A/N- SORRY! sorry sorry sorry. I take it from the couple of angry reviews that you guys are mad I left it so late. I'm sorry- life's been a bit hectic lately but I won't give you all my excuses that you probably won't like. What did you all think of the ending though? I loved it! The Doctor looked pretty delectable in his wedding outfit at the end!

Anyway, on with the story. It's rated M for a reason- you'll see why in this chapter! I may do a short epilogue after this but I can't decide.

Enjoy :)

Disclaimer- I do not own Doctor Who. Though I do own Matt Smith and David Tennant, funnily enough.

Rory jumped away from the girl beneath him as if her skin had suddenly burned him.

'What did you just say?' he whispered.

Only he didn't need to ask, he had heard it loud and clear. She hadn't been moaning for him at all, she had been moaning for that damn Doctor that had taken over her life. And now his heart was pounding furiously in his chest and he couldn't bring himself to look at the woman he loved. The woman who was irrevocably breaking his heart.

He heard her shift on the bed and her feet hit the floor as she stepped towards him. His eyes were trained on the ground but every shuffle or movement she made seemed amplified to him and as he heard her approach him, he quickly moved away.

'Rory...I'm so... so sorry,' she pleaded. He could hear the tears welling up from her voice and his heart panged in longing. All he wished was to hold her and make her tears stop. But he had to look out for himself for once and things would never work like they were.

Rory sighed. And finally, he looked up into those eyes that he had cherished.

'Just...don't Amy. You know...all I wanted was a life with you. But the Doctor has always controlled your life, hasn't he? I just wish you'd let me go sooner and saved me a life filled with heartache. I really...I really loved you Amy'. Rory's voice cracked as he told her he loved her and he spun around on the spot to hide the tears that were coming.

He distracted himself from his hectic thoughts by quickly throwing on his previously discarded clothes.

He heard a sob come from behind him and didn't move away when he felt Amy's slender arms wrap around him from behind, encircling his waist. They stood like that for a while. Though they both knew they could never get back what they might have once had, they clung onto that shred of comfort found in the embrace.

Amy was crying into Rory's back, pressing her tear stained face against his body in a desperate manner. This wasn't what she had wanted to happen. She really had tried to forget about the Doctor. Maybe she hadn't tried hard enough. Maybe she should have left the TARDIS a long time ago. Maybe she had been waiting for something on the TARDIS. Something that had never seemed to come. All she knew for sure was that now she had lost Rory; the one man who had truly adored her, however she may have treated him. And she knew she would miss him when he was gone.

She breathed deeply and choked back another sob when she realised how much she would miss his familiar scent. It smelt like home. She pressed her forehead against his back.

'I love you' she said softly.

Rory bit his cheek and breathed deeply. He couldn't take this anymore. He had stuck around too long. It was pathetic how he had waited for her when she had never been his. She had always been waiting for another.

He wouldn't wait for her anymore.

'I don't believe that Amy,' he said, unwrapping her arms gently from around his waist. 'Maybe you think you do. But I don't think you ever have. Not really.'

Stepping away from her he bowed his head with a sigh. He still couldn't bring himself to look at Amy. Hearing her sniffle behind him and having to ignore her was too difficult for words, but he knew he would plead and beg and cry if he so much as looked into those big doe eyes.

'I have to go now Amy. I hope we can see each other again someday.' His words had meaning, but he doubted he would see her again. And he wasn't sure he could handle it if she suddenly showed up on his doorstep in a few weeks. He would cave in and the process would begin again.

Rory walked towards the door, picking up his still unpacked bag on the way. With his hand on the doorknob he turned his head to look at the ground behind his shoulder, not being able to bring himself to talk directly to her.

'I'll find another way home...I don't think I can get in the TARDIS again right now-' he started, but she cut him off before he could finish his words.

'Don't be stupid Rory. We'll take you home. You don't have to talk to...anyone,' stumbled Amy. She knew that Rory had probably sensed her feelings for the Doctor and with the way this whole situation had turned out, she didn't know if it was such a wise idea for the two to be in the same room. She had seen Rory punch a guy before, someone who was making fun of her obsession with space and 'make believe'. Though he looked weedy, Rory packed a mean left hook.

Rory smiled at her feeble attempts.

'Not good enough Amy. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself.' Stepping out of the room, Rory had one last though and paused before he left. 'Don't do anything stupid,' he ordered.

And then he was gone. And Amy was left alone on the bed they had been about to make love on moments before.

Sinking into the pillows, she turned her face into them and cried.

