A/N: well, here we are, another chapter...hope you enjoy! Thanks so much for your reviews, it's awesome, more than I expected! :-)) I've replied to the one that I can, and those that I couldn't reply to (Sobi, dragon3mage and Shelby) thanks to you as well! Thanks as well for adding me to your Alerts!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Sadly. If I did I would NEVER have changed the Daleks into those giant Lego...creature...things.

Rating: since last posting, i'm thinking about changing the rating to a T, I don't think this story is going down the graphic M rated route...i've decided to focus more on plot and less on smut, because I had a sudden idea for plot yesterday... I hope you will still like it; while there will be Doctor/Lucie action, though it will be implied rather than explicit...use your imagination, folks ;-)

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Last time...

The Doctor grinned. "Because there's someplace better..."

And with that he entwined his fingers in mine and opened one of the doors.

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The intricately carved door swung open to reveal the most luxurious room I'd ever seen. The bedroom had high ceilings and the thickest cream carpet I had ever come across. there was a bar with high wooden stools and a pillar to one side of the room, filled with water, and had some type of small fish swimming in it.

But it was the bed that caught my attention. It was enormous, padded with the thickest duvet and topped with about a dozen cushions and pillows.

As I stood in the doorway, gaping in amazement, I was suddenly swept into the Doctor's arms as he effortlessly picked me up. I was speechless; for someone as lean as him, the Doctor was incredibly strong-i knew I wasn't light. He held me against his chest and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling at him.

"Aren't I really heavy?"

"Not really, no."

"Wow, you're strong then."

"Not really, no."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Not really-" he stopped when I glared up at him. "I mean, wait and see..." he said with a wink.

And he took me over to the colossal bed and gently set me down in the middle. Then he sat down beside me and bent over to kiss me again.

"D'you know, I could get used to this..." I murmured. His lips hovered over my face, frozen before they reached my own waiting lips.

"Pardon?" He raised his eyebrow quizzically.

"What? It's true..." I was puzzled by his reaction. "I've dreamt of this for ages, and now..."

I couldn't read the Doctor's expression. It looked like an almost tortured expression. "It wasn't supposed to happen this way...but they're right, always right, and I ignored them...stupid, stupid..." he started to mumble to himself.

"Doctor? What's wrong?" My voice seemed to pull him back from whatever painful brink he was rapidly approaching. He blinked hard once, and then smiled lop-sidedly at me, where I was still lying on the bed. "Oh," he said, "and I thought I was single-handedly corrupting an innocent girl...it seems she is asking to be seduced..."

"Naturally," I said, "I am more than willing to be seduced by someone like you...if it's good enough for Madame de Pompadour, it's good enough for me..." I said with a wink. Then I realised this was a good opportunity to ask something that had been bothering me for a while.

"Did you and Madame de Pompadour ever..." I tailed off suggestively, hoping he would catch my drift.

"Ever what?"

"You know..."

"Nope, not got a clue."

"Did you ever...you know...sleep together?" I asked, fighting a blush and kicking myself. I mean, who asks a guy about his previous sexual exploits when he is currently leaning over you as you lie on a-very comfortable-bed, and he's running a finger across your cheek? You just don't, do you?

"I'm not sure if that's any of your business is it?" He asked, not unkindly.

"I guess not, I was just curio-" he cut me off with a gentle kiss.

And this time, his hands began to wander. First lightly caressing every inch of my face, tracing my eyelids and my cheekbones, and moving slowly down towards my neck.

I followed his lead, using my own hands to investigate his neck and back. And before I knew it, the Doctor was lying beside me, as I had too often dreamed of. He deepened the kiss and his hand began to massage my breast. Gods, nothing had ever felt as good as this-he was using the lightest touch and yet it felt like I was on fire. The other hand found itself wrapped in my hair again, gently tugging it. I became lost in the kiss, so much so that I barely noticed the fact that I was becoming short of breath. I reached for the Doctor's jacket buttons, intending to undo them and relieve him of his extra layer.

"No."

I froze, dumbstruck. What did he mean, no? After all this and he was going to back out now? I was hurt, on the verge of tears. I had never felt so hurt by rejection in my whole life. I felt dirty and led on. In fact, I went from shocked to confused to hurt to furious within the space of a minute.

"What do you mean, no? How dare you! I-" I burst out. He suddenly placed a finger on my lips.

"I mean, no, we never slept together."

And of course it all slotted into place. He wasn't rejecting me, he was just being my stupid, flippant Doctor, who I couldn't ever hate.

"Thank you." I whispered to him. I continued to unbutton his jacket.

And this time he didn't try to stop me.

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A/N: So, the question is, why was the Doctor suddenly so upset that Lucie loved kissing him (though, honestly, surely no-one would complain…lol)? I can assure you there is a story, and all will be revealed in due course…;)

So...what's your verdict? I really hope I'm doing a good job, let me know by leaving reviews!

Oh, and if you think that based on what I've written in this story, I should probably keep it as M, let me know, its not going to get any more smutty than this, but I'm new to all this, and I dunno if what I've written is too mature for a T rating...would really appreciate feedback on this matter, I don't wanna get into trouble with the big guys! 3