said and waved.
"Hello centurion," Amy purred, her eyes fell to the sword at the left side of his waist. "Oh my you have a sword, does this mean I'm at your mercy?" She fluttered her eyelashes and met his eye.
It took him just a moment to catch on to her look. "Yes! Definitely!" Rory drew the sword and held it in front of him, pointing it at Amy is a vaguely threatening sort of way.
Amy always did love a Roman and her Rory dressed as one was very very tasty. "Oh whatever will you do to me?"
"Whatever I want," Rory said , letting some of the steel, the strength that had kept hims going as he waited for her for two thousand years, into his voice.
Amy smiled. The costume brought out the noble and brave side of her beautiful man. It was like while he was earing the armour he was invincible, there was nothing he wouldn't and couldn't do for her.
"And what if I refuse?"
"I have a sword."
"Mmm yes you do."
"So you better do what I say."
"Well then, tell me what do tell me what to do," Amy licked her lips, running her finger along the collar of her white shirt, giving him her very best sexy eyes.
"Bend over the bed."
"As you command centurion," Amy sauntered over to the bed and bent over it, short skirt riding up as she did, to reveal the tops of her stocking and the straps that led up to her garter belt.
Rory gulp and stared at his wife. He felt a rush of blood to his crotch as his cock started to harden. He stepped towards her, and used the tip of the sword to push up the back of Amy's skirt, slowly exposing more and more of the back of her thighs.
He made the wonderful discovery that she wasn't wearing any underwear which brought a smile to his face. Amy was sexy, and even more so when she put effort into it. Right now she was oozing sex. He loved her and god she turned him on. He moved closer, using her free hand to bunch up her skirt at her waist.
"All yours soldier boy," Amy said, rolling her hips back and forth and arching her back, displaying herself to him.
Rory took the hint. He pulled down, and with a bit of a fumble due to trying to keep his balance and hold onto the sword at the same time, stepped out of his boxers. He took his hard cock out between the strips of leather that formed the skirt of his outfit. He teased the lips of her pussy with the head of it until Amy's insistent thrusts with her hips became too much to resist.
Amy moaned as he entered her, his hard cock enveloped by her hot welcoming cunt. He loved the feel of her. Warm and tight. And that sound she made as he slid inside, so full of love and lust was heavenly.
Once all the way inside he reversed direction then drove forward again, relishing the feel of her and her gorgeous noises. They got faster, more urgent.
Rory the Roman Centurion fucked Amy the Police Officer.
The boy who waited made love to the girl who waited.
He dropped the sword, holding onto her hips with both hands holding on for dear life. Amy clenched the bed sheets.
"Oh god oh god I'm going to..."
Amy looked over her shoulder at up. "Harder, yes, harder, cum baby, cum for me, fuck me Rory,"
Rory gripped her hips and thrust harder, letting go of everything and losing himself to the pure pleasure of sex. Amy's left hand went between her legs, middle finger rubbing her clit.
Amy reached climax just a moment before Rory, her pussy quivering as she screamed his name. His cock pumped, spurting his load.
After a few moments to recover Rory withdrew. Amy rolled onto her back and looked up at him. She grinned at him. She spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening with the mix of their juices.
"That was..." He said.
"Yes it was," Amy agreed. She started unbuttoning her shirt. "Now come here husband, I'm not finished with you."
Rory didn't need to be told twice.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A piece originally written for kink bingo 2011 for ' dressup + blades' prompt.
Warnings: explicit m/f sex
"Are you ready yet?" Amy called into the bedroom.
"No, no not yet," Rory replied.
"Hurry up! I was ready ages ago!"
Amy was standing in the hallway outside the door. Inside Rory Pond was getting dressed, and he was taking a bloody long time about it.
"Yes, but you are used to putting on all sorts of costumes in a hurry!"
Amy shrugged. He did have a point there, her job as a kissogram had made the ability to quickly change clothes one of her many talents. She had gotten changed in the bathroom. Rory had asked for teh police uniform again, she was pretty sure it was his favourite.
