no that doesn't settle for it. When you and Amy are having sex can you make her scream?
There it was. Another strangled noise of sorts forming in his chest, which he was certain sounded dignified and masculine until it made it’s way up his throat and was a good five octaves higher than he had been expecting. Why did this bloody have to happen? He knew he’d be in big, huge, massive trouble should Amy discover about this. And she would. She was Amy. Of course she would. She always did. And, quite honestly, the thought alone was enough to make him shake in his boots, Time Lord or human. He knew, no matter what he actually said or did, this couldn’t end well.
Nor did it help that it was today of all days. He had been going through enough adjusting, figuring out all this new humany stuff. He was a bloody mess, he knew that. And this, of all things, was not helping the thoughts or the actions or the memories or the, erm, urges he didn’t normally have to such an extent. Just thinking about her drove him mad on a day to day basis as it was. He didn’t need these sorts of… thoughts floating around. It definitely wouldn’t do him much good. Especially when she wasn’t even around. But, of course, the one time he needed her (alright, he always sort of needed her, but this was different) was when he hadn’t even a clue where she’d gone off to.
If only she bloody knew what was going on. Then again, when he thought about it, she’d probably just be egging him on, demanding some sort of answer. Behind all that massively ginger hair and that beautiful smile and Rassilon, those eyes, oh, and those legs… Er, behind all that she could tend to be terribly wicked and mischievous. And any excuse to rile him up like this would have been greeted with open arms, he was sure.
“Wh-Who says we’ve… um, we’ve had… we did…” He was going to get slapped by the end of this, that much he was sure. On one hand, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to know how this bit of information had ever been leaked enough for someone to inquire about it, and on the other hand, well… there was this odd feeling in the pit of his stomach that was almost… oh, God, almost proud. What the Hell was happening to him?
And, most importantly, where the Hell was Amy right now?
“She’s, um… There maybe have been times when… I mean, she’s certainly…” He was going to die. This was it. This was how it was going to happen. Amy was going to find out and she was going to kill him. And, being temporarily human, this time it would stick. And it wasn’t helping that the human part of him seemed to be thriving and growing with this new turn of conversation. “I mean, Amy’s always had a thing for, um, screaming at me… You know, messing up TARDIS coordinations, still haven’t gone to Rio… I-It would only make sense if she… um, if she… were to, I mean, maybe she has, um… You’re going to get me into big trouble…”
