When I woke up, I was immediately greeted to light snoring and a heavy arm draped over my waist. Turning to my left with a small smile, I was met with the sight of the Doctor lying there dead asleep. Based on the way he was snoring it seemed he hadn't gotten a decent sleep in ages.

When I fell asleep he wasn't in here, he must have came in sometime last night. I snickered at the sight of his pajama pants strewn across the floor and the blankets kicked down to his feet. Apparently, the heat I radiated was too much for him.

I was slightly surprised and dare I say disappointed that he decided to leave his shirt on. A loud yawn escaped me as I sat up, getting out of bed. Waltzing over to my closet, I opened the doors throwing on a pair of pajama pants. It was probably better that I didn't just walk out in my underwear.

Looking over the Doctor's sleeping figure, I smiled gently leaving my room making my way down the hall. My thoughts drifted over to how I was supposed to tell the Doctor. At this point, I'd almost known him for a year and he still didn't know the truth.

I honestly didn't know what I was thinking when I decided lying would be better, because now I have myself in this situation. Dug so deep it seemed impossible to climb back out. Where on Earth was River Song when you needed her?

Maybe she'd clue me in on how the Doctor finds out. Though I wished she would, I knew I had a fat chance of that.

River was quite keen on her spoilers.

I was knocked out my thoughts when I was about halfway to the console room. I froze hearing odd noises coming from the room, it took me a second to comprehend that it was a conversation happening.

"Well, Mr. Centurian, I think I'm going to need to arrest you."

"Oh, policewoman, please don't handcuff me down."

My mouth dropped in confusion, realizing this was Rory and Amy talking. What the hell were they talking about? Moving at a faster pace, I came to halt in the doorway of the console room unsure of how to go about the scene in front of me.

Amy was dressed in a police woman's outfit, while Rory was dressed in the Roman wear he had been in when the Pandorica opened. That wasn't the oddest part though, currently, Amy had Rory handcuffed to one of the seats by the railing forcing him to sit on the chair.

Amy herself was kneeled down in level with his crotch as she held what I soon recognized as the Doctor's sonic screwdriver, waving it around his area down 'there'. The sonic buzzed lighting up as Rory suddenly grunted in pleasure, Amy's eyes widening as she if she realized what she was doing.

With a smirk, Amy pushed the same button on the sonic causing it to light up and Rory to moan once more. "Mmm, do you like that." She asked him, my jaw hitting the ground as I covered my mouth.

I think I'm going to be scarred for the rest of my life.

Behind me, footsteps sounded making me turn to face the Doctor who looked wide awake. The Doctor's eyes lit up as he caught sight me, his legs now covered with his pajama pants and his hair tousled from sleep.

"Effie-" He started only to be cut off by Rory moaning again, causing the Doctor to freeze looking around in confusion.

Amy's pleasured sigh made the Doctor's eyes go huge as he hurried to where I was standing. Not necessarily wanting the Doctor to catch the newlywed couple, I stopped him from entering the console room frantically shaking my head.

Gripping his shirt, attempting to stop him. "Trust me, you do not want to go in there," I whispered, the Doctor ignoring me.

"This is my console room!" He whispered back, pushing past me taking in the sight for himself.

The Doctor let out a dramatic ear-piercing scream, covering his eyes. The couple jumped, turning to look at us wide-eyed. Amy held the sonic screwdriver up as if she had been caught red-handed and Rory looked to just be getting over his pleasure fit.

"Stop everything!" The Doctor commanded, refusing to move his hand that was covering his eyes.

I shrugged as their eyes moved to me, watching the Doctor gather himself moving his hand away from his eyes.

"Is that my screwdriver?" Was the first thing that left his mouth, looking as if the Pond's had tainted his poor screwdriver. "For all of Gallifrey, give me that back!" The Doctor ran to Amy, snatching the screwdriver from her grasp cooing at the inanimate object, holding it to his chest.

Amy was quick to uncuff Rory, stuffing the handcuffs back into the pockets of her policewoman skirt.

"We were just having a bit of fun." Amy meekly told the Doctor, helping Rory stand. "Besides, your screwdriver serves as an excellent toy-" Amy was cut off by the Doctor sticking his fingers in his ears, shaking his head.

"No! I've been tainted by your foul activities. And you've defiled my poor screwdriver!" Amy rolled her eyes at the Doctor's dramatics, grabbing Rory's hands.

"C'mon, Rory, we'll continue this in the room." They began walking to the hallway only for Amy to stop facing the Doctor. "Can we borrow your screwdriver for a bit?"

