Amy was crying again. She wasn't good enough to travel with the Doctor. She couldn't run as fast as him and she couldn't think as quick on her feet. She would be foolish to think she ever could but dammit it was difficult. She'd always been sharp. But no-one was as sharp as her raggedy Doctor.

She was leaning against a bookshelf in the library in the TARDIS; a place to which she ventured regularly. Especially when the swimming pool had moved to there.

It wasn't like she was hiding from the Doctor. Or Rory. She just didn't like anyone to see her being weak. Because she wasn't weak. She was Amy Pond and she was just having an emotional moment. She was allowed to.

Suddenly she heard the door slam and she furiously wiped the tears from her face, careful as always to keep her eye liner intact. Glancing towards the intruder she spotted the bowtie and shirt and groaned inwardly.

Not now. Let me have one bloody moment of weakness.

He was looking at her with a strange expression. One flick of brown fringe obstructing part of one of his green eyes that were staring into her own. He tilted his head and continued to look at her, taking in her features as if it was the first time he'd seen her. His gaze traced her long red hair... the freckles that covered her nose...her full rosy lips...before shamelessly looking over the rest of her body without a word.

She shifted a little, uncertain of what he was doing or what she should say.

'What's the matter Amy?' he said in a low voice, moving closer to her.

She looked up into his eyes which seemed more alive than usual, the green darker somehow.

'N-Nothing' she stuttered, her crying making her words come out slightly more high-pitched than usual and she kicked herself. She was his companion. She was supposed to support him not go crying about everything that happened!

He moved even closer to her and his scent made her slightly dizzy. He was musky and it was oh-so pleasant. He smelt nothing like Rory. Rory still had that teenage boy smell about him- sometimes sweaty and never charming.

'Tell me', he whispered and his breath tickled her face. She hadn't realised he was that close but when she looked up he was inches away from her. His lips tantalisingly close to her own which seemed to pucker up uncontrollably. With a sudden surge of will power she tried stepping back but got nowhere as she had been leaning against the bookcase before he walked in and interrupted anyway.

He seemed to notice what she had tried to do and leant his arms either side of her head on the bookcase before leaning even closer to her, tutting quietly.

'You won't get away from me that easy Pond' he practically growled before capturing her lips with his own. One hand cradled her head while the other shot down to her waist as he pulled her against him. His skilled mouth moved over her own with a precision that made her knees weak but she couldn't fall over as his strong grip was supporting her weight. His hands were everywhere now as he unbuttoned her blouse quickly, hot hands touching her bare skin and she could do nothing but whimper as her kissed and licked and nibbled his way from her collar bone to her sensitive ear.

'Amy', he growled huskily.

'Please, Doctor', she groaned, 'Please' she pushed her body into his, moulding them together.

'Amy'

She moved her hands over him, feeling her way to his trousers and untucking his shirt in order to reach his naked skin.

'Amy'

Why did he keep saying her name? Was she that good? Probably. It was nice that he thought so.

'AMY'

Huh?

'Amelia Pond wake up this instant!'

Amy bolted upright in her bed, completely flustered and shaking slightly. Blinking her eyes quickly she looked blearily up at the doctor, her vision slightly blurred from sleep.

'Er...yes? What do you want? What time is it?' she asked groggily.

'Never mind that! There's a problem with the TARDIS and I could use your help if you don't mind since Rory's in the pool and I have no idea where that is right now.' He motioned for her to follow him and marched off back to the controls.

Amy groaned and flopped back onto her pillows, groaning into her hands. Rolling her head slightly to the side she glanced at the clock. Then she had to look again to check she wasn't seeing things. Five in the morning? What was he thinking waking her up at this time?

Groaning again she attempted to get up but something was stopping her. Why couldn't she move her legs? Looking down a blush filled her pale cheeks as she saw her sheets twisted around her legs. She remembered her dream vividly. She could practically taste the Doctor's lips on hers. She bit her lip as she remembered what it felt like to have his tongued caressing her own and his firm body pressed so forcefully against hers. An involuntary whimper escaped her throat.

