A/N: Hello! Just want to say thanks to those who reviewed and added this to their alerts :)

Anya - believe me, I love those 'dark urges' moments too. I think you'll like this chapter ;)

Ourania-Annais - I'm touched that you always look forward to this. Means a lot :D

Lady Brid - Hehe, it's only because I try and stay tasteful instead of sounding coarse :P Hopefully you'll like this chapter even more ;)

Lorna Roxen - thank you, my dear. Glad you've stuck with this, makes me happy :D

Just a heads-up: my work experience starts tomorrow, so updates may be slower than before. I'll try and be as quick as I can, but no promises. Hopefully this bit will make up for any unreasonable waiting :)

Onwards we go!

"Wrong. Wrong. Utterly wrong!"

The Doctor watched, amused, as Ondine looked appalled at the museum's display.

"How wrong can you get? It's clearly not from the Valatine Galaxy. How could they not know that?" She threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. "This is the Delirium Archive! Largest museum in the whole entire cosmos, and they can't even get the simplest artefact information right!"

He grinned. "Exactly how I feel. You haven't even seen the Gallifreyan relics yet."

"Oh, Rassilon." She passed a hand over her face. "Do I want to? Bound to be totally – why are you laughing?"

His eyes sparkled as delight flooded his whole being.

"Do you know how long it's been since I could share this with someone and have them feel the same way I do?" he said, smiling. "I couldn't do this for decades, not even with the Master."

Despite her irritation, her lips curved, and she ran her fingers along the glass casing of the exhibit in front of her.

"Just you and me, then."

"Oh, yes." He grinned. "The Doctor and the Renegade, saving the universe."

"Quite right too." Her eyes twinkled. "Come on, I want to see our things."

It wasn't long before she found something.

"Theta…"

The Doctor looked up from studying a display. "What?"

"Old High Gallifreyan."

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Well, it would be!"

She shook her head. "I know, but it's a message. On a Home Box."

He cocked his head, coming over. "What does it say?"

"'Hold on.'"

"What, you can't read it? No wonder, you're only six centuries old. Let me try."

"Oi! Almost seven hundred, thank you very much! And that's what it says: 'Hold on."

He peered at the ancient cube, his eyebrows twitching.

"There's more," Ondine said softly. "'Hold on to the vortex.'"

The Doctor's eyebrows shot up. "Meaning…?"

"I have no idea. 'Hold on to the vortex… sweetie.'"

"'Sweetie'?"

She nodded, her brain still scrambling. "Yes, 'sweetie.'"

His eyes widened, and he stared at the cube.

"No…"

Apprehension shot through Ondine as her Mate's expression became unnerved.

"What? What is it?"

No answer.

Instead he took out his sonic and zapped the display.

The glass casing shattered, causing alarms to blare immediately. He grabbed the box and raced down the hallway.

"What are you doing, you madman?" Ondine cried, sprinting after him.

"It's my writing, my stuff!" he shouted back.

"Our writing, you mean!"

"Exactly! Come on!" He bounded into the TARDIS, and Ondine groaned as she followed him, closing the door behind her.

"Theta, what aren't you telling me?"

"… the thing is, she shouldn't even be able –"

"She?" Ondine's mouth went dry. "Who's 'she'?"

"Her."

Ondine approached the console and glanced at the screen.

A woman with corkscrew curls and a mischievous smile was sitting in a cell, dressed in a long black dress. She was simply lying on the bunk, her eyes

"Her name is River Song," he said quietly. "She's a time traveller, like you and I, only our timelines are back to front. Her past is my future, and vice versa. She keeps popping up, for reasons that I don't know, that I can't know. She's a good friend, if a little teasing –"

"Heard that, Doctor," came a voice from the screen.

He blinked. River Song was smiling at the camera, and she waved her fingers.

"Bugging the TARDIS was surprisingly easy," she continued. "And I see you have a companion… or should I say Mate?"

Ondine's eyes dilated.

"How…?" she whispered. River winked.

"Spoilers."

"I hate you," the Doctor muttered. River laughed.

"No, you don't!" she said cheerfully. He rolled his eyes.

"Why did you write that, River? On the Home Box, why?"

