What do you mean?”
“What kind of dreams, Amy?” he asked turning around, his face hard and his eyes dark. It looked, well, rather inviting. XXX The water was crystal blue and cool. As her strokes sped up and her grip got stronger, his pelvis matched the rhythm her hand set, until the Doctor reached down to stop her. Amy focused on catching her breath and getting the sound of the king’s shrill voice out of her mind. They lay entwined on the floor of the library that came complete with a swimming pool. It shouldn’t have started in the first place.”
The Doctor turned from her rather abruptly. In fact, Amy was sure the Doctor had an entire monologue devoted to the terms ‘normal’ and ‘relative’ so she tended to keep such observations to herself.
