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A Long Life (But One Worth Living): Chapter Ten
Title: A Long Life (But One Worth Living)
Author/Artist:
rumpelsnorcack
Rating: R this chapter, PG-13 generally
Characters & Pairings: This chapter: Rory/Amy
Word Count: 1268 this chapter
Summary: The story of Rory's life, from meeting Amy to death.
Notes: Non-explicit sexual situation. I wrote this chapter never intending to post it, more just to see what it would be like to write, but found when it came to the crunch that there's too much character stuff in here that impacts on the future that I couldn't really leave it out.
Many thanks to the wonderful
a_phoenixdragon and mollywheezy who have been extremely supportive through this whole process. I've been writing this on and off for a while. It's still not finished, but is getting there. Not sure how many chapters there will be, but each one is intended as a short one-shot in its own right so all can be read independently. However, they do all build together to give a picture of Rory's life, complicated timelines and all. It's all roughly chronological, but each piece doesn't necessarily exist in the same timeline as each other piece. So some are pre-reboot, some post, some exist in a universe which includes Mels, others don't.
Disclaimer: Sadly none of the characters are mine, I just enjoy hanging around in their sandbox.
Rory was startled when Amy grabbed his tie and dragged him away from the party and into the hallway. He’d been chatting to Mike about something inconsequential and hadn’t even noticed her approaching. He’d barely had a chance to mutter a goodbye as Amy pushed him through the door, the look on her face serious and intense.
‘Watch out, Rory, mate. I think you’re in trouble,’ Jeff sniggered as they passed him.
‘Watch it if you don’t want trouble, too,’ Amy snarled in return and Jeff’s mocking grin was quickly wiped away. No-one ever pushed Amy when she was in this mood. Rory wondered what he had done – he was pretty sure the conversation with Mike had been innocuous, but he flushed a little thinking perhaps he’d been a little too accommodating in agreeing with Mike that his new girlfriend was indeed a very good looking woman.
Rory gasped as Amy pushed him against the wall in a secluded, dark corner and pulled his head down for a hungry kiss. She was pressed distractingly close to him, and a familiar ache woke in the pit of his stomach as her hands slid caressingly over his shoulders. He leaned into her kiss, greedy, as always, for more. Her lips lingered teasingly on his and he could feel himself responding just from the proximity of her body to his. He groaned as they parted and she pulled back a little.
‘What brought this on?’ he whispered as her hands ran down his body, causing chills to flow in their wake. He ran his own hands up her body and Amy sighed, leaning in to his touch. She always did like it when his hands slid so enticingly close to her breasts.
‘Shut up, Rory, and kiss me again,’ she murmured.
He complied, pouring himself into the moment, one hand sliding behind her back to pull her firmly to him, and the other cradling her head as he deepened the kiss. Suddenly he realised what she was doing with the waistband of his ripped-up trousers.
‘Amy!’ He choked out, shocked. ‘We can’t … all these people …’ he waved the hand that wasn’t looped in her hair in the general direction of the party going on in the nearby lounge.
‘I can’t help it,’ Amy ground out, her hands still working on his belt. ‘You looked so hot I needed to have you right now.’
Flattered at being called ‘hot’ – never a word Rory had ever associated with himself – he stopped fighting her for a moment and she took full advantage by prising the belt undone and working on his fly. Desperate and eager for her touch, yet anxious lest they be caught, Rory found himself unbearably aroused.
‘See,’ Amy whispered to him as she caught his mouth with hers once again. ‘You want it too.’
‘Of course I do,’ he moaned against her mouth, ‘but not here … not in public. Amy, what would Aunt Sharon think?’
‘Aunt Sharon is not here – and I can’t wait.’ She groaned in frustration at his hesitation. ‘Rory, just … do this. For me? Please?’
Rory’s body ached for her and he sighed as her hand rested suggestively just above his waistband. It was a challenge, he knew, and one which he wasn’t sure he could take up – sure, he wanted this right now. Everything she was doing was perfectly calculated to push him beyond resistance, and he had always been mildly titillated at the idea of public sex. It was just – the reality was terrifying, and in this group of people Rory knew it would be a matter of hours, at most, before it got back to his father if anyone found them out.
‘If you do it fast enough, no-one will know,’ she whispered frantically against his lips, as if reading his mind. She wriggled closer and his fears started to subside in the face of his arousal.
Gasping with need, he nodded and slipped his hands down to her bottom then under her skirt. He started in amazement as his fingers met only silky skin and no hint of her usual lace underwear. Amy giggled at his shock.
‘I came prepared,’ she said softly, and he laughed unsteadily.
Despite his better judgement, Rory found himself ready to throw caution to the wind. With his senses hyper-alert for people coming past, he finally allowed himself to give in to Amy’s wishes.
