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The Night in the Tardis	By : Dawn_223 Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 10121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Night in the Tardis
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If you've ever had a crush on someone you knew you could never have, perhaps you can gain some understanding of who I am. At the tender age of 7 I met a strange man, a handsome older man who wore clothes like my Grandpa, except a lot smarter. He looked around 25, maybe older. Nowadays I’m not sure how old he is. My crush had a thrilling toothy grin, sleek brown hair and a black hole of a stomach, which only seemed to be filled by fish fingers and custard. I know - how the hell did he manage to put the combination together? Even though I had never been one for fish, I tried eating it a few times when I was feeling lonely- especially when another boy rejected me at school.
You could imagine my surprise when I found myself kissing him one night. I had had enough. I couldn't take it anymore. Now I was older, he hadn't aged a wink, there was no excuse. I had to take him while I could, even if that meant we were in his obscure form of transportation, a blue telephone box called a Tardis.
"Amy you can't do this!" the Doctor gasped, trying to push me off him. The sweet scent of old fashioned jacket enticed me all the more. "You're getting married tomorrow!"
Whatever.

My lips latched on to his, tasting every millimetre of cold softness. I was getting married tomorrow. I knew that better than anyone. It was a brilliant excuse if any. Rory would understand, right?
"What about Rory?" The man asked, clamping my shoulders tightly. Taking an opportunistic approach, I held onto him closely, as though that would somehow remove my guilt.
I could keep it a secret… with his help.
"You can just erase my memory or something after, yes?" I asked, as the Doctor took his chance and drew away from me.
"Yes, technically I could. There’s a way to do anything in this place, but do you really want that to happen?” the brown-haired young adult asked, “God, what am I saying? What do you want, Amelia Pond? This is incredibly important. Think. Think hard, like you've never thought before."
Amelia, I scorned. Does he think sounding like my father will put me off?
"I want you." I murmured, tears crawling down my face. "I don't want to marry you or anything, but if I could just have you now, or for one night, I could live happily married. The curiosity is killing me."

"Curiosity?" The Doctor repeated, and he raised his eyebrows impressed. "What exactly... are you curious about?"
He phrased his words carefully, making sure he kept a good arm length away from me, like I was a diseased dog trying to rip his hands off.
Was he seriously asking me the question? He already knew, surely.
I looked deep into those eyes of his, astounded that they were pitiless like a whirlpool. He was trying to read my mind, it was obvious, and he wasn't very good at it either.
It would be easy to make my intentions clear.
The Doctor jumped as my slender cold fingertips gently brushed his crotch, which was rock hard. He wasn't very hard to persuade. I had done my job.
"No!" The Doctor pushed my hand off him, "That's no... bad Amy.. you don't touch there. Bad girl!"
I gave a hearty giggle. "Yes Doctor, I'm bad for you. You drive me mad. You must realize you do this to all your ... friends."
The Doctor laughed, but there were lines of guilt etched into his face. "Well, you see... I must admit you are very pretty, but that's no excuse."
"What is an excuse then, Doctor?" I demanded, and I stepped further towards him. He mirrored me and stepped back in unison, like a dance. "Why don't you let yourself go?"
I snatched at him again, but he jumped away. We were like animals fighting each other, keeping an eye on every move.
"I can't let myself do it, Amy, I can't."
"Why not?" I growled. Could he sound even more like a woman?
Gotcha. I wanted to say. You can't escape now. The Doctor sat down on a stair, looking guiltly here and there, like he was in Church about to confess to some horrible deed.
"I am... very impressionable," He began, twirling his thumbs, "The people I let into my bed often are driven mad... they end up crazier about me than how they were before."
"Oh! Showing off, are you?" I asked.
The Doctor laughed. "Believe me, Amy Pond, when you've lived as long as I have, it doesn't matter if you show off or not. The skills are there. It's like dancing. Even if you haven't done it in a while, your brain remembers it somewhere... and boom."
"Boom!" I repeated, getting giddier by the minute. "Can you 'boom' me, Doctor?"
I laughed hysterically at the horrendous choice of word. There was little reaction on the time lord’s part.
"You're not very romantic, are you?" I asked.
The Doctor smiled amused at me and brought a finger to his nose. "What do you want me to be, Miss Amelia Pond?" he asked, and amazingly, astonishingly, he got up from his seat and started to edge himself my way.
I stood amazingly still, and as he got closer, his voice became weaker, and his lips wandered closer to my ear. "What would you like me to call you? Do you have a favorite nickname, eh? Does Rory call you anything special?"
"Oh my god!" I blurted out. First he was beating around the bush and now this? "You're terribly forward."

"C'mon Miss Pond if you're not going to be forward, what's the point? How will you ever enjoy yourself?"

"You're right." I said. "It's just this is our first time."

The Doctor laughed "First time nonsense. I expected better of you, Amy. If you're going to have a time you never forget, we need to be a little more close and personal, D&M if you know what I mean."

He was right up against my nose now, his lips almost touching mine, but he never bridged the gap. God, his attempt to keep up with modern colloquialisms were terrible. I savoured his unique smell, like electrical wires and cologne.
"Just call me Amy," I whispered, "Nothing else. Just Amy."
The Doctor gave an appearance of approval.

