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Warnings: Strong language, mature themes and SPOILERS for ALL of series 5 and so far of 6.
Pairing/s: Eleven/Amy, Rory/Amy, Eleven/Amy/(Rory), River/Eleven, River/Eleven/Amy.
A/N: Okie dokie, well, I'm going absolutely mental waiting for Curse of the Black Spot.Better have some amahzing Eleven/Amy moments or I'll cry. Anyone else pumped? Oh, yeah, enjoy the fic below.

ALPHA

Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell.

i.

He's the alpha male. He knows he is, it's obvious in the way he moves and how he talks to the other men. He's used to being in charge of everything and everybody.

He whistles, they come trotting. Always.

She hates it. She's the alpha female. She's always in charge, always in control of the situation.

There is no way in Hell she is backing down from her throne - and she knows he feels the exact same way.

So, when he whistles, she just whistles louder.

ii.

"Hey," she breathes into his shoulder, stretching upward and wrapping her arms around him. "Gotcha."

"Gotcha." He chuckles softly and buries his nose into her hair, holding her tighter to him. They come back with a rush, those damn pesky things. They flutter wildly in her stomach, matching her heart's racing beat.

Her face flushes hotly but she doesn't let go. Screw the butterflies; they can go to Hell for all she cares, as long as she is with the Doctor.

iii.

She feels it when his eyes land on her, burning holes into the back of her head as Rory leaves searing kisses on her neck. She feels it when she meets his eyes after they drop off River at the prison, his face glowing and his lips parted. It's like a physical thing, an actual barrier seperating them rather than imaginary.

So, she lets Rory lead her to their room and loses herself in his touch and his soft kisses, trying her hardest to forget the weight of time.

So, she winks at the Doctor in a knowing way and teases him later over his soppy grin and red face, working past the pain and horror that clenches her throat and her heart simultaneously and tries to forget all of time and all of the what-could-have-been's.

And when she's alone, when the Doctor is puttering about with the TARDIS and Rory is snoring loudily on the other side of the room, she lets herself crumple and be smothered by the weight of fourteen years.

iv.

"You get older and I don't and this can't ever work," he stumbles over his words, pulling his braces back up every time she slides them off. Frustration mounts in her, but she hides it behind the overwhelming want and desire that licks it's way through her veins like sweet fire.

"You are sweet, Doctor, but I wasn't really suggesting anything quite so.. Long term." She assures him, winding her arms around his neck and securing her position as best as possible. She leans in, crushing her lips to his.

And he responds.

His mouth is moving against her's, his hands are ghosting around her waist before settling on her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. Her heart stutters as hope seizes her and she leans into him, revelling in how right it feels to be pressed against her Raggedy Doctor. It's nothing like being with Rory - it's so much better, it's so -

Over.

He pushes her away, pulling back with a look of immense horror that makes her heart and hope plummet to the floor. "But you're human, you're Amy!" He says as if the kiss shocked him, as if he didn't expect himself to react in such a way. "You're getting married in the morning!"

She leans toward him again, planning to erase his words from their memories with burning kisses, but he pushes her back again. And that's when she sees a recurring theme.

She's always chasing him, he's always pushing her away.

v.

"How many times have you been in love?" She asks after they helped an alien princess marry her true love, another race's prince, and are back on board the TARDIS. She is perched on the console and he is puttering about on the other side, talking to himself a million miles per minute.

His head jolts up, his neck cracking so loud she can feel it. He winces, rubbing the back of his neck absentmindedly as he turns to her. "What? Why?" He inquires a bit sharply.

She shrugs. She doesn't really know why she wants to know, it's just a question that's been bothering her for a while now. She hadn't expected an answer.

"Just wondering," she replies. "Go on; how many times have you been in love, Doctor?"

He gives her the look. The one that makes her blood chill yet burn like heavenly fire at the same time, that makes her heart thunder and stop all at once. The one that she can only handle for so long before she has to look away.

"How many times have you been in love, Amy?" He shoots back. She looks back at him, giving him an imploring look.

"Once."

Yeah?
Good or eugh? I liked the first three, but after that... :\ Anyways, tell me what you think!
Yr Alban.