Chapter 6

Charity lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her dark hair fanned around her head on the pillow as her hands rest on top of one another, on her stomach. So... Eliza had reacted as she normally does, a fit of rage.

Flashback

"What the fuck?" Shouted Eliza as she took one step through the TARDIS doors. She whipped her head around and tried stomping over to The Doctor, but Charity held her back, "You brought Charity here? You sick fuck! What were you doing? Trying to make her have your little alien babies?"

The Doctor held up his hands, "No, it wasn't like that!"

"Oh, really? What was it like, then?"

"W-we just... it was just..."

Charity could see The Doctor struggling to find the words to say, so she saved him, "It was just for fun, Liz. Just like you and Jack..."

Eliza turned to glare at Jack, "How do I know that you weren't trying to knock me up?"

Jack shook his head, "Trust me, you'd know if that was my intention..."

End of Flashback

After Charity had calmed Eliza down, Liz finally agreed to going traveling with The Doctor and Jack, with Charity. Now, Liz was in her room, that The Doctor had given her, and Charity was in hers. Charity couldn't sleep... She couldn't stop thinking about The Doctor. His hands on her body, the feeling of his body pressed against hers, the way he made her cum, TWICE, the soft and tenderness that he touched her with, the adoring look in his eyes before, during, and after sex, and the eager, but delicate way he kissed her. You didn't treat a one night stand like that... So, why is he trying to push her away?

"This is ridiculous..." Charity sighed, exasperated, as she threw off her covers.

Charity slipped her silk robe over her black bra and panty set, then quietly exited her room. She shut her door and went down the hall; she didn't know where she was going, but, from what The Doctor had told them, the TARDIS would lead you anywhere you needed to go. Soon, she found what she was looking for... The Doctor was in the library, lying on the red sofa, reading, with his red converse on the floor and his stocking feet propped up on the arm of the sofa and his glasses at the tip of his nose. Charity folded her arms over her chest and walked in the library, towards The Doctor, closing the door behind her.

The Doctor looked up, closed his book, and sat up, "Charity... What are you doing up?"

Charity sat on the sofa, next to him, curling her legs underneath her, "I couldn't sleep..."

The Doctor looked at her, skeptically, "Is that all?"

She shook her head, "No... I... I..." She sighed and looked down at the red cushion, "Oh, never mind... I'm being stupid."

He scooted closer to her, but then backed up a bit, fearing that he was pushing boundaries... despite the night that they had shared together. At the remembrance of that night, The Doctor felt his body get hot and his trousers get tight. It didn't help that the black silk, excuse for a robe, rode up on her legs, revealing a little of the black lace that she was wearing for knickers, and how much of her chest was being revealed. He followed the smooth creamy skin of her neck down to the outline of her D-cup breasts... She was beautiful, only a fool wouldn't see that... The Doctor looked back up and blushed when he saw that she was watching him ogle her body.

He stuttered, "I'm- I'm sorry..." He cleared his throat, "I'm sure it's not stupid... You can tell me."

She pulled her robe apart at her chest, but her robe still stayed tied, "It's better..." She got closer to him and straddled his lap, settling down and feeling his erection against her core, "if..." The Doctor closed his eyes as she took his glasses off, put them on the table, and held his face as her lips brushed against his, "... you let me show you."

Her lips wrapped around his top lip and he kissed her back. He kissed her again and could taste the small hint of her banana lip gloss on her lips. He breathed in, sharply, and grasped her hips, pressing her down onto him more as they kissed and she rocked against him. The Doctor gained back momentum and pushed her far enough away so she stopped grinding against his erection and so her lips detached from his.

"Charity, I can't," The Doctor told her, firmly.

"Please..." Charity whispered as she brought her lips closer to his, "please..."

"I can't..." She kissed him, once, then pulled her robe even farther apart, drawing The Doctor's attention to her chest, "You can... I know how bad you want it." She ground against his erection, "I can feel it..."

"Charity..."

"Please, Doctor..."

The Doctor gave in... he took his sonic out of his suit and soniced the door from the couch. Once he heard it click, he let his sonic drop from his hand, not caring where it landed, and pulled Charity closer, by her waist. Charity moaned as he kissed her and she ran her hands down his chest. She unbuttoned his suit jacket and he pulled her robe the rest of the way off of her, tossing it to the floor. She did the same with his suit jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt, throwing that elsewhere, also. The Doctor slipped his tongue in her mouth and she moaned as he unclasped her bra. Letting Charity toss her bra to the floor, The Doctor moved his mouth down her neck and to her chest. He took her right nipple in his mouth and she moaned as she tugged at his hair. The Doctor swirled his tongue around her peak, then repeated his ministrations on her other nipple. He bit her nipple, softly, and she gasped as she continued to grind against him.

"Fuck... Doctor..." She moaned.

