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These cuffs were no joke. The threads of time itself were swirling too fast inside you.

You were unraveling under the weight of it.

He laid both hands on your temples and closed his eyes.

“Shhh. It felt so naughty and wrong to be helpless like this. With the video he had of me tying myself up, no one would ever believe anything he did to me was rape.

Every tear.”

He looked at you as if seeing you for the first time.

And for the thousandth time all at once.

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling you fully into his arms again.

You curled into him, resting your head beneath his chin, your arms around his waist.

They were transparent every were but a strip over her bush. Memories flashed through your mind too fast to hold—your wedding, Gallifrey's fall, your husband's laughter, the birth of time itself—rushing through you with a force no mortal could endure.

Your knees gave out.

Amy lunged forward with Rory right behind her.

His fingers wove into your hair, and yours into the lapels of his coat.

Time bent gently around you.

Even the TARDIS was still.

Hours passed like moments.

Amy poked her head in once, saw the two of you curled together on the floor, and silently backed away with Rory in tow, offering you peace.

In the quiet afterward, you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes again.

“No more giving everything unless we both agree on it,” you said firmly.

He gave a wry grin.

And I carried them all with me. I was hopelessly addicted to submission and femdom porn. “We’ll, uh… give you two a moment.”

As they left, the Doctor pulled you fully into his arms, burying his face in your hair.

The two of you sat like that for a long while, wrapped in silence, surrounded by the ashes of belief and the weight of eternity.

His hands found your face before he’d even dropped to his knees.

“Y/N,” he breathed, “no, please…”

You weren’t unconscious—you were deeper than that. He teased me at first, running his fingers up and down my inner thighs before cupping my big bottom.

"You have a very cute bubble butt boy toy.

I could see a few of her long ginger pubic hairs in the lining of the crotch.

There's a fence around our yard, but there are plenty of places a person could peep in. I understood the more they could hurt and humiliated me, the more they'd like it. But we’re still here.”

“We’re still here,” he echoed.

And in the center of that console room, surrounded by the stars and the song of a healed system, the two of you held each other—not just as lovers or Time Lords, but as the only two people who could ever truly understand what it meant to live forever.

And still choose love.