One Last Fling (Doctor Who)
“You really are sweet Doctor, but I wasn’t suggesting anything quite so long term,” Amy purred before lunging at the Doctor, her lips colliding with his, her hands roaming across his chest, swiftly working at the buttons of his shirt. She was eager and in dire need a good seeing to and the night before her wedding seemed like as good a time as any; and the Doctor seemed like as good a man as any. At least for what she had in mind. “You’re human!” The Doctor bellowed as he fought her kisses, her yelps quickly becoming silence by Amy’s lips. He tried to continue but was once again silenced by Amy’s hands which lowered themselves considerably, grasping onto his crotch and gently massaging the growing instinctive bulge. Gasping at the touch, the Doctor felt his body tingle in a rather bizarre way, one that caused Amy to grin as she pulled her lips away from his, smiling as she finally coerced him. A soft moan escaped ...