Chapter Three

He feels like lightning. Hot and sharp, filling up her insides in swift powerful strokes. She's not sure if she'll survive it. They're both slick heat and tense muscles. She doesn't care if they're up against the wall of her cell. Or that her leg was starting to cramp from balancing on one slender high heeled shoe. All that she cares about is the delicious friction he's creating as he slides into her, about the spine tingling noises that dropped from his lips against the skin of her neck in breathy pants. She can feel every thrust of his hips like a melody cast over her skin. Her entire body was awash with fire. One hand clutches at him, fingers digging into the pale skin of his back, holding him as close as she can physically manage. The other is tangled in the short dark locks, twitching with every toe curling hitch of his hips.

Her head rests against the wall, thrown back in agonised ecstasy. Voice dropping in and out as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She wasn't even sure what she was saying anymore, but she was pretty sure it had something to do with him not stopping what he was doing. She clenches her muscles, and is rewarded as he groans loudly. He mouths up her neck, finally catching her lips and swallowing her softly muttered words.

As if he can read her mind, and knowing it's the doctor she wouldn't exactly put it past him, his hands slip under her thighs and shift her, lifting her so that she can wrap her other leg around his waist. She whimpered at the change, it feels like he can get so much deeper now, like he's reaching places he shouldn't be able to. He hammers her, slamming against her with almost painful thrusts, like he's trying to nail her to the wall.

She pulls back from his mouth, suddenly desperate to see his eyes, those perfect old eyes. Her hands frame his face, his eyes fluttering open in slight confusion. It's her doctor staring back at her, the timelord with whom she'd danced through centuries. The confusion melted away, replaced by a warm affectionate smile.

He does something, twists his hips or rises up on his toes, she isn't quite sure and she can't find the effort to try and figure it out, because his next thrust damn near makes her black out. She feels the friction all through her, his heat inside her. It makes her entire body tighten, her brain short circuit as she tries to stay conscious through the waves of sensation. His eyes flicker with a gleam of very male satisfaction, it makes her smile.

It's building. She can feel it. The ultimate crescendo they've been playing towards. A tightening of muscles almost to the point of pain, yet somehow wonderfully addicting. She almost wants to say stop. To say that it's too much, too bright and the song far too intense to be survived. But before she can, it swallows her up and she comes apart in his arms. The world is reduced to nothing but light and mindless sensations. She can feel him within her, chasing the pleasure she's feeling. And when he shatters, their voices mingle in the solitude of her cell.

She keeps her eyes open, determined to remember every inch of this moment. One thing she does notice, even through the fog of satisfaction that fills her veins like liquid gold and erases almost all rational thought, is how beautiful he was when he was lost to pleasure. His hair is mussed, sticking up in odd places, eyes dark with sinful thoughts. His face flushed, jaw slack in exultation. It is this moment she treasures most. He lets down his guard, there's no daleks, no silence, no Time war crimes. All there is, is sensation and connection, sex and heat.

Authors note: WOW i am so sorry about not updating for this long, i went on an unexpected holiday journey and simply didnt have the time to write anything. i hope this makes up for it. I know it is kinda short considering the length of the last two chapters. but what can i say :D

Anyway i hope you enjoy, and you can forgive me :D

As always, please let me know what you think :D

~MadamRed