Well, if you had asked me two days ago whether I would be updating this any time soon, the answer would have been no. However, when I saw the end of Dalek on TV, Nine got into my head and wouldn't leave me alone. Hence why you now have this.

Deafening Silence is on it's way, I have half of it, just a whole lot of Doctor/River fluff and stuff to go, basically. It's coming, I promise, just realise how busy I am right now, please.

Thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter: kie1993, SuperFunkyGirl1, Mrs. 11th, Spirit-of-the-Rain, Lexy Summers, Akiza1, ZackAttack96, readandwrite4evernever20, alittlespecificity81, and toavoidconversation!

10 reviews is a reasonable number. :) You're all awesome.

This chapter makes me laugh because of Jack and Aliya, mostly, though there is also Daliya fighty fluff, Daliya dancey fluff, and just Daliya fluff in general, which is a nice change from DS. :P

Enjoy the chapter!

Aliya sat in the Captain's spaceship, staring at the floor blankly, hand on her wrist as she felt her pulse slowly pick up its pace again. She wasn't really in the mood for talking, not to someone who currently had the moral high ground. He hadn't tried to talk to her yet, merely watched her from his swivel chair by the controls, eyes wary but worried.

"You okay?" The Captain asked eventually, clearly sick of having to wait.

She looked at him, not glaring for the first time, just passive as she murmured, "I'm fine."

"What exactly did the holding cell do to you?" She shot him a sceptical look, and he shrugged defensively, "Shoot a guy for being curious…it's never affected anyone like that before."

"It's just…do you realise that it's a complete psychic barrier, right?" Aliya looked at him, and he looked a little surprised.

"I knew that it was supposed to stop psychic communications…but completely…wow, I really got my money's worth!" He chuckled, and she glared, causing him to stop abruptly. "But uh…sorry."

"And that was most of it…it just sort of took some of my physical strength too, I suppose." Aliya said unsurely, and when he suddenly spotted something on the ground he got up and picked it up, only for her to get up with a jolt and snatch the small gold object out of his hand quickly. "I think you'll find that's mine." She said firmly, hand closing over the TARDIS key. He didn't seem fazed, merely held his hands up in resignation as he backed away by a few steps. "So who are you supposed to be?"

"Captain Jack Harkness, 133 Squadron Royal Airforce, American Volunteer." He said with a charming smile as he held out a familiar looking piece of paper.

"And you're lying to me already, how charming," Aliya retorted with distaste as her eyes flicked to the paper, breaking his gaze for less than a moment.

His eyebrows lifted as he was caught slightly off guard, and he leaned back in his seat. "How do you know?"

"There's absolutely no logical reason for trying to pass as a local when we are currently sitting in your spaceship," She replied in a patronising tone, to which he frowned as he realised her point, "And this piece of paper is blank, though to any other person it would read 'Captain Jack Harkness, single, works out'. Honestly, you're trying to use psychic paper on me after seeing what a complete psychic shield did to me? Are you really as stupid as you're coming across?" She paused and stared at him, scrutinising, and tried to read his eyes and figure out his intelligence level for herself.

"Touché, but if the piece of paper was blank, how do you know that it said that?"

"Because to me it both read your personal details and was blank."

"How could it be both at the same time?"

"It's all a matter of natural perception; and don't ask me to explain, if I had an hour – and I don't – I still wouldn't have brought you anywhere near understanding it." Aliya said in a blasé tone. "Though seriously, control your thoughts as you hand it over," She handed it back to him with a coy smile, which only grew when he looked to the paper hopefully and found it with strictly professional.

"Well, that's quite a name you have there, Miss Aliyanadevoralundar. Aliya for short, you say?" He asked cheekily as his eyebrows raised again.

"No, 'a-LAY-a'," She corrected him strictly as she leaned on the side of his ship.

"A-LAY-a, okay," He repeated before again reading off the paper, "Occupation: Traveller. Seriously, that's all you're going to give me?" All he got from her was a reluctant smirk. "If this paper had been handed over with a wandering mind, what would it have said?"

"Nothing that was any of your business," She replied.

"Well, let's see, fabric that won't be around for another century or so – refined denim, very nice – irrefutable logic, a name that no one in this time period would ever have, and keen psychic awareness, seems pretty obvious that you're not a local girl," Jack noted as his eyes ran over her.