Normally, Rory liked to take his time, to enjoy the experience and soak in being with Amy. This time, however, the insecurity of the location, the ever-present fear of being caught and the thrill of the unexpected meant he was primed for speed. Within a very few short minutes it was over, as Rory held Amy close as she finished too.
Breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead to hers. ‘That was …’
‘Yeah,’ Amy agreed. ‘It was. You’re definitely my raggedy man.’ She brushed a kiss against Rory’s mouth as his heart squeezed in pain. So. That was what this was all about. Dressed as ‘The Doctor’ of her childhood fantasies for this party, he was suddenly irresistible. Rory sighed internally. It put that ‘hot’ comment from earlier into perspective as well.
In the distance he heard a door bang and the music suddenly swelling louder. A raucous voice yelled something indecipherable, heading closer, and Rory froze, forgetting his bleak thoughts in the panic of the moment. Amy, however, quickly stepped back, dropping her skirt while she did so, and expertly smoothed his clothes back into place. With practised fingers she did up his belt. The ragged shirt of his costume hung out over his waistband and covered any evidence of their haste.
‘Kiss me, Raggedy Rory,’ she demanded as she pressed herself up against his still-sensitive body. He shuddered at her touch, the sensation almost painful in its pleasure.
‘But … the people …’
‘… will think we came out here for a snog not a shag.’ When Rory still gaped at her, she grabbed his head and molded her body to his while giving him a lingering kiss. His arms flew back around her and he joined in enthusiastically, one hand caressing her back and the other tangling in her hair.
‘Oi, you two! Get a room!’ Mike said as he wandered close to them, and laughed as if he’d made a huge joke. ‘People will think you’re up to something raunchy if you keep snogging in the shadows.’
Rory blushed, pulling away from Amy, sure that Mike could smell the rushed sex on them, but Amy just laughed. ‘You wish!’ she said, smirking at him. ‘You just want a good party story. Sorry to disappoint.’
She twined her fingers in Rory’s and dragged him in the direction of the kitchen.
‘I’m going to go freshen up,’ she said, pecking him on the cheek and dropping his hand when they arrived. ‘You get us a couple of beers, would you? I’m parched.’ She winked at Rory and fluttered her hands in a wave at Mike as she left. Rory shrugged at Mike and did as he was told, handing a cold beer to Amy when she reappeared, and following her back into the lounge where the party was still in full swing. Amy pulled him into a dance to the romantic song currently playing, and Rory held her tight, burying his face in her apple-scented hair while losing himself in the moment. He figured if he was only of use as a Doctor substitute, at least he was something to Amy … and something was definitely better than nothing.
Author/Artist:
rumpelsnorcackRating: R this chapter, PG-13 generally
Characters & Pairings: This chapter: Rory/Amy
Word Count: 1268 this chapter
Summary: The story of Rory's life, from meeting Amy to death.
Notes: Non-explicit sexual situation. I wrote this chapter never intending to post it, more just to see what it would be like to write, but found when it came to the crunch that there's too much character stuff in here that impacts on the future that I couldn't really leave it out.
Many thanks to the wonderful
mollywheezy who have been extremely supportive through this whole process. I've been writing this on and off for a while. It's still not finished, but is getting there. Not sure how many chapters there will be, but each one is intended as a short one-shot in its own right so all can be read independently. However, they do all build together to give a picture of Rory's life, complicated timelines and all. It's all roughly chronological, but each piece doesn't necessarily exist in the same timeline as each other piece. So some are pre-reboot, some post, some exist in a universe which includes Mels, others don't. Disclaimer: Sadly none of the characters are mine, I just enjoy hanging around in their sandbox.
Rory was startled when Amy grabbed his tie and dragged him away from the party and into the hallway. He’d been chatting to Mike about something inconsequential and hadn’t even noticed her approaching. He’d barely had a chance to mutter a goodbye as Amy pushed him through the door, the look on her face serious and intense.
‘Watch out, Rory, mate. I think you’re in trouble,’ Jeff sniggered as they passed him.
‘Watch it if you don’t want trouble, too,’ Amy snarled in return and Jeff’s mocking grin was quickly wiped away. No-one ever pushed Amy when she was in this mood. Rory wondered what he had done – he was pretty sure the conversation with Mike had been innocuous, but he flushed a little thinking perhaps he’d been a little too accommodating in agreeing with Mike that his new girlfriend was indeed a very good looking woman.
Rory gasped as Amy pushed him against the wall in a secluded, dark corner and pulled his head down for a hungry kiss. She was pressed distractingly close to him, and a familiar ache woke in the pit of his stomach as her hands slid caressingly over his shoulders. He leaned into her kiss, greedy, as always, for more. Her lips lingered teasingly on his and he could feel himself responding just from the proximity of her body to his. He groaned as they parted and she pulled back a little.
‘What brought this on?’ he whispered as her hands ran down his body, causing chills to flow in their wake. He ran his own hands up her body and Amy sighed, leaning in to his touch. She always did like it when his hands slid so enticingly close to her breasts.