"Ok, Amy." he smiled. It was amazing how good hearted and warm his smile was, even though he was asking me to share my darkest secrets. It was a relief that as a Time Lord he was open and kind. I wanted to melt into him.
"Do you have any other requests? Specifications? Troubleshooting? Warnings? Should I prepare myself to be shot?" He asked in a hurry.
I giggled. "Would you really do anything I asked?" I said.
He nodded. "It would be my absolute pleasure and privilege."
"Thank you" I said, dumbstruck. Now that the possibilities were so endless, I was left wondering what I actually wanted. God damn it, choices were horrible. It was like going to a gourmet restaurant and trying to pick between 10 amazing main courses. I groaned and buried my face in my hands.
"Can I narrow the choices down?" I asked. The Doctor nodded, and placed a hand on my knee.
"Of course, sweetheart. I mean... Amy".

"You can call me pet names if you want.' I rolled my eyes. "Actually... no, I've decided."

"You have? Please do tell, Amy!" The Doctor looked like a boy at Christmas, jumping up and down in glee. I took off my shirt.
"I want you to suffer as I have suffered," I said slowly, trying to talk as I removed my clothes. "I dare you to not do anything at all, until I say."
"Yes, I have done this before." The Doctor said matter of factly "Although I'll admit it's not my favorite game."

"Good, it's not supposed to be." I nodded, and I pushed the Doctor over. Taking on a new persona, I pushed the timid part of myself away, "Don't touch me you freak!"
"Ouch, deary me you have strong hands." the Doctor laughed, and he tried to compose himself. "I bet you give Rory a good- "

"Shut up!" I yelled, and I grabbed the Doctor's hands and dragged him along the floor. "You've been the worse imaginary friend ever so now I declare us no longer imaginary friends!"
Can you blame me? I was never fantastic at improvisation in theatre classes.

"That's deep!" The Doctor grinned "Very clever."

"Shhh!" I hissed. "Stay there. Don't move."

The Doctor stayed very still. I stood over him and took off my bra, ignoring the flush that rose to my cheeks. "I bet you've seen boobs like these before too?"
I let them fall loose in their pale, oddly shaped, unsymmetrical glory.

"Not quite." The Doctor smiled pleasantly "Breasts are like diamonds they are all very pretty and different at the same time….and special just because these are your sacred womanly things!"

"Do you want to touch me?" I asked, and forcing him to stay still I sat over his crotch, "Or should I try something else?"

"You'll have to try harder than that, Amy!" The Doctor laughed, "Although I dare say your lingerie is dashing."

"Oh, you like my clothes, do you?" I asked, and I dangled my bra in front of him. Truth be told, it was one of my more boring ones. He must have been trying to flatter me. "What would you want me to do the most right now, and DON'T LIE!" The Doctor giggled. It was clear he was throughoutly enjoying himself. My suffering wasn't working, it seems.
"Amy, the things I could make you do right now." he said mischievously.
"Answer the question!"

The man took a long look at me and blushed. "No."
I couldn’t believe my eyes.

"Don't be embarrassed! You're the one who's done this, what? A billion times?"

"I know but it's still different with each person. I don't know what you're going to do."

"You're scared?" I gaped, and I laughed. "You can't be the Doctor that drives people mad then."

"How do you know?" The Doctor retorted. "You've never-"

"PROVE IT!" I roared. It echoed all around the Tardis. Thank the Lord it was empty.
The Doctor shuddered. "God, the Tardis probably heard you."

"Do you think I care about what a magic telephone box thinks?" I yelled. "Tell me now or I'll hit you."

"You'll hit me?!" The Doctor gasped.
"That's right, precious!" I let all my weight sink onto his crotch, "then you'll be sorry."

The Time Lord bit his lip. "Don't judge me, that's all I'm asking. A Time Lord can sometimes... OUCH."
I slapped the Doctor around the face. His eyes were watering.
"Fine." he murmured, and he took a deep breath, "I want you to..."

He moved his mouth but no sound came out.
"What?" I asked. "Speak louder or I'll hit you again."

"I want you to ... me."

I slapped him across the face again.
"I WANT YOU TO BRUISE ME!' he screamed, and his teeth bared in the most terrifying way.
"What?" I asked, shocked. I was expecting something else, but not that.
"I want you to hurt me," he repeated, "beat me, whip me, despise me... whatever it takes for you to leave a mark."

"I already slapped you twice." I said, disappointed.
"No, slapping isn't good enough!" he said loudly, "No, it's not the pain I want. I want you to leave as many blemishes on me as you can. The agony isn't the point... I want to remember every experience I have, and if you can leave a mark, that is good enough for me."

"But you can just use regeneration power to heal it back." I pointed out.
“That’s kind of the point.” The Doctor explained. "As long as I have this body, with any luck, some permanent damage will occur."

I lay down on the Doctor, my boobs pressing into his shirt and I kissed his cold lips as sweetly as I could.
"You're weird." I said.
The Doctor smiled. "I know, darling. Doesn't that make it more fun?"
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