The chapter contains mild sexual activity and mild violence. A longer version will be posted at some point on Archive of our Own.

Also, i forgot how much i hate writing chapters like this.

Jaime and J.D teleported into the TARDIS, the Scots-girl still pissed off as ever. She angrily paced back and forth, growling and muttering.

Still a little woozy from the forced sexual activity, the Half-Time Lord tumbled to the grating, a little gasp escaping his mouth when that caused fresh pain in his rear end. But enough about himself, he was more worried about Jaime than himself. He could sense how angry she was and he was confused how she even got into that state.

Carefully easing himself back to his feet, J.D watched as Jaime continued to pace back and forth. It made him very wary. "Are you okay, Jaime?" He asked and gulped seconds later when she stopped and glared coldly at him. Something was different.

"Sexual activity." Jaime growled in reply.

"Excuse me?" He asked because he wasn't sure if he'd heard right.

"Sexual activity," Jaime repeated, fully turning to him. "The only fuckin' reason why those Foxkin targeted you is 'cause they smelled the sexual activity on you!" She growled.

J.D blinked in surprise. "Are you blaming me for getting myself kidnapped by walking talking humanoid Foxes?" He asked. But as soon as he said it, he knew it had been the wrong thing to say. His brown eyes widened when he sensed fresh anger from her, followed by a snarl emitting from her mouth.

"Strip!" She growled.

Frowning, the Half-Time Lord wondered if he'd mis-heard her again. "Sorry?" He said.

"Ye heard me!" Jaime growled back in reply, taking a step towards John. "I said strip. Take yer damn clothes off!"

Eyes widening again, J.D really hoped she was joking, but the way she was acting still worried him. "What, right now?" He asked. "In the Console Room?" He hoped the others were okay.

Apparently Jaime's patience was threadbare because she felt the need to use Mind Control on him. "Take your clothes off, NOW!" She commanded, voice echoing.

Brown eyes wide, John suddenly felt the need to take his clothes off, and did so, tossing them haphazardly all over the place, until he was completely naked and stood opposite the Scots-girl. Moments later he regained his senses and he shook the fuzziness out of his head. Then he realised he was completely naked and yelped before covering his privates with his hands.

Jaime giggled at his reaction, finding it cute until she became serious again. "Hands behind your back." She commanded next and J.D looked conflicted before being forced to put his arms behind his back. Commending his ability to attempt to fight the Mind Control, Jaime stared at the Half-Time Lord's penis, which was darker than the rest of him and half hard and still rising.

John shifted uncomfortably on his feet, wary of the way Jaime was looking at him. Something was seriously wrong and he wished the others would get back soon so he could figure it out with The Doctor. "Jaime, what's wrong?" He asked. "I've never seen you this angry." He needed to know.

Jaime ignored him. "Why d'ye wank so much?" She counter-asked.

"What?" J.D squawked and his face blushed in embarrassment. "I can't tell you that!" The cold look in her eyes chilled him to the bone as she took a step towards him.

"Would ye like me tae repeat the question?" Jaime growled at him. "Or I could force it out of ye!"

J.D gulped, still feeling embarrassed and was now feeling cold. "No need!" He squeaked, putting his hands up in defence.

"Well?" Jaime demanded, taking another step towards the Half-Time Lord, noting his blush was deepening.

J.D stepped back and bumped into the console. "I…can't help it," he said. "Every-time I cum I'm far too tic…sensitive to finish the job." John admitted, his face red at this point as waves of embarrassment washed off him. "And afterwards I'm always still…so unsatisfied." He looked down and shifted awkwardly on his feet as Jaime glared at him.

She then snorted laughter and shook her head, feeling confusion from her bond-mate. "Are ye sayin' you're actually ruinin' your own orgasms?" She asked but never gave J.D a chance to reply. "Nae wonder those Foxkin were so adamant tae get ye into their wee milkin' farm." John opened his mouth to speak, only for Jaime to beat him too it again. "You dinnae need tae use your hand tae make yerself feel good. I can dae tha' for you!" She suggested.

John smiled awkwardly, still feeling embarrassed. "Uhh, no…I'm fine." He replied. Normally he would be happy to 'feel good' with Jaime, but not when he could sense something was wrong with her. Although he felt he may have said the wrong thing judging by the angry scowl that had appeared on her face.

Jaime snarled angrily and took a couple of steps away from him. "Alright, if tha's how you want tae play it," she growled. "On yer knees." Jaime ordered. John just looked puzzled and ran his hand through his messy hair. "I said…ON YOUR KNEES!" Jaime roared loudly, making the poor Half-Time Lord jump in shock. And as extra incentive, she pulled on the tether that still held onto his testicles.

Letting out a pained yell of surprise when he felt the tug, J.D fell heavily on his knees and doubled over, gritting his teeth. He'd completely forgotten she had Telekinetically tethered him by his balls. Just his luck!

"Now, you're goin' tae do as you're told and listen tae me," Jaime told him, moving close to John and ruffling his hair before grabbing a handful and forcing him to look up at her. He grimaced painfully at the hair pulling but Jaime ignored it. "We're goin' tae tne bedroom and I'm goin' tae make you cum so hard." She promised.

For some reason J.D found his penis growing extra hard. He couldn't help it, it was like he was worried and excited at the same time.

"Follow me." Jaime spoke and turned away to go into the inner TARDIS.

Seconds later J.D hissed painfully when he felt a viscious tug on his testicles. So he gained his feet and went to follow Jaime, only for him to yelp out and stumble back to the grating when he felt a hard smack to the back of his head.

"WHA' DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?" His bond-mate roared as he rubbed the area that had been hit by a telekinetic slap.