"Just as you're not a local guy."

"Never claimed to be."

Aliya coughed pointedly, the words 'psychic paper' discernible underneath the noise, and he grinned unashamedly.

"Okay, you got me there," He admitted. She found herself smiling with amusement, and frowned at him in the split second she realised what she was doing.

"Stop doing that," She said with slight wariness.

"Doing what?" His voice sounded almost too innocent.

"Being all likeable," She said flatly, and despite meaning to glare, a grin broke out on her face at the same time one did on his.

"Aw, what do you know, there's a soft side in there after all," Jack teased, though quickly became serious. "But you can stop acting now, I know exactly who you are, I can spot a Time Agent a mile away."

Aliya's eyebrow cocked quizzically as her different coloured eyes considered him. "Oh really?" She asked with an unfathomable tone.

The American nodded. "I've been expecting one of you guys to show up. Though not, I must say, by way of breaking and entering."

"What can I say, I'm an individual," She said sarcastically. He laughed as he got up from his chair.

"We'll get down to business," He said as he grabbed a bottle of champagne.

"Business…with alcohol?"

He winked at her suggestively. "The best kind. Bring up the glasses."

Ignoring the more rational part of her mind which was telling her not to, Aliya did as she was told and followed him up the ramp he had lowered from the roof of the ship, coming out next to Big Ben, her feet on top of the spaceship, which was invisible.

"Invisible spaceship," She noted as she approached him, "Should I be impressed?"

Jack laughed again. "My typical answer would be yes, but you're not my typical kind of girl."

"And you would do well to remember it," Her answer made him grin before he made a show of popping the cork off the bottle of champagne, which for an unknown reason made her giggle. When he raised an eyebrow at her, she simply blushed, looked down, and held up a glass for him to fill, which he did.

They both drank their glasses in silence, though she didn't miss the number of flirtatious looks he was sending her way. She put her glass down next to where he was reclining with his own.

"I should be getting back, I'm already far later that I was supposed to be…I'm going to lose the bet," The last sentence came out as a huff, she was not pleased at losing to the Doctor.

"But we're discussing business," He protested, and she stared him down.

"No, no, we're not," She crossed her arms. "We're drinking champagne."

"I try never to discuss business with a clear head," His reply did not impress her, though she deducted that it may have been in the intention.

"Then you really are as stupid as my first impression would tell me," She bit back, and he raised his eyebrows again.

"Ouch! Just because I like my liquor, doesn't mean I'm stupid," He argued.

Aliya rolled her eyes boredly. "Idiot until proven otherwise, with the introduction you had."

"Well, I'll have to prove otherwise to you then, won't I?" He jumped up and approached her. "Now, are you travelling alone? Are you authorised to negotiate with me?"

"I'm authorised to do whatever I please," Aliya replied testily, "But no, I'm not travelling alone. What would we be negotiating?"

"I have something for the Time Agency," The Captain began, coming ever closer to her, "Something they'd like to buy, are you empowered to make payment?"

"It would be best if I talked to my…partner," She said slowly, and watched his eyebrows lift with interested curiosity.

"Partner?"

"The man I should be getting back to," She continued.

"Man?" When she nodded, he came closer to her, completely invading her personal space, "When you say 'partner', just how disappointed should I be?" His hands settled on her waist, and she tried to think of a polite way to turn him down.

"You ask me a personal question, on top of an invisible spaceship in the middle of World War II, and make a move onto me before hearing the answer?" Aliya said as she watched him lift her hands up and she snatched them away before his lips could touch them. "Jack Harkness, sort out your manners and priorities, please."

He laughed. "Fair enough," He said. "Do you like Glenn Miller?" The name had no meaning to Aliya whatsoever, so she did not reply and simply watched him as he used a small remote control to turn on a piece of Earth music.

The music playing in the background, he approached her again with that incomparable aura and gently pulled her into him, striking up a slow dance which was a little too intimate for her tastes, and she was very aware of his hand on her lower back, and his other hand entwined with hers. It felt strangely nice but it did not compare to how it felt when the Doctor was in his place.

He began to talk slowly as they rotated around and around atop his spaceship. "It's 1941, the height of the London Blitz. The height of the German Bombing campaign. And something else has fallen onto the London."

"Your ego?" Aliya guessed innocently, and he laughed.