"NO!" Amy and Rory ran down the hallway laughing as the Doctor looked ready to cry for his screwdriver.

Comfortingly, I placed a hand on his back patting him. "Why don't you make me breakfast, please? Then, you can forget about that." I said in an almost sarcastic tone, that the Doctor didn't pick up on.

"Okay, but I don't think anything will ever make me forget..." His nose crinkled with disgust. "That."

I smiled at his words, shrugging. "They're a new married couple, you had to expect they'd be going at it like rabbits." The Doctor looked at me blankly.

"Please, for all of sanity, never say that again." He shivered in repulsion. "She was a little girl a year ago to me, I don't want to ever think about them doing 'that'." I laughed at his words, the two of us walking to the kitchen in our pajamas.

Slipping in the table chairs, I casually swung my legs watching as the Doctor got out some pans beginning to make something. It was only five minutes after that a wonderful smell hit my nose practically making me drool.

Raising a brow, I stood from my chair walking to where the Doctor stood flipping some sort of dough.

"What's that?" I hummed curiously, resting my head on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his waist.

The Doctor tensed in surprise at my actions, before relaxing. He rose a questioning brow my way, flipping another one.

"Pancakes," I watched him flip it again, tilting my head on his shoulder. "Should be ready in five minutes."

I nodded, allowing my fingers to graze along the waistband of his pajama trousers. The Doctor took a sharp intake of breath freezing at my touch, I knew my hands must've felt rather warm amongst that area.

At this point, I wasn't exactly sure where I was going with this. Not wanting to stop, I tilted my head allowing my lips to graze across his neck, laying delicate butterfly kisses on his exposed skin.

The Doctor went ridged, and I smiled sensing he had no clue what to do in this situation. He swallowed heavily but continued on with baking breakfast giving me no sign to stop.

It wasn't until I kissed the center of his neck that the Doctor let out a small shutter, silently indicating me that I had reached his sweet spot. I smirked against his skin, happy I was the first one in our relationship to find out these physical little quirks about him.

With no warning, I began sucking on his sweet spot causing the Doctor to yelp out in surprise. He jumped, hands suddenly releasing the spatula he was using, gripping the sides of the counter harshly.

His breath came slightly strangled as he kept his back to me, tilting his head allowing me easier access. I continued my merciless attack on his neck, fingers wandering to the hem of his waistband.

All of the sudden much to my shock, his body started humming. I mean full on vibrating, heavy purrs fell from his mouth causing my lips to suddenly stop. I moved away from the Timelord in confusion, only stopping when he suddenly grunted.

"Please, don't leave..." He almost begged, spinning around and pressing my body against his frantically. "You're not leaving again." He whispered, taking my lips as his own.

I made a sound of a surprise but kissed him back. I wasn't sure where all this sudden attraction came from, but I assumed it was from our time away from each other. Perhaps, I was a more attached to the Doctor than I previously believed.

The second I got my hands to his hair, the sizzling of the stove interrupted us causing the Doctor to jump high. With a wild blush, he turned around quickly setting the now done pancakes on two plates.

I smirked, taking one of the plates purposely brushing up against him as I did so, waltzing back to my chair proudly. The Doctor himself only adjusted his ruffled pajama shirt, grabbing his own plate while joining me at the table.

He refused to make eye contact, instead opting to eat his pancakes quietly. I moaned dramatically upon tasting the heavenly goodness, the Doctor becoming even more flustered at my prominent noise.

"What was that back there?" I quirked a brow at the Doctor, who shuffled as many pancakes bites his mouth could fit. "You know, your body humming and all the vibrating-" The Doctor cleared his throat, ears turning pink as he finally met my gaze.

"It's a Timelord thing..." He elaborated, watching as I ate my pancake with an unnecessary amount of attention.

"Hmm," I hummed, sitting back in my chair, the wood creaking slightly. "Question two..." I kicked my leg up on the table, my tank top riding up. The Doctor obviously didn't miss it, as his gaze flickered down to my exposed skin for barely a second before he was clearing his throat looking back into my eyes. "Your screwdriver, why does it make people feel like their having an orgasm?" The Doctor began coughing at my words.

"What?" He choked out making me shrug.

"I meant to ask a while back, Amy doing it to Rory just reminded me of that." I casually took another bite of the pancake, happy with the fluffiness of it. "I mean you did that to me when I found you sleepwalking a little while ago..." The Doctor again choked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What!"

"Yeah, when you were sleeping walking all that time ago, I tried bringing you to bed but you started pointing your sonic at me. At first, it hurt like hell then you suddenly changed it and it made me feel all good inside." I sighed, remembering the memory from a few months ago. "So I was just wondering, why does it do that?"

