A/N: Sorry I haven't updated this fic in a while. At times, it didn't look like I would finish it - it seemed like IT was trying to finish ME. Douglas Adams once ran into THAT debacle when he was trying to write "Shada" - and that only got novelised thanks to Gareth Roberts. Anyway, one of my readers, Knight Writer 95, wondered when I WAS going to update, and gave me the motivation to continue, so kudos to Knight Writer! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Conclusion of the Week
When the Doctor had tried his new formal shoes, however, he was satisfied enough. If ever he had to wear them in the future, though, he'd have to practice wearing them beforehand to become accustomed to them.
It hadn't been until the end of the week that he'd got the chance to see Romana's dress. But when he did, his jaw had dropped, prompting Romana to roll her eyes.
"How do I look?" she asked with a wry smile.
"Ravishing," he breathed, the situation being one of the few times he'd actually looked and said the word. Romana's next words indicated that the fact was not lost on her.
"You used to say that without looking," the Time Lady reminded him.
"Well, now I can validate what I said," the Doctor merely replied. "Besides, we were different people back then." Indeed, he'd been in his 4th life, while Romana had been in her 1st. "Not that you're any less ravishing now than you were then, of course..." he rambled...and continued to do until she cut him off with a kiss on the lips.
Now this is a moment I could capture in a Stasis Cube! The Doctor thought with much enthusiasm. A Stasis Cube was a form of Time Lord Art – their corresponding paintings were bigger on the inside, and as the name suggested, they could also be used as suspended animation. This moment with Romana would definitely be the Number One Candidate for a Stasis Cube – it was that wonderful.
Oh, there's plenty more where this came from, Doctor, she called to him telepathically – evidently, she was revelling in the kiss as much as he. They could have gone on for a long stretch of Time...
...but they eventually decided to stop...and save the best for later...
*DW* later...at the Union...the Doctor's POV... *DW*
It had been such a long stretch of Time since the Doctor had danced with Romana that he'd almost forgotten how dazzling such an experience could be. Everything else was out of focus – his eyes were transfixed on her.
She hasn't lost her magnificence in all these years, he thought with a smile. As the dance continued, however, he found himself thinking blush-provoking thoughts about the wonderful Time Lady in front of him...
*DW* Romana's POV... *DW*
Romana was having much a similar experience. Whilst she had retained the memory of the times when she and the Doctor's 4th incarnation had danced together in the TARDIS, memory only made you long for the experience. He appeared to have got a fair bit of practice from somewhere...
He's gotten rather good at this, she thought with a smirk. Not that you weren't good before, Doctor, she added, just to be sure. Strangely, she was beginning to think dirty thoughts about this version of him. Why did he have to become such a Pretty-Boy?
*DW* at the end of the dance... *DW*
"Doctor! Romana!" a male voice called as the guests left. Both turned in the direction of said voice – the Doctor recognising him as the New Time Lord he'd spoken to earlier in the Lykan week, Alejan. Both he and Romana headed over to him.
"Hello, Alejan," the Doctor greeted with a smile – a smile that seemed to come naturally with his current mood. Must be another effect of the Lykos Radiation, he mused, before turning to the Time Lady beside him. "Romana, Alejan...Alejan, Romana," he introduced them.
"Of course...the last of the first Crimson Cubs," Alejan remarked, his voice almost a whisper. However, he seemed to realise he'd gotten sidetracked, and got back on topic. "You must excuse my reverence, Romana – most of the Crimson Cubs of the past have not had the chance to meet someone who, by some authorities, should have arrived on Ariva Lykos millennia ago. So...what did you two think?"
"It was..." the Doctor paused, searching for a fitting word. But no word was to be found that could describe how much of a joy the dance had been.
"I'm not sure we can find the correct word, Alejan," Romana remarked. "I believe that the Doctor and I are both lost for words that could describe the contentment."
"Well...when you put it that way..." Alejan trailed off, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I ought to be on my way – Angekatrina became exhausted by the time we'd finished our dance." He then moved to leave.
"We'll see you around!" the Doctor called after him.
"Have a good evening!" Romana joined in. Indeed, by now, it was almost completely dark...and time to head back to the TARDIS, for the urges were beginning to mount...