‘Shut up, Rory, and kiss me again,’ she murmured.
He complied, pouring himself into the moment, one hand sliding behind her back to pull her firmly to him, and the other cradling her head as he deepened the kiss. Suddenly he realised what she was doing with the waistband of his ripped-up trousers.
‘Amy!’ He choked out, shocked. ‘We can’t … all these people …’ he waved the hand that wasn’t looped in her hair in the general direction of the party going on in the nearby lounge.
‘I can’t help it,’ Amy ground out, her hands still working on his belt. ‘You looked so hot I needed to have you right now.’
Flattered at being called ‘hot’ – never a word Rory had ever associated with himself – he stopped fighting her for a moment and she took full advantage by prising the belt undone and working on his fly. Desperate and eager for her touch, yet anxious lest they be caught, Rory found himself unbearably aroused.
‘See,’ Amy whispered to him as she caught his mouth with hers once again. ‘You want it too.’
‘Of course I do,’ he moaned against her mouth, ‘but not here … not in public. Amy, what would Aunt Sharon think?’
‘Aunt Sharon is not here – and I can’t wait.’ She groaned in frustration at his hesitation. ‘Rory, just … do this. For me? Please?’
Rory’s body ached for her and he sighed as her hand rested suggestively just above his waistband. It was a challenge, he knew, and one which he wasn’t sure he could take up – sure, he wanted this right now. Everything she was doing was perfectly calculated to push him beyond resistance, and he had always been mildly titillated at the idea of public sex. It was just – the reality was terrifying, and in this group of people Rory knew it would be a matter of hours, at most, before it got back to his father if anyone found them out.
‘If you do it fast enough, no-one will know,’ she whispered frantically against his lips, as if reading his mind. She wriggled closer and his fears started to subside in the face of his arousal.
Gasping with need, he nodded and slipped his hands down to her bottom then under her skirt. He started in amazement as his fingers met only silky skin and no hint of her usual lace underwear. Amy giggled at his shock.
‘I came prepared,’ she said softly, and he laughed unsteadily.
Despite his better judgement, Rory found himself ready to throw caution to the wind. With his senses hyper-alert for people coming past, he finally allowed himself to give in to Amy’s wishes.
Normally, Rory liked to take his time, to enjoy the experience and soak in being with Amy. This time, however, the insecurity of the location, the ever-present fear of being caught and the thrill of the unexpected meant he was primed for speed. Within a very few short minutes it was over, as Rory held Amy close as she finished too.
Breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead to hers. ‘That was …’
‘Yeah,’ Amy agreed. ‘It was. You’re definitely my raggedy man.’ She brushed a kiss against Rory’s mouth as his heart squeezed in pain. So. That was what this was all about. Dressed as ‘The Doctor’ of her childhood fantasies for this party, he was suddenly irresistible. Rory sighed internally. It put that ‘hot’ comment from earlier into perspective as well.
In the distance he heard a door bang and the music suddenly swelling louder. A raucous voice yelled something indecipherable, heading closer, and Rory froze, forgetting his bleak thoughts in the panic of the moment. Amy, however, quickly stepped back, dropping her skirt while she did so, and expertly smoothed his clothes back into place. With practised fingers she did up his belt. The ragged shirt of his costume hung out over his waistband and covered any evidence of their haste.
‘Kiss me, Raggedy Rory,’ she demanded as she pressed herself up against his still-sensitive body. He shuddered at her touch, the sensation almost painful in its pleasure.
‘But … the people …’
‘… will think we came out here for a snog not a shag.’ When Rory still gaped at her, she grabbed his head and molded her body to his while giving him a lingering kiss. His arms flew back around her and he joined in enthusiastically, one hand caressing her back and the other tangling in her hair.
‘Oi, you two! Get a room!’ Mike said as he wandered close to them, and laughed as if he’d made a huge joke. ‘People will think you’re up to something raunchy if you keep snogging in the shadows.’
Rory blushed, pulling away from Amy, sure that Mike could smell the rushed sex on them, but Amy just laughed. ‘You wish!’ she said, smirking at him. ‘You just want a good party story. Sorry to disappoint.’
She twined her fingers in Rory’s and dragged him in the direction of the kitchen.
‘I’m going to go freshen up,’ she said, pecking him on the cheek and dropping his hand when they arrived. ‘You get us a couple of beers, would you? I’m parched.’ She winked at Rory and fluttered her hands in a wave at Mike as she left. Rory shrugged at Mike and did as he was told, handing a cold beer to Amy when she reappeared, and following her back into the lounge where the party was still in full swing. Amy pulled him into a dance to the romantic song currently playing, and Rory held her tight, burying his face in her apple-scented hair while losing himself in the moment. He figured if he was only of use as a Doctor substitute, at least he was something to Amy … and something was definitely better than nothing.