Hey guys. This seems to be a Help Me Write Porn post
Although it was quite a while since I turned 17, I decided to write a NC-17 fic only recently. I didn’t think I’d be any good at it, and I was right.
It’s gonna be Amy/Rory, but it’s a lot more…painful, I guess…than sexy. Amy gets Rory to do something he doesn’t really want to do, so I suppose it’d be tagged ‘dubcon’? I don’t know, really. Anyway, I’ma gonna show you what I’ve got so far:
On the 23rd July- two months, one week, five days since the Leaving- the streetlights went out. It didn’t mean anything. But Amy thought it did, and Rory found her eventually on the grass in the village grass, beneath the moonlight.
“There’s not many stars,” she said, when he sat down next to her. “I swear, there used to be more.”
“Um. I dunno. Maybe. Won’t Aunt Sharon wonder where you are?”
“No,” she said with finality. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down to her level. “Leadworth looks different in the dark.”
It did. The shadows were more pronounced and it gave the whole place a feeling of oldness. It made Rory oddly uncomfortable. He liked the comforts of humanity, and lights in a darkened town were one of those things. “Powercut, Jez down the road says. They’ll come back on soon.”
“I thought you wanted to talk about last night.”
“Um.” He moved closer to Amy. Things happened down below as he did so. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”
“Sleeping with your best mate, it’s not actually meant to happen, yeah?” She looked at him. “Was I your first time?”
Rory was many things, but he was also a twenty-one-year-old boy, and so he looked away and said, “No.” Amy looked away again and back towards the stars.
“It feels so lonely here,” she said. “Like being all alone in the universe.”
“I don’t want you to be lonely,” Rory said helplessly. “Let’s go inside.”
She shook her head. Then she reached for his hand. And then she reached for something else.
“Amy!”
“I just told you I was lonely, you said you didn’t want me to be-come on, you want this!”
“You’re my friend, my best friend-“
“Amy,” Rory said, and fought for the best words, “you haven’t been quite right, since he left…”
“I wasn’t ever quite right. Have sex with me.”
She pressed her hand right down on his penis, so hard that it hurt a little. He stood up, fast. “Not here.”
“Course not here, what d’ya think I am?”
He tried to answer that, but no words came out, because he was of course totally in love with her and had been since day one. She led him back to her house. It looked dismal in the dark. Last time it hadn’t been her bedroom, it had been his, and so he remembered now the toys and images that littered her house…
“I can’t do it in front of him like that,” Rory said, full of second-time nerves. “All those Doctor toys. It weirds me out. Sorry.”
Amy rolled her eyes and pushed him onto the bed, hard. “You’ll just have to get used to it.” She started pulling his trousers off.
“Amy, are you sure we’re not moving too fast?”
“No,” she said, and got to it almost instantly- she climbed on top, and pushed things into where she wanted them to go. She was good at sex, she had been before, and she writhed and gasped at the appropriate moments. He hoped she wasn’t faking it. But what did he know? She was the experienced one.
Before long it was over, and he panicked. As Amy rolled off him he said, “You’d tell me if I was rubbish, right?”
“I would,” she said, but she didn’t. “Want to do it again?”
“I just need a minute.”
Amy moved close and cuddled up to him, which surprised Rory immensely. She ran her fingers through his hair as well, and said, “You should get your hair cut,”
“I…I will, then.”
“Do you think he’ll ever come back?”
A multitude of thoughts, most of them painful, cascaded through Rory’s head. “I don’t know.” He wanted to say take me with you if you go, please take me with you, but he didn’t know how she would react. He had just decided to say it anyway when she reached over him and started rummaging through her bedside drawer. She withdrew a pair of scissors, and Rory thought she was going to cut his hair, but then she handed them to him.
“What’s this for?”
In response, she spread her legs. “Put them in there.”
“What?”
“You know.”
“I’m not doing that, it’s dangerous!”
“I’ve done it before, it never hurts or anything. I like it.”
“I-“
“Would you just do it?”
Very, very gingerly, he did. Amy seemed to enjoy it. She writhed beneath him as he manuvered the scissors around. He wasn’t enjoying it, though- while he was glad to be able to make Amy feel that way, his discomfort was winning out.
“Amy, I’m gonna stop now, okay?”
Really I need Rory to say something medical-ish here, like “Amy, if I carry on I might pierce your X and that will lead to X,” but I dunno what. Anyway, I’m gonna head off and do more research, but if anyone has any comments it will help hugely! :D