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05 March 2012 @ 05:40 pm
Fic: Full Circle  
This was supposed to be nine parts. Unfortunately, part 8 is totally not going anywhere, whereas this fell out fully formed some two hours after "The Wedding of River Song". So I'm just running with it this way and going to move on to focus on the missing two years the Doctor was being a schlub...and yeah, this ain't so work-safe, so. If you've seen the episode, you know exactly where this was set, and why I couldn't NOT...

"I'm for bed," slurred Rory after they'd finished two bottles of wine between the three of them.

"The mighty Roman centurion can wait two thousand years, resist a malfunctioning eye-drive, and face down epic hordes of Silence and other aliens, but he can't hold his wine!" Amy crowed.

"Shut it," ordered Rory, pointing at what he thought was her but was some two feet to her left.

River giggled. "First time getting drunk with my parents, and it's amazing."

"I still have half a glass left," announced Amy with extreme seriousness. "Not going to bed yet. River?"

"Too intoxicated to Vortex," said River, "but still good for the rest of my glass. Can I crash?"

"Doctor picked us out a really posh sofa," said Rory. "You'll like it. He has odd ideas about beds, though, we're still working on replacing the spare room's."

"Don't tell me it's bunk beds," said River.

"If only," said Amy. "It's just hard as a rock. You'll like the couch better, promise."

River smiled. "I'm in."

"You two keep chatting," said Rory. "I'm going upstairs."

"Don't break anything," said Amy.

"Oi!" Rory staggered to his feet and wobbled his way to the back door, disappearing inside a few seconds later.

Amy watched him go with a fond look. "My stupid face."

"You two are so in love," said River softly.

Amy looked back at her. Just back from the Byzantium, hmm. "Jealous?"

River laughed. "Of what, mother? I have the Doctor."

Amy gave her a knowing look. "Of your father." She laughed herself as River's wine glass suddenly trembled in her hand.

"What...what are you talking about?" River blinked, completely off-guard.

"You and how you burn, of course," said Amy. She saw the light spilling from the upstairs window off to the side go out. Go to sleep, Rory, you don't want to see this.

River stared at her in astonishment. She couldn't speak. Amy...my love...

"You're not the only one with spoilers, sweetie," said Amy. "But the difference between us...is that I'll always tell you when I can." She pulled River's glass out of her hand, setting it on the table, and kissed her soundly.

River immediately slipped her arms around Amy's waist and kissed back. Is this my future? Do I really get the girl in the end?

Amy pulled the tie out of River's hair, the unruly curls falling everywhere. "Rule one: your hair must always be down when you come to me. I love it so much."

"Yes," whispered River, finding that her throat was too dry for proper speech.

"And yes, I am quite far along in our timeline. Enough to tell you that we're both going to hell and loving every second, because you are the best I've ever had."

"Am I?" River licked her lips nervously.

"Oh yes," said Amy, fiddling with the buttons on River's fatigue shirt. "You like me a little bit as well."

River focused on breathing. I don't just like you, Amy...

"But in your timeline, I don't know who you are yet," continued Amy, pushing the unbuttoned shirt back over River's shoulders. "So calm down with the cuddling, because you make me want you so much."

"I'm sorry," said River.

"Don't be," replied Amy. "But I need to know who you are before this happens. Before we happen. Understand?"

"As you wish," said River. "I don't think you would appreciate it if you found out afterward."

"Not a bit," said Amy, starting to nip at River's neck and shoulders while pulling her out of her chair by the edges of the shirt. "And it'll be tough, but we do want each other badly, so don't even think of giving up."

"I wouldn't give up on you, Amy," River said, arching into the caresses and letting herself be pulled into Amy's lap. "What about you?"

"I give up when I know who you are," said Amy. "But then you make it better. You always do."


"Spoilers." Amy cupped both of River's breasts and ran her thumbs over the nipples, which were still covered by her bra. "But you know it turns out all right."

River moaned softly at the touch. "Do I?"

"How would I know about this?" Amy flicked her tongue in the exact spot between River's earlobe and jawline that was one of her more sensitive zones.

"Ah!" River quickly bit her lip to stay quiet.

"Told you," said Amy, trying not to gloat. "And for once, I love knowing more than you do."

"How do I get so lucky?" River panted.

"You take a chance. A gamble. And you end up being right." Amy began unbuttoning River's fatigue pants.

"Are you always this good?"