She was finding it rather old news though. She need to find something else to catch his interest. She was thinking Princess Leia from Star Wars would be a good way to go, that slave girl outfit was sure to get Rory's pulse racing. Maybe she could get him to wear a Han Solo costume and stage a rescue. once he saved her she'd be ever so grateful.
Amy imagined him in those tight trousers, taking his cock out, pushing aside those golden bikini bottoms and...
"Okay! Ready!" Rory called, bringing his wife out of her little daydream. Amy smoothed her short skirt down one last time and went into the bedroom.
Rory was wearing his Roman outfit. "Hi," he said and waved.
"Hello centurion," Amy purred, her eyes fell to the sword at the left side of his waist. "Oh my you have a sword, does this mean I'm at your mercy?" She fluttered her eyelashes and met his eye.
It took him just a moment to catch on to her look. "Yes! Definitely!" Rory drew the sword and held it in front of him, pointing it at Amy is a vaguely threatening sort of way.
Amy always did love a Roman and her Rory dressed as one was very very tasty. "Oh whatever will you do to me?"
"Whatever I want," Rory said , letting some of the steel, the strength that had kept hims going as he waited for her for two thousand years, into his voice.
Amy smiled. The costume brought out the noble and brave side of her beautiful man. It was like while he was earing the armour he was invincible, there was nothing he wouldn't and couldn't do for her.
"And what if I refuse?"
"I have a sword."
"Mmm yes you do."
"So you better do what I say."
"Well then, tell me what do tell me what to do," Amy licked her lips, running her finger along the collar of her white shirt, giving him her very best sexy eyes.
"Bend over the bed."
"As you command centurion," Amy sauntered over to the bed and bent over it, short skirt riding up as she did, to reveal the tops of her stocking and the straps that led up to her garter belt.
Rory gulp and stared at his wife. He felt a rush of blood to his crotch as his cock started to harden. He stepped towards her, and used the tip of the sword to push up the back of Amy's skirt, slowly exposing more and more of the back of her thighs.
He made the wonderful discovery that she wasn't wearing any underwear which brought a smile to his face. Amy was sexy, and even more so when she put effort into it. Right now she was oozing sex. He loved her and god she turned him on. He moved closer, using her free hand to bunch up her skirt at her waist.
"All yours soldier boy," Amy said, rolling her hips back and forth and arching her back, displaying herself to him.
Rory took the hint. He pulled down, and with a bit of a fumble due to trying to keep his balance and hold onto the sword at the same time, stepped out of his boxers. He took his hard cock out between the strips of leather that formed the skirt of his outfit. He teased the lips of her pussy with the head of it until Amy's insistent thrusts with her hips became too much to resist.
Amy moaned as he entered her, his hard cock enveloped by her hot welcoming cunt. He loved the feel of her. Warm and tight. And that sound she made as he slid inside, so full of love and lust was heavenly.
Once all the way inside he reversed direction then drove forward again, relishing the feel of her and her gorgeous noises. They got faster, more urgent.
Rory the Roman Centurion fucked Amy the Police Officer.
The boy who waited made love to the girl who waited.
He dropped the sword, holding onto her hips with both hands holding on for dear life. Amy clenched the bed sheets.
"Oh god oh god I'm going to..."
Amy looked over her shoulder at up. "Harder, yes, harder, cum baby, cum for me, fuck me Rory,"
Rory gripped her hips and thrust harder, letting go of everything and losing himself to the pure pleasure of sex. Amy's left hand went between her legs, middle finger rubbing her clit.
Amy reached climax just a moment before Rory, her pussy quivering as she screamed his name. His cock pumped, spurting his load.
After a few moments to recover Rory withdrew. Amy rolled onto her back and looked up at him. She grinned at him. She spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening with the mix of their juices.
"That was..." He said.
"Yes it was," Amy agreed. She started unbuttoning her shirt. "Now come here husband, I'm not finished with you."
Rory didn't need to be told twice.