"A fully equipped Chula Warship. The last one in existence…armed to the teeth. And I know where it is." He pulled back slightly to look her in the eye and she held his gaze steadily. "Because I parked it. If the Agency can name the right price, I can get it for you. But in two hours, a German bomb is going to fall on it and destroy it forever. That's the deadline, that's the deal. Now, shall we discuss payment?"

Changing the subject slightly, the blonde woman chose to address a matter that had been egging at her brain. "So, you're an ex-Time Agent who's now…a freelancer? Is that the right word? My English isn't always the best."

"Well, that's a little harsh…I like to think of myself as a criminal," He purred as he pulled her hips against his. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to break his grip, she settled for leaning back a little.

"Why does that not surprise me?" She answered with a roll of her eyes that came out seeming a little too fond for her liking.

"So, this partner of yours, does he handle the business?"

"Yeah, he's more well-travelled than me, and I find it boring."

"Well, maybe we should go and find him."

"Exactly what I've been saying all along!"

"I'll just do a scan for alien tech, won't be a moment…"

Aliya couldn't help but grin at his words, and compared him to the Doctor in her mind. "Finally, someone else with common sense…"

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

They had tracked the Doctor's signal to an abandoned hospital, and if the beeping from Jack's vortex manipulator was anything to go by, they were close to the Time Lord, very close. The sound of a squeaky door opening echoed through the eerie corridors as the Doctor came into view. The moment he saw her, his face broke into a relieved smile, and Aliya felt his emotions do the same.

"Ali!" He said before hugging her tightly. "I lost you for a while there, you were cut off from me, I got worried."

"It was no picnic for me either, but all his fault," Aliya said as he set her down, and pointed her thumb back at Jack, "But all fixed now, so don't worry."

Jack held out his hand and shook the Doctor's enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you, Doctor, I've been hearing a bit about you on the way over."

"He figured out that we were Time Agents," Aliya interjected quickly. The Doctor played it cool and nodded.

"It's a real pleasure to meet you, Doctor," Jack said before heading off down the hallway, while the Doctor shot an inquisitive glance at Aliya, who bit her lip before standing on her tiptoes, touching his temples with her fingertips and pressing her forehead against his to open the psychic link just long enough to send through a brief explanation. Clued in, the Doctor set off down the corridor in pursuit of Jack with Aliya in tow.

Jack blasted open the door to the room where the first victim of the Chula ambulance had been taken, and Aliya leaned in towards the Doctor and whispered, "You are so pathetic. Sonic screwdriver not manly enough in front of the con man?"

He shot an unamused look at her. "Shut up." He muttered.

"Not likely."

The Doctor examined Jack's sonic blaster with an aloft air. "Sonic blaster, 51st century, Weapons Factories of Villengard?"

"You've been to the factories?"

"We've been once."

"Yeah, well, they're gone now. Destroyed," Jack said flatly, "The main reactor went critical. Vaporised the lot."

The Doctor handed the blaster back, seemingly disinterested. "Like I said, once. There's a banana grove there, now. I like bananas, bananas are good." He grinned at Aliya, who blushed slightly but grinned back.

"Can we have banana splits after this?" She asked with a longing tone, and he grinned.

"Aliya, if we get out of this, I'll make you as many banana splits as you like," The Doctor offered, and she raised her eyebrows, a challenge in her eyes.

"Watch what you promise me, Doctor, I may just take you up on it," She teased.

Jack sat down in a chair, eyes flashing with disguised panic and sarcasm. "Well, that assets conversation went in a flash, didn't it?"

The Doctor's eyes flashed dangerously and he turned on Aliya. "So, Aliyanadevoralundar, where'd you pick this one up?"

"Don't you start," Aliya said angrily, "I just followed the alien tech signal, and wound up on his ship."

"Oh, and you just thought that you'd bring him along, did you?" He retorted, "Typical. Just bloody typical."

"Whoa, didn't mean to spark up trouble in paradise," Jack said, but neither of them paid him much attention.

"Shut up, Jack. And you," Aliya turned to the Doctor, "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" She yelled, "I don't know what trouser-chasing Earth girls you're used to having, but I am not one of them, and you would do well to remember that!"

"No, you're much more irritating," The Doctor snapped.

"Oh, I just can't do this right now," Aliya seethed and spun to look at the door, but froze when she noticed a prominent absence. "Doctor!"