It can't have been long since Amy had drifted off to sleep. One hour, maybe two. She didn't know. But it didn't feel like long. Though it was dark outside, a sure sign that time had indeed passed, it seemed too soon for Amy to be awake. And perhaps she would not have woken were it not for the insistent knocking on the door to her room.

Furrowing her eyebrows she tried to ignore the sound. But it didn't stop. Whoever was on the other side was clearly not going to give up.

Opening her eyes was difficult, her lashes were stuck together in a difficult mixture of mascara and tears. Settling for them being half open, Amy stumbled out of bed in the dark, feeling the walls along her way for some kind of light switch but upon finding none settled for using the moonlight seeping through the windows.

Turning the doorknob, the knocking ceased with the noise of the door clicking.

She hadn't even opened it fully when the door was pushed for her and a figure burst in, sweeping past her and moving to the middle of the room, leaving Amy standing in the doorway, confused and frustrated.

Of course it was the Doctor. He could never seem to leave her life in peace.

'Right!' he started, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. 'Let's do something because I am absolutely bored out of my mind.'

Spinning to look at Amy, the Doctor frowned and took a step towards her.

'Amy, what's wrong? Where's Rory?' he asked.

Amy thought for a second. This was all the Doctor's fault. But she couldn't bring herself to be angry at him at the moment. She couldn't really bring herself to do anything at the moment. So instead she just shrugged and said 'Gone'.

'Gone, what do you mean gone? Where has he gone? To the bar? Shall we join him?'

She couldn't stand the questions. Why did he have to ask so many anyway? Question, question, question. Amy wasn't awake enough for this and it was making her head hurt. He woke her up and now he wouldn't shut up? So she snapped at him.

'You don't have to have the answer to everything Doctor. The whole universe isn't going to explode if you just wait a few seconds before you know the answer to something. For God's Sake!'

Amy put her head in her hands and groaned. She probably shouldn't be over-reacting, she knew what he was like. But now wasn't the best time for his questions. She was an emotional wreck.

'Amy, what's wrong? Has something happened? Where did Rory go?'

Still with the questions. When the Doctor wanted to know something, he didn't let up. Which was probably why he knew so much. Amy sighed again and looked up at the man invading her room.

'He's gone. Just...gone. Gone as in gone back to God knows where. Gone as in gone away from here. Away from me and you and the TARDIS and everything'.

She stood in the doorway, feeling slightly nauseous from saying the words out loud. He really had gone. She had half expected him to come back. He didn't know much French and she didn't know how on earth he would get back home, but it seemed he was set on leaving and there was now only one annoying man in her room. Except he didn't seem to be leaving. He did look like he was struggling with something though.

'I'm sorry' he said finally. Amy just shrugged. She didn't really want to hear it. He could be sorry all he wanted but that wouldn't change the fact that she now officially had no-one. It was strange having such a big part of her life so suddenly taken away. She thought she would be much more upset, being quite the emotional girl at the best of times, but she just felt...strange. She had tried and failed to make things work with Rory and now he was gone and she was free to be single. She hadn't been single for a long time.

She shook herself out of her thoughts when she felt the Doctor move towards her. Looking up she could make out his furrowed brow and concerned eyes in the moonlight. She was expecting the compulsory apologetic sympathies that came after all break ups. But the Doctor is always full of surprises.

'He's an idiot.' He said instead.

Amy just stared at him blankly.

'How could he leave a girl like you? You're beautiful and funny and full of life. He's a bloody idiot to leave', said the Doctor, reaching forward and smoothing Amy's messy hair out of her eyes.

Her heart was racing. He had called her beautiful. He thought she was beautiful? Why was she so flattered by something so simple?

'You...really think all that?' she whispered.

The Doctor looked at her. She really was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her eyes seemed to sparkle brightly, even in the dim lighting. Her tears over Rory had made them even brighter than usual. Her red hair was mussed up but he liked it that way, it made her unbelievably attractive to him. She was the first girl he had thought of as sexy in a long time. He moved closer to her and placed one hand on her cheek, cupping her face and stroked her skin with his thumb. She closed her eyes slowly and leaned into his touch.

'Amy, you do something to me. I can't describe it. I find myself unable to stop myself from thinking about you...from wanting you.' Amy's eyes flew open at that.

'But you said no. After the angels you said no! You said you didn't want me like that', she said, moving backwards and away from his touch. He was confusing her already muddled mind. Why couldn't he ever make sense?

The man in front of her looked down and ran a hand through his hair. After mere moments he suddenly snapped his head up and stalked toward her, backing her up against the wall behind her. He captured her eyes with his and she bit her lip nervously at their close proximity, causing his gaze to darken.