"I thought I was following you!" J.D replied in a sarcastic way.

"Ye dinnae walk, ye crawl!" Jaime growled at him.

"What?" He blushed, looking up at Jaime, completely stunned. This was getting too much. "Jaime!" He whined, but he remained ignored.

"You crawl behind me, like a good wee puppy." Jaime reiterated.

Sighing, John watched in exasperation as Jaime walked out of the Console Room, then he quickly followed on his hands and knees when he felt the tug. Along the way he felt a sense of curious humour from the TARDIS. *Oh, don't you start!* He admonished the Time Machine. *Can't you do anything?* He asked and only received a negative in reply.

Apparently, he'd been going far too slow for Jaime's liking because he felt another viscious tug on his testicles. Letting out a groan, J.D hurried his pace along the corridor. A short time later they reached their room, which had once been just Jaime's room but now had similarities with The Doctor's room but with differences. Rose had complained about The Doctor's room being occupied by somebody else other than herself and The Doctor, so the TARDIS re-arranged Jaime's old room.

The Half-Time Lord crawled up onto the bed and sat down, slouching while watching Jaime pace in agitation as she rifled through her pockets. He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with her, and why she was acting the way she was.

Two seconds later John's eyes widened when Jaime pulled out two golden glowing peach-like fruit from her pocket. "Jaime! Where the bloody hell did you get those from?" He asked, sitting up straight and looking completely flabbergasted she even had the golden fruit in the first place. Didn't she know they were dangerous and forbidden on most planets?

"Ma' had 'em," the Scots-girl replied, looking at the fruit as if mesmerised by them. "Given tae her as thanks. Somethin' tae do with a dog."

Now John was even more puzzled. Why would Alexia have them and who gave her the fruit? "Look," he tried scooting towards Jaime but he stopped and winced at the pain in his arse. There was something else to worry about. "Don't you realise how powerful these fruit are? It's why they're preferred to on Siren and its nearest Planets…" To his surprise he found one being thrown at him and he easily caught it.

"Aye," Jaime replied. "Now eat it."

Furrowing his brows, J.D wondered if he was still mishearing things. "What? But…didn't you listen to what I just said? The Aphrodae is a powerful aphrodisiac and…"

"Eat it or I'll make you eat it!" Jaime growled.

Eyes wide, John gulped before looking down at the peach-like fruit. It was mesmerising the longer he looked at it, but that's because it was a fruit of the Sirens. And he really didn't want to eat it. But she was going to make him anyway.

Taking a deep breath, then blowing it out again, John raised the Aphrodae to his mouth and finally took a bite, chewing it. The fruit had a sweet and very juicy taste to it and the inside was pinky-red and just as juicy. He swallowed the bite and suddenly felt like he needed to eat a lot more of it.

Not even thinking twice, John began to snaffle the rest of the Aphrodae, pinky red sticky juice running down his chin. By the time J.D had finished eating the fruit he had juice all over his hands and most of his face, there was a warm tingly feeling throughout his body, his Mind was hazy and unthinking apart from the idea of sex, and he had a raging hard-on.

As he was licking his fingers of the sticky pink-red Aphrodae juice he heard his name being called and looked up, his eyes widening at a sight. Stood opposite him, with pinky-red juice all over chin and most of her face as well, was a very naked Jaime. Her nipples stuck out hungrily and bright red and he imagined what they would be like in his mouth.

But her vagina with its dark Raven pubes tantalised him even more and he thought about what it would taste like as well. His aphrodisiac'd Mind could barely comprehend those thoughts and he practically short circuited. So he started scooting forward on the bed, hands outstretched towards Jaime and whining like a bitch on heat.

Jaime chuckled and grinned at the Half-Time Lord's actions with his hands outstretched towards her. "See somethin' ye like?" She further teased him. She had eaten the spare Aphrodae and had been amazed how sweet and juicy it tasted. Now she felt deeply aroused, just like J.D. But unlike him her Mind wasn't as hazy, though she still had dirty fantasies over what she wanted to do to him. "I'll come tae you, big boy!" She said, eyeing how hard his penis was.

She moved towards the bed and practically jumped into J.D's lap, where he wrapped his arms around her and began to lick the fruit juice off her face. Letting out a moan and feeling herself throb with arousal, Jaime mirrored him by placing her arms around his shoulders and licking the excess juice off his face when she could. Waves and waves of his arousal was making her feel so wet, and she giggled as his wandering hands tweaked on a nipple or poked a finger or two into her privates.

Two minutes and fifty-three seconds later, Jaime snapped out of her Aphrodae fuelled arousal when her body metabolised it out of her system. Sighing, Jaime closed her eyes, letting J.D continually lick and feel her up. It angered her a little, and frustrated her even more that because of how quick her body metabolised she couldn't get drunk. Nor could an aphrodisiac influence her, it seemed.

Making a quick decision, Jaime used her super-strength to wench J.D's arms off her body so that she wasn't pinned down, then she picked up the Half-Time Lord and body slammed him into the mattress, stunning him breathless for the moment. Which was lucky for Jaime because she used her telekinesis to pin J.D to the bed. John quickly recovered and started struggling and whining.

"Calm down!" Jaime muttered, seductively crawling up his body, turning around and sitting so that his mouth was close to her vagina. He clearly got the picture because he began to lick and suck her. The Scots-girl moaned and giggled at the way his talented tongue found her most ticklish and sensitive spots. Soon enough she bent over his body, reached down and took a hold of his rock hard penis. "Time tae play you like a well played fiddle." Jaime spoke at it as if it were a mic that dribbled pre-cum.