Fic: Moth To A Flame (1/1)
Title: Moth To A Flame (1/1)
Author: tardismate
Character/Pairing: Eleven/Amy
Rating: Adult (sorry *hangs head in shame*)
Beta: None
Disclaimer: .Definitely NOT mine, and never will be, since Nine and Ten will always be my Doctors!!!. Was a drabble, but grew somewhat.
Author's Notes: I must apologise. Really, I must. I have committed the ultimate sin - writing Eleven/Amy smut. I swore I never would...but sometimes these things just happen...*slinks away back to corner and mumbles about damn smutty braincells...*
Moth To A Flame
In the shadows, a tall figure stood watching her sleep. Her glorious red hair spread over the white pillow glowing like a cascade of fire even in the half-light, and all he could think of was running his hands through it while pushing deeper and deeper inside her, wanting to hear her whimper and moan.
It had been too long...and he thought he had just wanted the hair; was envious of the ginger-ness of it. But his body told him otherwise.
His impulsiveness took him to her bedside, and before he could stop himself, he pulled back the thin cotton sheet.The thin nightie she wore clung to her shape...and he was lost.
Long fingers drifted softly from her hair, to her neck, to the small buttons holding the two sides of fabric together. he whispered her name almost imperceptibly as he began to undo them slowly, one by one, pausing as his fingers brushed the side of her breast, and gasping as a hand covered his.
Her smile undid him completely, and he was lost in the warmth of her eyes; then as she toppled him onto her, he felt a tight band in his chest ease. Looked like the gentle approach worked.
As he thrust into her for the first time, he wrapped his hands in the fiery silk of her hair, buried his face in it and whispered in her ear in time with his movement,
"Mine. Mine"
A tear slipped from Amy's eye and trickled down her cheek as she wondered whether it was just her hair he wanted, or did he actually want her too.
Maybe time would tell.