"What?" His voice was sickly sweet, irritatingly mocking.

"Jack's gone," Her words made him spin and look at where she was indicating.

They both began calling for him and scouring what little of the room there was for him.

"He's gone," Aliya whispered dejectedly as she collapsed into the wheelchair Jack had been occupying.

"I told you, didn't I?" The Doctor said bitterly, and with that sentence the two of them remembered that they were mad at each other and pointedly fell silent.

A minute later, Jack's voice appeared from nowhere, taking them both by surprise. They tracked it to the old radio in the room, which was unplugged.

"Aliya, Doctor, can you hear me?"

The two Time Lords exchanged a confused look.

"I'm back on my ship, used the emergency teleport. Sorry that I couldn't take you, it's security-keyed to my molecular structure. I'm working on it – hang in there."

"How're you speaking to us?" The Doctor asked.

"Om-com, I can call anything with a speaker grille."

The Doctor frowned. "Now there's a coincidence."

"What is?"

"The Child can Om-Com too." He explained, and Aliya felt her eyebrows rise.

"Really? That's so strange…it would be a fascinating case to study if it weren't in World War II Earth and so terrifying." She murmured.

The Doctor nodded, continuing with what he had been saying, "Anything with a speaker grille, even the TARDIS phone."

"It can phone us?" Aliya tried not to feel alarmed, something that became impossible when the Child's voice suddenly came through the speaker grille of the radio instead of Jack's, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"And I can hear you…" The Child's voice was sickening playful, "Coming to fiiind you, coming to fiiind you…"

"Doctor, can you hear that?" Jack asked urgently.

"Unfortunately," Aliya replied.

"I'll try and block out the signal. Least I can do," The ex-Time agent offered.

"Coming to find you, mummy!"

A familiar song began to come through the radio instead of the Child's voice. "Remember this one, Aliya?" Jack asked, and Aliya could just visualise the grin he would be wearing. She felt her lips twitch slightly, feeling ever so slightly comforted by the gesture.

The Doctor glanced at her questioningly, slight possessiveness in his eyes. Aliya blushed.

"I suppose that you could say that it's our song," She said simply, leaning back in the wheelchair. The Doctor turned away before she could see his reaction and started using his sonic on the bars on the window.

Two minutes later, the silence between the two of them was eating at Aliya and she felt that she had to say something.

"Are you trying to resonate concrete?" She asked with an inquiring frown, tilting her head, and he peered over his shoulder only to scowl at her.

"If you're going to judge, shut up," He said harshly, and she recoiled slightly, biting her lip as he once again turned away from her.

"Doctor…" She said softly, with enough change in her tone for him to freeze, clearly listening, "I don't want to fight. Not now. Not with this…this child calling us mummy." He said nothing. "Doctor…Theta…I'm scared." Her voice wavered slightly and he finally looked at her, compassion in his eyes at last. "And you not having confidence in Jack really doesn't help the situation. Why don't you trust him?"

"Why do you?" He asked quietly, an edge in his tone which sounded as though it could be jealousy.

"Because he's a good man."

"Ali, he's a con man!"

"But he has that…that aura of potential, of sincerity…like what you have, only with dating and better dancing." Aliya settled on unsurely, and the Doctor looked offended.

"You make it sound like I don't…dance," He muttered, and she got out of the chair, approaching him.

"No, I know that you do, just…not always when you should," She said quietly. "Like now, for instance."

"Aliya, I'm trying to resonate concrete," He said in a forced tone, and she laughed quietly.

"Jack will get us out, Doctor, just trust me to trust him. Now prove to me that you have the moves," Aliya stood up on the cabinet he was standing on and leant against his back, taking comfort in his closeness as her hand came up to hold the hand that held the sonic, stopping him in his chore.

"You know I have the moves, I just don't like to boast," He said, but allowed her to lead him back down to the floor.

"The universe doesn't implode if the Doctor dances…" She teased, and he reluctantly smiled faintly. He took her hands somewhat awkwardly before leading her into a dance to the music in the background. Suddenly so close together, Aliya felt her body automatically relax just by being around him. Their eyes locked, faces only inches apart as they gently rotated on the spot of floor they were occupying. Aliya felt herself smile almost shyly before just resting her head on his shoulder and breathing in the smell of his jacket. She could feel his nose pressing into her hair and heard him whisper in her ear.