"Oh, sweetie, do you really think I'd just give you the answer? That it'd be that simple?" Her eyes glinted. "You'll find out soon enough, Doctor."

"You wrote it?" Ondine said in disbelief. "Old High Gallifreyan!"

"I had a good teacher," River explained, her expression full of implications. She smiled again. The Doctor swallowed.

"Right." His voice was hoarse. "Right. Hmm. Well. Okay. Anything else I should know?"

She shook her head. "Spoilers," she repeated, touching her lip. "Just… enjoy the fireworks."

His eyes bulged. "What?"

"Bye-bye, sweetie. Ondine, nice to meet you. Again." She winked, and the screen went black.

Ondine stared at the Doctor. He stared back at her.

They both exploded with incredulity.

"What?"

"How? How did she know my name? How does she know Gallifreyan? Why is she in prison?"

He closed his eyes, his hand over his face.

"First question: rephrase that one. Second: she's already met you. Third: I dread to think. Fourth: the same answer to the third," he said curtly. Ondine sighed.

"All right. I'm going to the kitchen. I need fish custard. Coming?"

For once, he declined.

"No. I need to think."

"Never stop, do you?" Her tone was wry, and he rubbed his jaw.

"No, and neither do you. I know what you're like. Stop worrying."

"Same to you. Look at me, Theta."

Reluctantly, he met her gaze, and she kissed him, trying to ease his tensions. His hand curved on her hip, and the other cupped her jaw as he melted against her.

"Better?" she whispered. He smiled, touching his lips to her nose.

"Much."

She took his hand. "I know just where we can go."

She led him to their room, where slowly she undressed him, gazing at his nakedness in pure delight. He growled, the sound rumbling low in his chest.

Immediately he was on her, by her, touching her with promises of love as he removed every piece of clothing from her delicious body. His whispers of ecstasy almost sent her tumbling over, but he laid her on the thick carpet, gentle, effortless. His eyes glittered, and her back arched as he began kissing a trail up her legs, closer and closer to her core, higher, higher, oh Rassilon, yes, please, higher –

She cried out as he deliberately stopped just before he could reach that sweet spot, and he chuckled darkly.

"You think I was going to give that to you so quickly? Oh, no, love. No. I intend to ravish you. Yes. What say you, beloved? Yay or nay?"

She whimpered as his fingertips grazed the insides of her thighs, and her whole body trembled with anticipation. His lips set her skin ablaze, and she grasped the carpet as he tried her, tasted her, sent her keening for his touch, his fingers, tongue, lips, anything. His hair brushed her breasts, teased her as he angled her throat to press his mouth to that oh so sensitive spot there. Electricity thrummed through her, and her legs twitched. She found herself arching towards him, desperate, seeking the only thing she knew would save her from certain insanity.

He sat back, smiling. She stared, shocked. His lips curved deliciously.

"Storm-tossed maiden," he whispered. His eyes glowed with desire, and her body shuddered with inherent need. His gaze travelled all along her, drinking in her wild appearance, the tightness of her posture, her sheer anxiety for his touch.

Suddenly he moved so fast he was almost a blur, and then she cried out as he continued his wicked assault on her. His eyes met hers as he stole a hot, sinful kiss from her cherry mouth, and his fingers teased her nipples, sending rivulets of fire rushing through her veins. She caught her breath as he plundered every inch, worshipping her as if she were his goddess.

His thoughts invaded hers, and there was only one word, one dark, delectable, decadent word.

Mine.

Then, their minds merged, and she gasped as his lust combined with hers, it was too much, too hot, hungering, desperate, his eyes, oh that look, his touch, need him, need him now –

He plunged into her, at last giving it all, and she screamed, twisting, pulling him deeper and deeper as they rode out their shared frenzy.

"Mine," she managed to say as he drove her higher, into a maelstrom of emotion, yes, yes, yes, more, now -

"Yes," he gasped, his eyes wild. "Yours."

One final thrust, one last cry, and they tumbled over the edge.

A/N: Did that all satisfy your lemony cravings? I should hope so ;) Anyway, review, and I'll try and get the next chappy up asap :D

Lightning xoxo