The Doctor knew that he couldn't have his way with her here... He stood up with Charity, to go to his bedroom, but she had other ideas. Charity grabbed his hand and lead him over to his desk... She moved any papers that were on the desk, then bent over on it. The Doctor's breathing became heavier as he saw her lace covered bum up in the air. He went up behind her and ran his hands over the lace covering her bum, then slipped his first two fingers down, to rub against her lace-covered core. Charity moaned and The Doctor pushed off his trousers, leaning forward against her back.

The Doctor kissed her back, "You're sure about this?"

Charity nodded, "Yes..."

The Doctor got off of her, knelt down, and slipped the lace off her hips and down her legs. Charity blushed at the fact that her core was soaked and The Doctor's face was right there. Instead of standing back up, The Doctor spread her legs apart and ran his first two fingers down her slit. Charity moaned, softly, as he slipped his fingers inside of her and The Doctor used his thumb to press against her clit. It didn't take much... soon, Charity was cumming... Charity moaned as The Doctor brought her to orgasm, for the third time, all in all, and she felt fantastic! The Doctor stood back up and leaned against her, pressing her into him by pressing his hand against her breasts.

He ran his lips up her neck, to her ear, and whispered, "Are you sure?"

Charity moaned, "Yes..."

"I don't wanna do this here..."

"Where?"

"My room..."

She nodded and he turned her around, picked her up bridal style, and she giggled. He carried her through the door that connected to his room and laid her down, slowly, on his bed. He got on top of her and lowered himself onto her, slowly. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him flush against her. She could feel his cock right in between her folds and he groaned at feeling her so wet against him, again. He new that he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself... He slipped inside of her and groaned at how tight she was. It must natural for her to be this tight, because she shouldn't be, after their night together.

She pulled his face down towards hers more, "Be rough, Doctor... Do anything and everything to me... Show me how bad you want this."

He did as she said and pinned her wrists to the bed as he thrusted into her. She moaned loudly as he gave her the sex she was looking for. Not love making... Sex! She wanted this, they both did, and he was more than willing to do this for both himself and her, as long as she wanted it. He could've easily taken her on his desk, but he chose to be a gentleman and take her to a bed. Plus, if Eliza would've heard Charity say that he took her on his desk, 'cause he knew Charity was going to tell her everything, he would've gotten decked in the face. Liz already wants to punch him... best not to give her a reason to do so.

Charity moaned and arched her back as The Doctor pounded into her. Charity managed to free her wrists and wrapped her arms around The Doctor, rolling them over, and effectively pinning him to the bed. Charity pinned his wrists to the bed and kissed him, hungrily. She kissed down his chin, down his neck, and down his chest to his hips. She let go of his wrists and, before she could pleasure him with her mouth, he pulled her back up and sat up. Charity moaned as she felt his erection right in between her folds, and The Doctor went back to kissing her. Charity lifted her hips up, angled him at her entrance, and lowered herself back down onto him. They both groaned as The Doctor filled her to the hilt, and Charity pushed him to lay back down.

She leaned forward and kissed his lips, softly, as she smiled, "It's my turn, Baby..."

She straightened her back as she sat back up and The Doctor groaned at the new angle. Charity lifted her hips up, slowly, then slammed herself back down onto his shaft. The Doctor groaned and grasped her waist as he met her thrusts. She felt sinfully good, and The Doctor didn't ever want to give her up, but he had to. He continued to touch her... running his hands over her hardened nipples, down her smooth stomach, squeezing her breasts in his hands, and gripping her hips.

He had brought her to climax for the forth time, all in all, and he released all he had inside of her. They stilled their movements and Charity leaned forward, her head against his chest as she tried to catch her breath. She rolled off of him and lay down next to him; they both looked up at the ceiling, panting. They both lay there, in pregnant silence, as neither dared to say what was already known. They had fucked up, big time... The Doctor had told her that last night would be the last, but that was tarnished. It was so wrong... yet they knew that it felt so right. The Doctor couldn't explain it, but something about this human drew him in, and it was hard to say no. Same with Charity, she felt so in love with him, and she hardly knew him at all!

The Doctor spoke, "That shouldn't have happened..."

Charity knitted her brows together, "Then... why did it feel so good? So perfect, so right?" She turned her head to look at him, "I've never met anyone like you, Doctor..." He turned his head to look at her, "You're amazing... Don't make me let go of you..."

"You have to..."

She scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, putting her left leg over his, and looking up into his brown eyes, "I don't want to..."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, "I don't either, but we have to..."

"Just one more night?"

"Just for tonight... Then, it can't happen, again, understand?"

A thin layer of tears formed in her eyes as she shook her head at him, "I'm not making any promises..."

He nodded, "Neither am I..."

The Doctor kissed her, one last time, and a tear fell as Charity closed her eyes. When The Doctor broke the kiss, she settled in his arms and he pulled the covers over them. Charity fell asleep against his chest, marveling in the feel of how cool his skin was. Must be a Time Lord thing...

Author's Note: Looks like The Doctor's messed up, once again. ;) Review? :3