*DW* in the TARDIS... *DW*
Once they had actually reached the TARDIS, however, the urges hadn't just mounted – they were beginning to overwhelm both the Doctor and Romana. Both of them could already feel the want – no, the need – for one another. But they made a tremendous – and somewhat successful – effort to take it nice and slow.
The first kisses were deep and long, both the Doctor and Romana savouring each and every moment lip-locked. Those kisses were such wonderful moments that each felt like a Universe in and of themselves. They managed to keep this pace for a good three hours, only having discarded their respective footwear.
Eventually, however, they would have to give in to their own respective sexual urges. Surprisingly, Romana was the first to give in – she unbuttoned the Doctor's dinner jacket (his semi-formal Earth evening attire had raised a few eyebrows at the dance, but the other guests had let it pass), pulled his body to her own and began to roam her hands over the dress shirt. She only came to a stop – both kissing and hand-roaming – once her hands had reached his shoulders.
"Theta...do you remember the first time we made love?" Romana asked him huskily in Gallifreyan – that was, Low Gallifreyan.
"I remember it well," he whispered in reply. "You were in your room, shying away from me for fear that if we got too close, we'd both be heartsbroken if we left each other."
She chuckled. "True...and then I pulled you into my bed and gave you a good shagging." She then paused, hearing him chuckle with her. "Then after I stayed in E-Space, I found out I was pregnant with your baby."
There was only a short pause before he began planting feather-light kisses on her lips. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you through the roughest of those times," he told her through the kisses.
"It's alright, Theta," Romana whispered back. "I got through the rough times...even if I did curse your name as I went into labour." They both laughed through their continued kissing. By now she had peeled away the dinner jacket and was making a start on the trousers. The Doctor responded by nibbling her left earlobe, making Romana let out a moan – a moan that was music to his ears.
"Did you name our son Jonathan-" he began asking, but he was cut off by his lover.
"In honour of your love of Earth?" she finished for him, to which he nodded. "Yes...I knew there were going to be times in my life when I would need a reminder of the man I love so much." Finally, the trousers came undone, and she threw the Doctor back onto the Console Room floor to pull them off, leaving the dress shirt, plus bow tie, as his only remaining over-garment. She took a glance at the lower part of his body and blushed – he was already very hard.
"What was he like, growing up?" he questioned Romana as she straddled him with her thighs and resumed kissing him. This left him the opportunity to use his hands to explore her lower body, eliciting another musical, erotic moan from her as he slipped his fingers into her knickers.
"Apart from the fact that he didn't have you to guide him directly, he was just like any child should be," she told the Doctor as their kisses became deep once again. "When he was smaller, I used to tell him stories about you."
"What was his favourite?" he couldn't help but ask as his fingers found her wet folds and began fiddling with them.
As a result of the Doctor's stimulation of her sex, Romana was now panting heavily. "The story of...your defeating...a man who stole minds," she gasped. She ceased gasping and panting when he pulled his fingers out of her knickers, wiped her fluids on her lower legs, and moved his hands to pull her dress down. As Romana had not been wearing a bra, this action revealed her naked breasts, the nipples of which had now become hard as rocks. "Please, Theta..."
"Not yet, Romana," the Doctor whispered back, gauging the beautiful sight before him – Romanadvoratrelundar, her long mane of strawberry blonde hair streaking her upper chest, soaked in her sweat, her body half-naked, her breasts complete with pert, rosy nipples, the few wrinkles that could be seen not managing to hamper her beauty in any way. "I rushed the last time. Don't get me wrong – I'm happy that the first time brought us Jonathan...but now I'm going to make this last for both of us..." But this only made Romana move to attack the buttons of the dress shirt. When she got to the top button, however, she was not able to unfasten it, owing to the fact that his bow tie was still tied. Thankfully for Romana, she was able to undo the knot with ease...and the bows fell, unfolded, onto the pleats of the shirt, where it was easily removed.
Because his lover was beginning to get sexually aggressive, the Doctor flipped their positions so that Romana was the one with her back to the floor. She replied in kind by peeling away the dress shirt, leaving her to only stare at his magnificent chest. This left him almost completely naked, save for his boxer briefs, under which she could see the bulge. He must be very hard, she thought mischievously.