"No. You'll teach me, though. We teach each other. Trust me, River Song, I know your body better than quite possibly anyone." Amy slipped her hand inside River's knickers.

River immediately fell forward, her head crashing on Amy's shoulder, her arms sliding around Amy's neck. "Oh god, Amy!"

"Ssssh," soothed Amy, delighting in how easily River was coming undone. "Quiet, now."

"You...how do you..." River bit the blanket around Amy's shoulders to stop the sudden moans and gasps as Amy worked on her quite expertly. God, no one's known all the spots before...she must be telling the truth! I do get the girl!

Amy felt River's teeth scrape her shoulder just slightly through the fabric, and shivered happily. "Because you do it to me, my love."

River's response was to kiss her forcefully.

Amy wrapped her free arm around River's ribcage, pulling the blanket around her as well, and kept her close. This is amazing. Sweet River, you've always been mine, haven't you? She kept up her activity, knowing perfectly well just when she should do what. She felt River's body writhe against her gloriously, and the stifled moans into her mouth were seriously turning her on. So the first one will belong to me, won't it.

River was powerless against Amy, her fantasies being fulfilled in a deliciously naughty way and it wasn't supposed to happen like this, but it was always going to, she realized. She was going to hell for fucking her own mother--correction, being fucked by her own mother--, and she did not care one eensy little bit.

"My love," Amy purred in River's ear, "you should be close now. Tell me."

"Yes," River gasped, nuzzling against Amy's neck. "You know, you know it."

"I do indeed," said Amy. "I also know that I can keep you on the edge. For as long as I want. I've done it."

"Have you?" River could barely hold a coherent thought.

"You're beautiful when I hold you back," murmured Amy. "But I want you to do something now."


Amy whispered very softly into River's ear. "Come for me."

River shuddered and stuffed her sleeve into her mouth to muffle her cry of ecstasy as she obeyed her lover.

Amy covered River's neck and face with soft kisses. "Good girl." She knew River would ride a happy spiral of aftershocks down if she just kept stroking gently...and it was so.

"Can I do anything for you?" River asked once she was back to herself, cuddled with Amy under the blanket, delighting in how soft the redhead's skin was and how marvelous it felt under her wandering fingertips.

"Not tonight," said Amy, looking up at the stars. "Maybe when you're older."

River laughed softly and kissed Amy's neck. "It's a promise."

"But I do have one request."


"Yes, another. You'll find I'm very demanding."

"Not exactly a secret now."

"For my first time..."

"Yes, my love?"

"You'll come to the old house while I'm alone. There's a hat rack just inside our bedroom door that has a lot of scarves and things on it. Pick the black silk one."

"What will I do with it?"

"Blindfold me and seduce me. I loved it."

"So noted," River whispered.
Flicka Whipfemme_slash_fan on March 5th, 2012 10:44 pm (UTC)
I... she... they...

*brain melted*

Mr. Dr. Grumpy Mister, M.D. aka the Twelfth Doctorkwanboa on March 5th, 2012 10:46 pm (UTC)
Flicka Whipfemme_slash_fan on March 5th, 2012 10:49 pm (UTC)
Heh. I had that reaction to the whole River rocking up in Amy's garden. Like 'OMG YES YES YES'
Mr. Dr. Grumpy Mister, M.D. aka the Twelfth Doctorkwanboa on March 5th, 2012 10:51 pm (UTC)
My muse was all "YOU HAVE WARPED ME I THOUGHT JUST THIS WHEN I SAW THAT" when she beta'd it, so...*evil grin*
Flicka Whipfemme_slash_fan on March 5th, 2012 11:12 pm (UTC)
LMFAO. Awh. <3
Lin: Fear - Amy and River (Doctor Who)hirai on March 6th, 2012 03:03 am (UTC)
Oh my god, I'm so happy you saved this comm from death! I've missed seeing you around here.

Fantastic story as usual. Can I just say: ugh. Seriously.
Mr. Dr. Grumpy Mister, M.D. aka the Twelfth Doctor: Pr0n writing!kwanboa on March 6th, 2012 03:17 am (UTC)
Sorry, haven't been too fired up to create ANYTHING lately and when I do it's only bits and pieces of WIPs, lol.

And no prob on the saving.*thumbs up* Half of this saga isn't on Teaspoon because I am a lazy lazy thing and I am so not letting my work go down the drain, heh. Nor anyone else's. Even if I completely lose interest in the ship, as long as I have control here, it'll stay up as an archive. :)