Liz Miller

She looked up at him and something like resignation flashed over the Doctor's face. "Oh, heck." "Doctor..." Amy stood up and pressed herself against him, her breasts flattened against his chest. He held himself absolutely still, but the muscles in his jaw twitched and tightened. She placed open-mouthed kisses to the skin of his neck. His skin was cool, cooler than hers. She ran her tongue along the muscle of his throat. The hand not still held by his, clasped his waist. She dragged her lips along his jaw and rocked her hips into his. Another