I heard that, Romana, the Doctor mock-scolded her telepathically. Moments later, he was pulling Romana's dress down her near-naked body – an act which left her abdomen exposed. As she was a Time Lady, there was no birthmark – it was the norm for the Time Lords of Old to loom their children, which left no birthmark of any kind. He moved to tear off her now-soaked knickers – the action leaving her completely naked, her hot, wet sex exposed.
The Doctor could have left Romana to carry out the next action. But that was not what was going through his mind at that moment in Time – for he could smell the aroma given off by her wet folds...and he wanted – no, needed – more of it. But he was going to savour it...so he pinned her arms to the floor as he applied his tongue to her cleavage, where it stayed for some Time, moving only occasionally to lick her rock-hard nipples, sometimes biting them hard. Every time he licked, Romana moaned; every time he bit, she cried aloud – both actions only made him need her more. After a while, he traced his tongue over her abdomen, eventually moving his hands to her hips.
Finally, the Doctor's tongue reached the wet folds of Romana's hot sex. As he tasted her, he could hear the musical, erotic moaning of 'Theta' erupting from her throat, and felt her try to arch her back even though she was pinned by the hips. Every moan only increased his need for her to let out that musical crescendo that was her cry of release, so he quickened the rate at which his taste buds grazed her folds. She was a spice; she was every spice in the Universe that one could never get bored of...
"Theta!" Romana cried out in Gallifreyan, obtaining release as her juices erupted forth from her sex, coating the taste buds on his tongue. While the Doctor was busy tasting her fluids, she struggled to build her stamina back up. Then a mischievous smirk crept onto her face. "Alright, Theta...now I'm going to make you squirm and plead for release!"
Before the Doctor could say anything in reply, Romana flipped them once again, ripped off his boxer briefs, took him into her mouth and began sucking furiously. Each flex of muscles from her earned a guttural groan from his throat, but she refused to let up. The tension inside him continued to build as he grew incredibly hard inside Romana's mouth, and eventually, he began moaning her name in Gallifreyan when it became too much...
"Romana!" he cried in release, spilling himself into her throat and leaving him utterly exhausted. However, he allowed himself a stretch of Time to build up his stamina again as Romana forced back her gag reflex and swallowed his liquid down.
From the mischievous smirk she gave the Doctor, she'd evidently found what they'd just done pleasing. He also noticed that she was blushing – this only served to make her even sexier...and increased his need for her. To sate this now uncontrollable need, he pushed Romana onto the floor, positioned himself over her beautiful naked body and placed his still-hard length deep inside her sex, finally linking their bodies together.
Romana moaned louder than she'd ever done in her life, but this moan was one of a mixture of pleasure and pain. This fact was not lost on the Doctor, who halted himself inside her body before he could even begin to move.
The Time Lady seemed to have caught on to what he was thinking, and called out to him in her mind. Do it, Theta, she commanded him. Don't hold back...
The effect was immediate – no sooner had she told him than he began moving inside her. Both Time Lords moaned at the friction between their naked bodies, one of the peaks of which was the friction between the Doctor's chest and Romana's nipples. The elder Time Lord groaned a guttural groan as he swelled inside the Time Lady's hot sex, and she parted her folds a little to take him in as far as he could go. Her moans of mixed sensation ceased, to be replaced by the gritting of her teeth in pain...and the Doctor once again retreated...
"I said don't hold back, Theta!" Romana growled erotically, her voice oozing with the demand to be satiated. "Go faster – fuck me until it's impossible for me to move!"
"I wouldn't ever get tired of you telling me to do that," the Doctor growled right back, pushing and pulling inside her so fast that she could only grit her teeth harder in an effort to numb the pain. To soothe it, he opened the telepathic link with Romana and allowed her to feel the emotions in his mind. This prompted her to buck her hips at a pace that matched the Doctor's, and her cries of pleasure came back. The sexual energy eventually became enormously powerful...and they were aware of nothing save for their own bodies as the pleasure thresholds were stretched to the breaking point...