Then she realised he had been there. Her eyes slammed shut and she shook her head quickly in shame. That shame when you remember something really embarrassing that you just wish would go away forever. What if she'd said something in her sleep? Or moaned in her sleep? How long had he been standing there? Oh God.

'AMY!' he yelled from the distance.

Quickly untangling herself she decided it didn't matter. She would deny anything if he asked and that was that. Not bothering to change out of her pyjamas she yawned and stretched before strolling down to where the man controlling her dreams was waiting.

She'd been having lots of dreams like this. When she wasn't so rudely awoken they tended to go on for a bit longer...until the Doctor was doing some pretty risqué things to her. She couldn't help it. They were dreams, it wasn't like she could control them. But she felt terrible for Rory. He wasn't usually there when she woke up anymore- always swimming or in one of the other rooms of the TARDIS. He would never tell her why but she could guess that she made noises in her sleep that he needed to escape from. That was bad- she couldn't do this to him. She just needed to stop thinking of the Doctor.

But a flashback of his hands on the skin of her waist made her realise that some things were easier said than done.

'Finally there you are!' came the Doctor's voice as she reached him.

She yawned loudly and glared at him.

'It had better be important. I need to sleep you know, we can't all survive on a couple of hours like you' she grumbled. She wasn't one for being woken up early unless there was good reason.

'Well it didn't sound like you were getting a very good night's sleep to me' he pointed out.

Amy froze. 'Er...what?' she said, eyes wide and fixed on the Doctor who seemed to be concentrating too hard on the control panel to notice her anxiety.

'You were moaning all sorts when I went in. Bad dreams?' he asked politely, looking up at her from where he stood.

She stared at him, trying to decipher him and breathed a sigh of relief when she realised he must have mistaken any moans of pleasure she had been making to be moans of terror or pain.

'Yeh, yeh. Just sometimes. Angels and stuff. You've scarred me for life' she muttered.

He didn't answer. But if she'd have looked at him more closely she may have noticed the glint in his eyes and the hungry gaze he was eyeing her with.

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When the Doctor had ventured into Amy's room to ask for her help with a minor technical problem that needed more than two hands to fix he had not expected to see what he had.

Sheets twisted provocatively around her, Amy had been lying askew on her bed. And she was writhing. Writhing and moaning. Moaning for him.

'Please Doctor' she had groaned in her sleep and he couldn't help but shiver, her words sending tingles down his spine.

Quickly snapping himself out of it he woke her up and ordered her to help him, marching back out while berating himself madly for lingering for so long.

Not allowed. She has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who is also in the same vicinity as you.

He had been trying not to think of Amy in any way that was not just friendly since the incident after the Weeping Angels encounter. Rory was here now and they were happy together. Really happy. Great. Brilliant. Super. Magnifique.

But she was so tempting. Curse his love of red-heads. They would never fail to torture him. And she was so torturous. When she strolled in casually after him just in her pyjamas he tried to control the lust filled haze that covered him. Tight black jogging bottoms and a green tank top only served to accentuate her delectable features and when she stretched her arms above her head a stretch of pale skin was exposed and he couldn't help but wonder what she was like to taste...

But he carried on with the task, laughing to himself when she accepted the pretence that he thought she was having nightmares. She was usually so ballsy- so used to getting what she wanted. And he knew that she wanted him, if not from those dreams but at least from the way she blushed around him and seemed to lean involuntarily closer to him when they were close. But stupid things got in the way. Boyfriends...his rejection of her. Stupid, but necessary things.

Speaking of stupid things, another male voice shook him out of his reverie and he looked up to see the lovely couple chatting lightly about simple human things.

'Right, back to work you two!' he barked and Amy rolled her eyes before helping again.

A/N- Hope you liked it! I'll carry it on if I get positive feedback! So review please.

Also- my line break is 'DW' because I had no idea how to do a normal line-break on here!