"I'm sorry." He said sincerely.

"For what?" She asked almost sleepily, confused and not particularly concerned in that moment.

"For always arguing and causing a fuss," He sighed and she chuckled.

"It's a joint effort, Doctor, so I'm sorry too, it's hardly your fault," She said. His hand began making small circles around the area where it was resting on her lower back, and she exhaled contently.

"It's so nice to see you two making up," Jack's voice said, and they both looked up to see that they were now in Jack's spaceship. The ex-Time Agent was grinning at them. "Most people notice when they've been teleported, you two are so sweet." Aliya blushed and she and the Doctor gently moved away from each other. After some talk about nanogenes and ships, Jack added, "Make yourselves comfortable. Carry on with whatever it was you were…doing."

The Doctor bristled. "We were dancing," He said innocently.

"Looked a bit more intimate than that, but by all means continue," Jack said with a smirk, and Aliya rolled her eyes before leaning against the Doctor tiredly.

"Are you okay?" The man in leather asked worriedly, and she nodded slowly.

"Just tired and…creeped out. I've been called mummy once before, I don't want it any more than once. It makes me remember things that are best forgotten." She said quietly.

"Oh…I hadn't thought about it like that," The Doctor said with a frown, and subconsciously pulled her into another slow dance, gently turning her around and pulling her into the comforting rhythm of their steps. She smiled against the leather of his jacket.

After a minute or so, a question occurred to her.

"So, to get this straight," Aliya began, "You're using your prior knowledge of the Time Agency to effectively con them." She and the Doctor had stopped dancing and both watched the con man for his answer.

"If it makes me sound any better, it's not for the money," Jack said, with slightly hopeful eyes.

Aliya cocked an eyebrow. "Alright then, why do you go to all the trouble?"

"Woke up one morning while I was still working for them – found they'd stolen two years of my memories. I'd like them back," The American replied flatly, "Two years of my life…" The Doctor watched Jack with an unfathomable expression from where he had been silently sitting in the corner. "Your friend over there doesn't trust me, and for all I know, he's right not to."

His words hung in air while pity hung in Aliya's hearts. A person was the sum of their memories, and to not have all of the memories would make one incomplete. It was a horrifying thought.

The Doctor turned to grin at Aliya as nanogenes swarmed around his hands.

"You want moves, Ali? I'll give you moves." He said proudly before thrusting his hands forward, sending the sub-atomic robots flying through the air towards the rest of the Gas-Mask people. Immediately they crumbled to the ground, only to slowly get up, removing gas masks to reveal completely normal human faces. A grin unlike one Aliya had ever seen before stretched across his face, iridescent joy and triumph shining in his blue eyes. "Everybody lives, Ali…just this once, everybody lives!"

Aliya began to laugh with disbelieving relief and watched as he ran up to the people and gave some kind of explanation to the doctor amongst them. He then dashed back and leapt on top of the Chula ambulance, fiddling with the buttons and setting it to self-destruct.

"Setting this to self-destruct, as soon as everybody's clear," He said happily, "History says there was an explosion here – who am I to argue with history?"

Aliya just shot him a look. "I am not answering that question," She said flatly, and he grinned in a way that she was forced to grin back. A minute later, he jumped off and seized her hand before pulling her into a run, they fled from the bomb site with speed, hearing the explosion behind them. They kept running all the way through the London streets like hooligans until they finally came to the back alley where the TARDIS was parked. Breathing heavily and running on adrenaline, they stopped outside the TARDIS, breathless grins on their faces as the feeling of triumph, unhindered by the usual shadowing of death, swelled in their hearts.

Their eyes met and within seconds they were hugging fiercely, laughing for joy and basking in the knowledge that their own lives were safe, and that it wasn't just them. His hand grabbed hers and pulled her into the TARDIS, his mouth going off on another tangent.

"The nanogenes will clean up the mess and switch themselves off - because I just told them to. Nancy and Jamie will go to Doctor Constantine for help - ditto - all in all, all things considered - fantastic!" The Doctor said, beaming as he rambled on in the way she loved so much.

"I've never seen you this happy before," Aliya said softly, eyes wide with both surprise and adoration.