The Doctor was now hiding his face in his hands shaking his head. I rose my brows as he suddenly began pounding his head against the table top, muttering a series of 'why' over and over again.

"Take it easy, Timelord. I was just curious." The Doctor looked at me, looking like his usual awkward flustered self.

"Fine, if you put it to the right setting, then it can affect the human body... oddly." He paused as if to gather his thoughts. "Of course, I never put it on that setting! Wait," He seemed to realize something looking at me accusingly. "Are you the reason Amy knew how to do that to Rory?" I shrugged at his answer, quickly finishing my pancakes standing up.

"Oh, look at the time!" I nervously laughed, checking my wrist as if there was a watch there. "I believe it's time to get ready for the day, see you later!" I ran out of the kitchen hearing the Doctor call out for me angrily.

"Get back here, Effie!" He yelled as I laughed racing to my room.

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"How's this even possible, she's never played hide and seek, yet we've been searching for her for over an hour!" I stayed planted in my hiding spot, smirking as I listened to the conversation going on just a little ways off.

Amy after hearing I had no clue to most of Earth's childish games, suggested a little game of hide and seek. The Doctor, of course, was on board the moment she said it, Rory agreed to it after Amy begged him a bit.

The Doctor made the excuse that if he were to hide none of us would ever find him, and so we decided it was him who should be it. He found both Amy and Rory a while ago, and now the three were searching for me.

I snickered silently, happy that they still hadn't found me. I could stay here all day.

"Ugh! I don't know, Pond. Effie's known to be rather spontaneous, we shouldn't be surprised she's naturally good at hiding." The Doctor grumbled, obviously irritated he hadn't found me.

"Doctor, we've checked the library three times already, come on, let's go look around the pool," Rory said, Amy, humming in agreement.

"Alright fine, I'll meet you guys. Let me just do one more round in here to make sure we haven't missed her somehow." I smirked, knowing he'd never find me.

In the library, there was a small wedge just big enough to fit me between the bookshelves. It was true they had checked the library three times and didn't find me, it was almost impossible to find unless you had great eyes.

I listened to Amy and Rory leave the room, peeking out from the small crack watching as the Doctor paced along the opposite side of the library. The Doctor sighed, myself quickly darting back in the coverage of the bookshelf seeing as he was walking along my direction.

I held my breath, hoping he didn't notice my form as he passed. Letting out a breath of relief when he passed, my eyes widened when I realized it was rather loud.

Immediately knowing not to take a chance, I stepped out from in between the shelves in the opposite direction of the Doctor. The Doctor who had heard my breath was quick to jump in front of my previous hiding place holding his sonic screwdriver toward it lighting up the small crevice.

"AHA!" He shouted in glee, which soon turned to confusion upon not seeing me there.

I laughed, running away trying to find another hiding place quickly.

"OH! I hear you, Effie!" The Doctor was pacing around, trying to get to me before I hid again.

Just as I was about to make a run for the door, a clever idea hit me. With a small smirk, I wasted no time in padding my way to where the Doctor stood.

Unable to conceal the smile as he was facing in the other direction, using his sonic to scan the area for any readings, I leaped in the air knocking him down.

"AHH!" He let out a strangled scream, gasping as he toppled to the ground rolling over so he was lying on his back, the front part of his body facing me.

He gazed up at me in surprise, while I only rose a brow, effectively amused at his almost comical looking figure.

Slyly, I lifted my leg placing it on his chest preventing him from getting up.

"Found you." The Doctor wheezed out, straightening his red bowtie as he did so.

Puckering my lips, I smirked at him. "That's how it would appear, but I'm not the one trapped to the floor, am I?" I taunted, the Doctor only scowling in reply.

"Let me up." He complained, myself pretending to think before ultimately shaking my head causing him to groan in disdain.

"Okay, but first..." I wasn't exactly sure where I was going with this, trying to think of something to use against him.

The Doctor clearly saw my pondering look and used this to his advantage. In hindsight, I should have seen this coming.

Quickly, the Doctor wrapped his hand around my leg holding him down. With force, he tugged it forward causing me to come crashing down on top of him.

With a laugh, I playfully smiled at him resting my forehead on his. Before either of us could do anything, Amy's voice cut through.

"Oh, Rory!" I could tell just by the tone of her voice she was joking, but the Doctor took it the complete opposite way.

With a scream, he pushed me off him racing out of the library. "Not in the pool room!" I laughed watching him run to get to them, shaking my head at how easily he could be fooled.