'And that, Pond, was the biggest mistake I've made this century' he said.

As soon as the words had left his mouth he moved forward, closing the last gap between them, capturing those pink, pouty lips he had desired for so long with his own. He was gentle at first, gliding his lips over hers, feeling her respond to his movements. He nipped gently at her lower lip, sucking it lightly in his mouth, causing her to let out a throaty moan. That moan was his undoing. Suddenly he couldn't hold back, his hands gripped her waist, pulling her form harder against his and he used her gasp of surprise to his advantage by invading her mouth with his tongue.

Her hands found his hair and she ran her fingertips through it, scraping his scalp lightly causing him to groan and break off their kiss. His lips didn't leave her body though, they merely moved to her sensitive neck. He kissed and licked his way down until he found a spot just above her collarbone that she seemed to respond to particularly loudly. He stayed there, sucking and nipping at her alabaster skin until he knew it would be purple. He wanted her to remember this.

Meanwhile his hands were stroking her softly, now underneath her top. His thumbs were moving in circles, steadily upwards towards her breasts, which were moving up and down quickly due to her laboured breathing. He pulled away from her and smirked when she groaned with loss. He quickly removed her vest top and stepped back to look at her. She was perfect.

'Are you sure about this Pond?' he asked breathily.

Amy licked her lips and answered through pants, 'For once Doctor, don't be such a bloody gentleman'.

Practically growling the Doctor stormed over to her and picked her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kissed his neck and moved her lips up to his earlobe, on which she sucked and nibbled, causing him to groan. He couldn't wait any longer to get her to a bed and he moved, carrying her while she continued her ministrations behind his ear, sucking on a particularly responsive spot.

He lowered her down gently onto the mattress, smoothing her out beneath him. She wouldn't be still though, her hands moving everywhere over him, nails scratching lightly at the contours of his back, feeling over his shoulder blades and moving round to run over the lean chest that she had been longing to touch for too many weeks now. She deftly got rid of his obstructing shirt and threw it to the ground.

Stopping her wandering hands, the Doctor took her wrists in one large hand and drew them slowly above her head, rendering her helpless and wanton beneath him. She was practically begging for his touch, arching her back to push her aching breasts closer to his face. He did nothing though apart from stroke one finger of his free hand slowly up and down her bare waist, feeling the smooth curve of her body and she practically trembled beneath him. Too proud to beg for more, too aroused not to need more.

Amy had never been so aroused so quickly but she could feel the dampness between her legs and knew the Doctor did something extraordinary to her. She couldn't take it any more and pressed her legs together to try and relieve some of the aching pressure. She whimpered when it did nothing to help and her eyes narrowed when she saw the Doctor grin cheekily above her.

He leaned forward and whispered breathily in her ear, 'Would you like me to help you with something there Pond?'

The feel of his warm breath on her ear made her shiver and she just wanted him to snog her senseless. To kiss her all over until she came harder than she ever had before. But Amy Pond wasn't one to give in so easily.

She looked him straight into his amused green eyes, causing him to quirk one eyebrow at her. She brought her head up as much as she was able, being pinned down like she was, and looked at him through long lashes. Bringing his full bottom lip into her mouth she sucked on it gently and nibbled at the tender flesh. The man above her practically growled at her actions and when she brought her lower body up to harshly connect with his groin he had to close his eyes to stop himself from just taking her immediately.

Play time was over.

He layered wet, heated kisses down the expanse of her neck while skilfully undoing her blue lace bra with nimble fingers. After discarding the offending object on the floor he wasted no time in letting go of her captured wrists, so as to make use of both of his hands.

Circling her left breast with his fingers, he teased her by always avoiding her peaked nipple. He watched her reactions carefully, taking in every detail like he did with all his activities. Her eyes were closed and her breathing laboured. Her pale cheeks were flushed with a rosy glow, highlighted by the red hair that fanned around her head. Her arms were still thrown over her head where he had held them moments before and he was glad; she was still helpless beneath him and she hadn't moved indicating that she liked the dominance he held over her.

Lowering his head, he kissed slowly around her other breast, moving upwards at a tantalizing pace, in sync with his pesky hand on her other breast. A moan slipped past Amy's lips as the wet heat of his lips finally landed on her waiting nipple. He sucked and she couldn't help but arch herself into his touch. His left hand pinched at her other nipple and the different sensations were sending her into a quivering mess. The pulling sensation his mouth was driving through her sent a rush of heat to her core and her breaths were becoming sharp pants.