"DOCTOR!" Romana screamed – switching back to Earth English – as the muscles inside her hips clenched him hard, prompting what felt like an explosion deep within her body. She could feel the warmth spreading through her as the Doctor cried aloud in release, and they rode on the subsequent wave of ecstasy together before sinking into a tide of sleep...
*DW* later... *DW*
Theta? Romana whispered to the man she was now Matched with, both she and the Doctor still half-asleep. He made a humming sound to show he was listening. I think the whole purpose of this was for us to form a telepathic bond with each other...
Could be, the Doctor replied speculatively. But telepathic bonds aside...you're still a bloody good shag, Romana, he added suggestively.
As are you, my Theta, she replied in kind. This prompted a musing from the elder Time Lord.
You know, he began, sometimes I used to think of you as my Romana...but it's really the other way 'round. On some level, I've always been your Doctor...
That's where you're wrong, Theta, Romana told him in a mock-scolding tone. You're the TARDIS' Thief...and you're the Universe's Doctor...but you're my Theta.
That's what I was called at the Prydon Academy, the Doctor told her grimly. And they usually meant it as a cruel moniker...
Well, I mean it as a term of endearment, Romana replied assuredly. It's actually got a...cute...feel to the way it rolls off a tongue...
You think I'm cute? He asked her curiously, not sure whether to take it as a compliment or an insult.
Yes – and it's a compliment, dear, she replied with a smile. It makes it feel as though you're younger and have fewer burdens to bear...
Which is probably another reason why I'm your Theta only, he concluded.
That's fine with me, Theta, she assured him. Now...do you fancy another shagging, this time without Lykos Radiation interfering with the functions of our bodies? She said this with a Cheshire cat grin. The Doctor grinned right back and prepared to start the next round...
When they got an alert from the TARDIS Telephone. The pair had an incoming call from elsewhere and elsewhen. The Doctor took a look at Romana. "There's always something, isn't there?" he asked in mock-resentment.
"We'd better answer it, Doctor," Romana told him sternly. "Only one of the Children of Time would know your number."
Conceding defeat, he parted bodies with Romana, picked up the Telephone and clicked the Answer button. "Hello?"
"Doctor?" came an American voice – a voice that belonged to Captain Jack Harkness.
"Captain," he replied evenly – this got Romana's attention.
"Oh, no," she moaned in fake despair. "It's Captain 'Flirt' Innuendo, isn't it?"
"Hey, whatever you and the Doctor do in your spare Time is your business, Lady," Jack scolded her, evidently having heard her – that had taken the Time Lady aback. "But I didn't called to flirt."
"What's the problem, Jack?" asked the Doctor.
"There's actually two," Jack replied. "The second was found by Miss Smith & Co. And normally, they wouldn't come to us, but Miss Smith and Jonathan seem to believe the situation's bad enough to warrant their contacting both Torchwood and you, so I'll hand you Time Lords over to them."
And sure enough, it was Jonathan's voice over the Phone. "Mum? Dad?"
"Hello, Kiddo!" the Doctor cried in joy. It was good to hear his son's voice after one-hundred-and-eighty-plus hours.
"How are you, Sweetheart?" Romana called into the Phone. "What're the problems?"
"Very dire ones, Mother," Jonathan told her grimly. "Torchwood acquired a Quantum Transducer two years ago, but now it's disappeared. The footage shows it to be stolen by...someone whose identity has not yet been determined. On top of that, we found a particularly grim graffiti message near Park Vale School, written in what K-9 describes as Ancient Osiran." The Doctor's face went slack with dread at the last two words. "He's even translated it." Jonathan paused. "'The Osiran will rise again – beware the Wrath of the Destroyer, Child of Gallifrey.'"
That got the Doctor hanging up the Phone. The Time Lord now bore a very dark look on his face – one that had Romana filled with dread. "Theta?" she whispered in Gallifreyan. "What's wrong?"
"Everything," he replied darkly, still not facing her. "He survived. First the Daleks and now this. Out of the Frying Pan...and into the Fire..."
"But who could possibly be worse than the Daleks?" she protested. Finally, the Doctor turned to her.
"Sutekh," he answered her. "The Destroyer's name...is Sutekh..."
*END*