"Never had a day like this before, Ali, but by Rassilon, I need more of them," He said grandly, and by some combined effort, they were suddenly hugging again, her legs around his waist as they clung to each other. "Go on, ask me anything, I'm on fire!" Their faces were inches apart, her hair dangling in between the two of them, and suddenly Aliya's smile faded as she remembered a goodbye that had struck her hearts with surprising force.

"Doctor…Jack," She whispered, "We can save him. We have to."

The Doctor's clear blue eyes were solemn. "I know."

Aliya stared over the Doctor's shoulder as she saw Jack's expression go from confusion to shock to elation when he saw their ship inside his own.

"Come on in, Captain, there's room for one more," She called as she and the Doctor swayed to the gentle beat of the Glenn Miller song. Jack's face split into a grin as he quickly ran into the TARDIS, and they gave him time to adjust to the larger inside.

"Close the door, will you?" The Doctor said rudely, "Your ship's about to blow up, there's going to be a draft."

The song ended and the two Time Lords broke apart. The Doctor eyed Aliya's smirk with distaste.

"What's that look for?" He asked indignantly.

"Slow dancing gets boring. But I know for a fact that you can't do fast dancing!" Aliya chuckled at his offended expression before turning to Jack with hopeful eyes. "The Captain, however, is unspoken for…"

"Oh, believe me, I can," Jack said with a suggestive grin, "And nice ship…it's much bigger on the inside."

"You'd better be," The Doctor retorted, and Aliya grabbed Jack's hand and pulled him up onto the console platform before a testosterone war could break out. She flicked the button for the music as she went past but the music stopped after only a few seconds. Unsurprisingly, a frowning Doctor was seen at the scene of the crime.

"What now, Theta?" Aliya asked in a teasing voice, and the Doctor changed the track to a different fast one before grinning.

"I remember now, Ali…I can dance!" He said, approaching her with clicking fingers.

"Perhaps you haven't considered that I was offering Jack this dance?" Aliya said with eyes just begging for him to challenge her, dancing with that special kind of merriment that he knew was reserved just for him.

The Doctor looked completely unfazed by her words. "Doesn't matter," He said simply as he yanked her out of Jack's grip and pulled her into his new dance. Immediately disinterested in fighting, Aliya grinned fondly and her feet effortlessly fell into step with his as they danced around the console room with fast and complex footwork. Jack simply stood by and watched, laughing as he leaned on one of the pillars of coral.

The Doctor dipped Aliya back over his arm, drawing a squeal from her, before pulling her back up to face him just as the music stopped, their bodies suddenly flush against each other. He brought his hand up to her face and rested his forehead against hers in a gesture so strangely intimate that Jack wolf-whistled in the background. They remained like that for a while, eyes closed and aware of the other's mind in theirs, before slowly pulling away and grinning at each other.

After that, Jack got a turn with both of them before the group decided it was time to retire for the night. Tomorrow, the beginning of Jack's universal tour would begin.

"Doctor…" Aliya began to ask with newfound curiosity as the three of them began walking through the corridors of the TARDIS, "When you would pick up a new human, would the TARDIS simply make a new room for them immediately?"

"Of course," The man with the Northern accent replied. "Jack, you may have to search for yours, but you'll find it eventually. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Jack," Aliya said with a smile. She could tell that she was definitely going to enjoy having their new passenger on board.

"Night, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," He winked before heading off down one of the many corridors. The two Time Lords chuckled before making their way towards the Doctor's room. It was a little cleaner than it had been when Aliya had first entered it, all the clutter was in one corner now, and the floor was visible. They both kicked their shoes off and shed their jackets onto the top of the clutter pile.

Suddenly they seemed to be gravitating towards each other, a common thing for them. The Doctor took her face in his hands and stared down at her with love and joy, something that still made her hearts swell excitedly.

"Today was a good day," She said quietly, and he smiled.

"The best," He replied sincerely. They shared a smile so bright and genuinely happy that both of them felt deeply moved by it. With that, he leaned down and kissed her for the first time that day. Somehow their different personalities made it possible for their contradicting emotions to exist; the kiss was both gentle and fierce, passionate and chaste. The tender yet passionate side seemed to win out as hands began to roam across skin and bits of clothing were lifted and discarded.

It was the perfect end to a perfect day.

Hopefully this wasn't too fluffy...LOL. Hope you enjoyed it! *crosses fingers that Aliya's version of the episodes is actually interesting*

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-MayFairy :)