Enjoy the Ride

Amy didn’t understand why they had to take the weird transport thing, but the Doctor had said it was too short for a trip in the TARDIS, and besides, the old girl needed a rest. The Doctor had gleefully jumped for a chance to ride in a “genuine Sharduthian land transporter” (whatever that was), and had informed Amy that the view was gorgeous, although the ride was a bit bumpy. It was either that or walk, and since it seemed that the whole planet was one big ice sheet (she was regretting the shorts now), she had, reluctantly, agreed.

She was vaguely disappointed to see that the Sharduthian land transporter looked less like a futuristic rocket car and more like a busted old four by four. The seats inside were fitted like a roller coaster, with shoulders bars and some kind of hunk of plastic that went right between the legs. This… was going to be boring. It would be a very long ride, and Amy really wished that she had a book or an MP3 player or something to pass the time, because it looked to be a long, dull ride.

The Doctor, of course, wasn’t bothered. He’d made friends with one of their fellow riders, the man sitting on the other end, and he was utterly ignoring Amy. With a sigh, Amy climbed into the seat, squirming to get more comfortable. With a grumble, she leaned against the window and stared out of it. “So this’ll be a long ride, Doctor?”

“Not too long,” the Doctor said, barely taking time out of his conversation with the… person with four eyes. “An hour, maybe two, depends on the state of the ice.”

“Great,” Amy said sarcastically, and stared out the window. How interesting. Ice. Snow. More ice. More snow.

The vehicle started, and Amy squeaked. The placement of the bar between her legs was such that the vibrations were right up against her cunt, making her shudder.

“You alright, Pond?” The Doctor shot her a concerned look. “You’re shaking. Do you get carsick? I‘d appreciate a warning if you‘re going to be sick.”

“I’m fine,” Amy said, and sat up straighter. That just made things worse, because now the vibrations were right up against her clit, making her toes curl. She didn’t think she could take this for the whole of the ride. Well, maybe if she thought of something off putting? Off putting, off putting, what was off putting?

She tried to think of off putting. Her old teacher, who always wore the dark green braces… but now she was thinking of red braces, and a stupid bow tie, and a floppy fringe…. She shivered again, her bare arm brushing against the Doctor’s wool covered one.

“You sure you’re alright, Pond? You’re shaking.” He patted her bare arm with his warm hand, and it was covered in goosebumps. “Are you cold? You look cold.”

“Yeah… cold. It’s a bit… chilly, that’s all.” She made a great show of rubbing her hands together, from where they sat in her lap, right over the plastic thing between her legs. It took a lot of self control not to reach between her legs and press down on her clit, but she did have some of that, at least.

“Well, don’t worry. You’re going to love this!” He smiled his hundred watt smile at her, and Amy shivered again.

The Doctor patted her hand, then went back to his conversation. It was full of words with too many syllables, mixed in with pieces of alien languages.

Amy stared out the window, trying to concentrate on the view. It was mainly fog. Perhaps the view was wonderful when it wasn’t covered in fog. But no view, no distraction, and the ticklish buzzing pressed right where it counted, buzzing through her bones and nerves, until her teeth were buzzing, her fingernails, the tips of her nipples. It was making her want to buck her hips and squirm, shivering.

Amy squirmed, wishing she could press her knees together. The Doctor’s leg was pressed up close against her own, jiggling faintly. That was her Doctor, always twitching, jiggling always so full of energy. Her Doctor. What would he be like in bed? She couldn’t imagine sex with him being lazy and relaxed - she could only see him being frantic, his hands and his mouth darting across her skin, tasting this, pinching that. It would be hungry and desperate, his hand jammed between her legs, his mouth on her nipple, his cock hard against her thigh.

She bit her lip, glancing at the Doctor out of the corner of her eye. He was deeply engrossed in his conversation, his arm pressed closely against hers, and she traced the line of his neck, his ear, the vein pulsing in his throat with her eyes. She imagined kissing his ear, taking it into her mouth, sucking on the lobe. What would it taste like? Did Time Lord skin taste differently from human skin? She recalled kissing him, recalled tasting his mouth against her own, and she tried to move his lips, from her own to the side of her neck, tried to feel them tasting her skin. She didn’t recall the taste of his mouth, not really. He had tasted like breath and faintly like fear, because of all of the mess with the angels. She didn’t remember anything particularly alien, but how was she to know what was alien, exactly? Every person’s mouth tasted differently, after all.

Amy shivered, tilting her head back the tiniest bit. She found that if she wriggled her hips the slightest, the thing between her legs would press right up against her clit, enough to make her toes curl in her trainers. It left her tingling, the buzzing, and she could feel the wetness already beginning to seep through her shorts. She hoped there wouldn’t be too much of a noticeable stain, because how would she explain it to the Doctor?

The tingling was getting stronger, going along her spine, dripping and tickling under her skin. She shifted in her seat, and if she took a deep breath and squirmed just so, the shoulder bar rubbed across her nipples, sending more shivers down her back, to collect inside of her belly, until they solidified, one solid mass, crackling and twitching, then… snapping like a twig, sending the prickling, wriggling heat in wave after wave under her skin, twitching and arching her back, her toes curling in her trainers. It took a lot of effort to keep from making any noise, and she was biting her lip so hard it was nearly bleeding.

“Amy… are you alright?” The Doctor looked at her sideways, seeing her sweaty face and trembling limbs. “Are you having a seizure? Do we need to stop the vehicle?”

“Don’t worry,” the driver of the transporter was grinning as he looked at them in the rearview mirror. “It’s very common in human females, to twitch like that.”

Amy blushed so hard that her face went darker than her hair, while the Doctor went quiet, no doubt trying to figure it out. “I’m fine,” she croaked out, going limp against the seat.

The Doctor took a deep breath, examining her critically, then paused. He took another deep breath through his nose, and then, to her surprise, blushed dark red. “Well, um….” He swallowed thickly and shifted in his seat. “Enjoy the ride.” He cleared his throat and turned to continue his conversation with the person next to him, although his voice sounded a bit… strained. When Amy glanced down at his lap, she caught sight of a slight bulge pressed against his thigh, and she had to grin. It seemed she wasn’t the only one enjoying the ride.