He shifted his body so that his knee was positioned closer to the place that she wished he would touch and the palm that had been working her breast slid down over her stomach and past her hip to rest on her inner thigh, which he stroked lightly with his thumb. Teeth nipped at her nipple and she gasped. Moving to her other breast, he licked over her hardened bud before blowing on it gently creating a sensation that made Amy moan and thrust her breast further into the Doctor's mouth, something that he did not object to.

The hand that had been stroking her thigh moved slowly upwards, under Amy's skirt and towards her knickers. Amy's breath sped up at the thought of what would happen next and stopped completely when one long finger stroked her over her knickers. She was soaking wet and flushed red when the Doctor's head shot up to look at her as he removed her underwear. It was possible that neither of them had realised how turned on she was. It seemed to please the Doctor though who quickly thrust a finger inside Amy whilst shooting forwards to capture her lips with his own in a furious kiss. He swallowed her moans as she reacted to his finger thrusting inside her. He added another and used his other hand to run his fingers through the red hair he coveted so much. It was thick and silky and fiery just like the girl beneath him.

Amy knew she wouldn't last much longer. She was shocked she had lasted this long in the first place. Her hips thrust upwards to match his fingers as they moved inside her. When she felt his thumb flick against her clit she moaned loudly. She no longer cared how loud she was, she was engrossed in the feel of her Doctor. His kisses were fiery and passionate whilst gently caressing all at once. He had skills. She had though he would be off his game, since she never saw him with any other women but clearly he had centuries of experience.

Suddenly his pace quickened and the angle of his fingers changed just slightly until he was touching something amazing inside of her. She gasped and had to disconnect herself from his mouth to breathe. Her hands shot down to his shoulders and she gripped onto him.

'Come for me Amy. I want to see you come' he whispered huskily into her ear.

She didn't need telling. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as she felt herself unravel.

'Oh my God. Oh Fuck,' she gasped. Her noises were incomprehensible as she clung to the Doctor and rode out her orgasm. She thought her heart might give up beating it was going so fast. But it didn't, instead she collapsed back onto the bed, feeling emptiness as the Doctor's fingers left her. She felt his lips kissing her neck and smiled, turning to look at him.

'You are so...brilliant Amelia Pond' he said smiling. They kissed sweetly before Amy looked at him. Running her hands down his bare chest she started to unbuckle the Doctor's trousers. His gaze followed the movement of her delicate hands and when they started pushing his trousers down he looked up at her with a hooded gaze.

They kissed once more. No longer sweet, they moved together with a furious passion suited to two people who had been waiting and waiting for this moment and couldn't hold back from their lust-driven states any longer. Once the Doctor's trousers were kicked hurriedly off and his boxers followed suit, a fight for dominance took place. Both wanted to be on top and they rolled back and forth, kissing deliciously until the Doctor took it upon himself to stroke a spot on Amy's neck that he had found earlier to be a particular weakness of hers.

And sure enough, she melted beneath him and the Doctor took a note to use that spot for any future argument that might occur. Crawling his way up her lithe body, kissing hurridly as he went he wound up kissing her lips thouroughly as he sheathed himself inside her. She cried out at the delicious fullness she felt inside her and arched into the man above her. He was bigger than she had expected (though for a man with two hearts, what did she expect?) and he held himself there so she could accommodate him.

After a couple of moments she thrust upwards and he moved inside of her. It didn't take long for him to reach his peak and after a final cry of Amy's name, he collapsed carefully to the side of her.

They were both sweaty and panting, unable to speak. The Doctor slowly moved his hand and found Amy's nearby. Gripping her fingers they both stared at the ceiling, recovering.

'Wow', said Amy. She had never had sex like that. Unbelievable, mind blowing, sweaty, just amazing sex. Just like her dream Doctor. Who, it seemed, was no longer a dream. She grinned tiredly to herself. My dream came true.

'Yeh', said the Doctor. He had been waiting to do that for a long time. Now that he had been inside this magnificent woman he didn't think he could cope with being alone ever again. Which made it even harder considering he was a Time Lord, destined to be alone. But he would think about that later. Right now he wanted to enjoy what he had.

Rolling to his side he looked at the woman lying next to him. She had fallen asleep.

I must have taken it out of her, he thought, smiling. His two hearts filled with emotion and he wrapped Amy up in his arms, falling asleep next to the woman who he had been falling in love with for a while now, and who he was sure would insist on being on top next time. Stubborn Amelia Pond.

A/N Well? Did you like it? let me know! Review!