The Doctor stepped outside of the pub and breathed in the night air in an attempt clear his head before he headed back to the TARDIS. As he passed the corner of the building, strong hands reached out from the dark alley, pulled him in and pushed him against the wall. Adrenalin surged through his body, ready to fight off his attacker, when he saw – Melody!

Her hands on his leather clad shoulders, she held him firmly against the wall. How was she doing that? She was just a little slip of a thing.

"Okay Old Man, you're playing hard to get, but I know you want me. I can smell it."

She leaned up to him and kissed him. Hard. Her mouth covered his as if she wanted to consume him. It took him only a millisecond to recover from the shock and his arms were around her, pulling her tightly to his body, kissing her back, giving as good as she was. Their tongues fought for dominance as he drank in her taste.

When their mouths broke apart he groaned as he was finally able to run his tongue down that long sexy neck of hers, giving it little nibbles as he went, breathing her erotic scent. His fingers quickly unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt and slid the cups of her bra down, freeing her beautiful breasts. She whimpered slightly as he teased her sweet erect nipples with his mouth and fingers. As she began to arch against him, he moved a hand down and began inching that short skirt even higher. She gasped as he found her wetness and leaned her mouth close to his ear.

Her breath caught briefly, and then she whispered, "I want you to fuck me Old Man. Against this wall. Now."

That was all it took. In a single movement, he swung her around so she was against the wall, his body now holding her there. All thoughts of should or shouldn't, why or why not, were gone. They were replaced with want, need, now!

He unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans as she quickly dropped her knickers. He lifted her up and slid into her as she wrapped her legs around him for stability. He pinned her tightly to the wall as he delved deep into her again and again. She whimpered and moaned against him, alternating whispers of sweet endearments with obscene encouragements. Their passion seemed to only be building higher and higher when he felt it.

Golden threads were snaking into his mind from hers, curling and joining with threads of his own. He gasped. This couldn't be happening. It could only happen with another Gallifreyan. It couldn't happen with a human. Could it? But it was. It was impossible, but it was exquisite. Ohhhhh how he had missed this, had thought he would never be able to experience it again. He lost himself in the golden threads as they intertwined, as their two bodies and their two minds became one, time surrounding them.

He didn't know how long they remained like that, two lonely bodies wrapped together in a dark alley, two wounded minds laced together as they clung to each other. The tired old soldier, who thought that this was gone forever and the young woman, so full of bravado, yet so fragile, who had not known that it existed. It felt like an eternity, yet was over much, much too soon.

When their minds cleared and their bodies stilled he let her down so her feet touched the ground again. As she readjusted her clothing he heard her say, under her breath, "Well, that was new…"

She looked up and their eyes met. He stammered, "I don't know how… we… that shouldn't have been able… that's never happened with a human before…"

Melody just looked at him. She seemed to be seeing him for the first time. She gave him a sly smile and said, "It was very… hot." Then she put her hand against his cheek and kissed him again, slowly this time. Their intense hunger sated, she played her tongue languorously over his; she moved her hand to his temple and he could feel the golden threads that connected them again.

"Melody…"

"Shhh shhh, you'll forget me." He saw her eyes bright with tears as he felt her snapping the threads.

"No, Melody…"

"It's okay John, I was just a dream…"

She touched her lips to his once more, and then she was gone.

When the Doctor woke up in the TARDIS the next morning the previous evening seemed a bit foggy. The last thing he remembered was drinking in that little pub. He wasn't even sure how he gotten home. Obviously he had had at least one too many, although he didn't feel the aftereffects he would expect. In fact he felt surprisingly… good; better than he had felt in a long time. He had slept well and, unusually enough, had pleasant dreams. He couldn't quite remember what they were, but he knew they had been very enjoyable. He stretched contentedly as he got out of bed, wondering what sort of trouble he might get up to today.