Smut?
Title: Four Years...
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Amy/River
Rating: NC-17 (I really have no idea how ratings work)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is just for fun
Summary: smutty smutty smut smut (I think...is it?)
River trembled under the young woman’s touch. Could it be that it had really been four years?! Four years since she had been touched like this? Touched in any way at all. Four years spent in Stormcage, in long and quiet isolation. Stormcage, where she had been left only her fantasies. Fantasies and hallucinogenic lipstick. She had to admit that on more than one occasion she had been persuaded to use it on herself, but nothing her mind could produce had effects like Amy’s touch.
She shivered as Amy’s lips traced her hip bone, nipping gently at the olive flesh. River moaned as a hand lightly caressed her inner thigh. She couldn’t cope with much more of this, she was shaking uncontrollably, writhing up to meet the young woman’s touch. ‘Please’, she begged. ‘Please, I can’t…’
‘Shh,’ Amy calmed, her hand lingering at the top of River’s leg. ‘It’s okay,’ the Scottish dialect was doing nothing to ease River’s tension, she had always had a soft spot for accents, ‘I won’t make you wait’. Her lips crushed against the older woman’s with a force that caused an actual groan to escape.
‘Amy, I need…’ River was cut off with a sharp gasp as Amy’s hand found their place between the blonde’s legs. Her stomach muscles flipped and contracted, forcing her body up to press aggressively against the red head’s. River was practically panting and she was groaning with what Amy hoped was pleasure. She grabbed Amy’s hand and slid it underneath the thick waistband of her underwear. Definitely pleasure.
The Scot allowed her fingers to slide a little lower as if she had done this a thousand times before, watching as the blonde’s hands gripped the bar above her head with a strength that turned her knuckles white. Her head was tilting back, gasping for breath as Amy’s mouth crushed against her own. She was writhing against the young woman’s hand, guiding her to where she needed to be touched, grinding with the sense of urgency that she didn’t know she possessed.
‘River,’ the hesitancy in Amy’s voice went by unnoticed by the archaeologist as she struggled with all remaining self control to focus her eyes and mind on those full lips, trying to make sense of the sounds that came from them. ‘I,’ if she was going to say it, she had to say it now. Now while there were distractions. Excuses. Moments to be lost in. ‘I love you.’
Blood drained from the older woman’s stomach with a speed that made her tremble and a pressure that forced her eyes closed and all of her muscles to spasm uncontrollably. She lay quivering as she embraced the last of the pulsations that resonated through her core, before opening her eyes to the nervous looking beauty whose creamy body felt like cool liquid above her own burning skin.
She allowed a moment of silence as she tried to read the eyes of the woman pressed to her, but finding no words to ease the young girl’s silent fears she brought a hand up to the nape of her neck and with another gripping softly around her bare back she brought the red-head in for a slow and reassuring kiss. ‘I have always loved you’.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Amy/River
Rating: NC-17 (I really have no idea how ratings work)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is just for fun
Summary: smutty smutty smut smut (I think...is it?)
River trembled under the young woman’s touch. Could it be that it had really been four years?! Four years since she had been touched like this? Touched in any way at all. Four years spent in Stormcage, in long and quiet isolation. Stormcage, where she had been left only her fantasies. Fantasies and hallucinogenic lipstick. She had to admit that on more than one occasion she had been persuaded to use it on herself, but nothing her mind could produce had effects like Amy’s touch.
She shivered as Amy’s lips traced her hip bone, nipping gently at the olive flesh. River moaned as a hand lightly caressed her inner thigh. She couldn’t cope with much more of this, she was shaking uncontrollably, writhing up to meet the young woman’s touch. ‘Please’, she begged. ‘Please, I can’t…’
‘Shh,’ Amy calmed, her hand lingering at the top of River’s leg. ‘It’s okay,’ the Scottish dialect was doing nothing to ease River’s tension, she had always had a soft spot for accents, ‘I won’t make you wait’. Her lips crushed against the older woman’s with a force that caused an actual groan to escape.
‘Amy, I need…’ River was cut off with a sharp gasp as Amy’s hand found their place between the blonde’s legs. Her stomach muscles flipped and contracted, forcing her body up to press aggressively against the red head’s. River was practically panting and she was groaning with what Amy hoped was pleasure. She grabbed Amy’s hand and slid it underneath the thick waistband of her underwear. Definitely pleasure.
The Scot allowed her fingers to slide a little lower as if she had done this a thousand times before, watching as the blonde’s hands gripped the bar above her head with a strength that turned her knuckles white. Her head was tilting back, gasping for breath as Amy’s mouth crushed against her own. She was writhing against the young woman’s hand, guiding her to where she needed to be touched, grinding with the sense of urgency that she didn’t know she possessed.
‘River,’ the hesitancy in Amy’s voice went by unnoticed by the archaeologist as she struggled with all remaining self control to focus her eyes and mind on those full lips, trying to make sense of the sounds that came from them. ‘I,’ if she was going to say it, she had to say it now. Now while there were distractions. Excuses. Moments to be lost in. ‘I love you.’
Blood drained from the older woman’s stomach with a speed that made her tremble and a pressure that forced her eyes closed and all of her muscles to spasm uncontrollably. She lay quivering as she embraced the last of the pulsations that resonated through her core, before opening her eyes to the nervous looking beauty whose creamy body felt like cool liquid above her own burning skin.
She allowed a moment of silence as she tried to read the eyes of the woman pressed to her, but finding no words to ease the young girl’s silent fears she brought a hand up to the nape of her neck and with another gripping softly around her bare back she brought the red-head in for a slow and reassuring kiss. ‘I have always loved you’.