Last one
Title: In the music hall…
Author: femme_slash_fan
Rating: PG-13/NC-17?
Pairings/Characters: River/Amy
Length: 346
Warnings: I’m leaving Rory dead… because I’m mean like that.
Spoilers: nope
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
Summary: River distracts Amy from Victorian theatre.
Amy Pond was not too distressed by being stranded in Victorian times. She knew the doctor had a habit of forgetting things and people and she accepted it. What she loved about it was that she was stranded with someone. With River Song. Her River Song. The woman she’d fallen for one day out in a mud-field. She couldn’t help but find the woman’s beauty intoxicating and she no longer made any excuses for it.
River seemed to be discontent wearing a dress, mumbling something about wanting to be a man in Victorian England. She had hatched a plan to cut her hair and dress as she pleased. Amy had stopped her only by tucking the woman’s hair under and allowing her to wear men’s clothing. She didn’t care, she actually found it a little more arousing to be seated with a woman dressed as a man. She adored that River smiled more as a boy, as a man.
They had gone to the Victorian theatre, mainly because River wanted Amy to see something whilst they were stuck there. Amy had settled with her skirt indecently high but as they were alone in their box it didn’t much matter. River had taken advantage of it and moved closer, trailing a slow hand up Amy’s thigh, the girl’s eyes fixed on the stage even as she teased her. Amy had arched with a slight and muffled gasp as River pressed in, seemingly incredibly wet and ready for River. River had slid to her knees and moved between Amy’s shivering thighs, leaning up to kiss her even as her fingers continued to move. Amy had come apart easily under her fingers, her eyes never once leaving the stage. An achievement River was proud of.
Each night they would go to the theatre and each night River would tease and pleasure Amy as she watched the show, seemingly content to be thought of as a slattern or worse. Amy’s hands began to grasp River’s curly hair slowly as became more used to things and more passionate, urging her on.
Author: femme_slash_fan
Rating: PG-13/NC-17?
Pairings/Characters: River/Amy
Length: 346
Warnings: I’m leaving Rory dead… because I’m mean like that.
Spoilers: nope
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
Summary: River distracts Amy from Victorian theatre.
Amy Pond was not too distressed by being stranded in Victorian times. She knew the doctor had a habit of forgetting things and people and she accepted it. What she loved about it was that she was stranded with someone. With River Song. Her River Song. The woman she’d fallen for one day out in a mud-field. She couldn’t help but find the woman’s beauty intoxicating and she no longer made any excuses for it.
River seemed to be discontent wearing a dress, mumbling something about wanting to be a man in Victorian England. She had hatched a plan to cut her hair and dress as she pleased. Amy had stopped her only by tucking the woman’s hair under and allowing her to wear men’s clothing. She didn’t care, she actually found it a little more arousing to be seated with a woman dressed as a man. She adored that River smiled more as a boy, as a man.
They had gone to the Victorian theatre, mainly because River wanted Amy to see something whilst they were stuck there. Amy had settled with her skirt indecently high but as they were alone in their box it didn’t much matter. River had taken advantage of it and moved closer, trailing a slow hand up Amy’s thigh, the girl’s eyes fixed on the stage even as she teased her. Amy had arched with a slight and muffled gasp as River pressed in, seemingly incredibly wet and ready for River. River had slid to her knees and moved between Amy’s shivering thighs, leaning up to kiss her even as her fingers continued to move. Amy had come apart easily under her fingers, her eyes never once leaving the stage. An achievement River was proud of.
Each night they would go to the theatre and each night River would tease and pleasure Amy as she watched the show, seemingly content to be thought of as a slattern or worse. Amy’s hands began to grasp River’s curly hair slowly as became more used to things and more passionate, urging her on.