Deep in the mountains of a planet with violet skies and blue dirt, with vibrant yellow grass that scratched your legs and forests the colours of the rainbow, the Doctor found he didnât care about the colours or the atmosphere or the natives or the talking plants, nor care even for the very reason he had landed on this planet to begin with. Didnât care that the TARDIS was miles away, didnât care that he had been paying so little attention he probably wouldnât be able to find her anyway.
Not with her lips moving in the way they did and her hands pressing into his chest firmly so his back was stiff against the trunk of the tree and her maddeningly vibrant hair was whipping in the breeze, occasionally brushing against the sides of his face. Nothing else mattered because they were no longer Amy and the Doctor but they were AmyandtheDoctor. He was hers and she was his and it was impossible and inexplicable and inevitable.
Her nails were scratching at his sides, and even through the crisp layer of clothing and binding braces he could feel the traces of sore skin beginning to form, but he didnât mind because between her gasps and his sighs he loved it. He loved her and it and them and all of it because she was gangly and impossible and feisty and Scottish and Amy. She was her and it crept up inside of him, spreading and flaring and growing throughout every inch of him until it felt as though he were on fire, but he didnât quite mind because it had always been like that. She was a fire he never needed to run from.
It was metaphorical, of course, because moments later he could feel a mixture of light and heavy drops of liquid bouncing off his skin. Rain, rain, rain. But the fire inside of him, inside of her, dancing around them didnât flicker or die, but he found they only gripped each other tighter, her hands more forceful and his fingers more urgent. And even as the rain became a constant, pounding down on them between the limbs of the tree, the liquid pelting down onto him and slicking his shirt against his skin and her hair turning a dark auburn as it dampened, none of it ever mattered. Because finally - finally - they were AmyandtheDoctor.
