Chapter 7

This is an awesome chapter. Things get a little steamy(: Reviews por favor!

*The Doctor's POV*

Warning bells go off in my mind. I stumble backward a few steps, distancing myself from Ava.

"Well…I'll fire up the TARDIS. We'll take you to…the…uh…" I promise, trailing off as she approaches me. She runs her hand down my chest with a smirk.

"I was thinking something more…local…" Ava says, slowly untying my tie. Dangerous waters, Doctor, dangerous waters. I give a nervous laugh.

"Well, I was just going to take you to Earth. I mean that's…pretty…local…did you know that humans won't develop half the technology of the universe until thousands of years after everyone else? Also, they have one of the most primitive medical knowledge of the galaxy. It's fascinating really. Apparently they-" I reply quickly. Ava places a finger over my lips, silencing my prattling.

"Shhh…I want you to do me a favor," she whispers, swinging the tie around seductively. I gulp, perspiration forming on my brow. I lick my lips anxiously.

"Well, what would that be? Get a new tie?" I laugh, trying to keep the mood lighthearted and fun. Without warning she grabs the collar of my suit jacket and pulls me so that her face is inches from mine. Oh, no. Bad, very, very, very bad.

"Show me the stars you clever boy," Ava answers. Before I can escape her grasp, she hops into my arms, straddling her legs around my torso. Not wanting to drop her and possibly hurt her I oblige and hold her up. Ava yanks my head into a rough kiss, her yearning lips latching onto my reluctant ones. She tousles my hair with her hands, while she bombards my mouth with her abusive tongue. Oh my God this is wrong. This is so wrong. Between breaks I manage to mumble out the words,

"Ava, stop. This is wrong. What is wrong with you?" She ignores my warnings for her to stop, but continues. It is only now that I spot the sonic gun wedged under her dress and strapped to her thigh. I can't resist her at the risk of being killed… I wrack my brain for the location of my sonic screwdriver, hoping that maybe I can disable the weapon and get out of this mess. My hearts sink. My sonic screwdriver is on the table…

"The bed," Ava mutters through our lip smacking. Each time her tongue explores my mouth or compels mine to, my stomach lurches with disgust. I force back the vomit that threatens to come spewing out of my mouth. I have to find a way out. This is my daughter. Something is clearly wrong. I unwillingly carry her to my bed, where she continues to straddle me while I sit on the edge. Ava retracts her tongue for once and pulls back out of the series of passionate kisses. "Come on. You mustn't be so shy. Take off my dress," she demands, while she begins to unbutton my suit jacket. The temperature of the room soars, but I shake my head.

"Ava, what's wrong? This isn't appropriate…this isn't…sexy. This is gross! What happened? Who did this to you?" I question, squirming away from her hands. I back up to the headboard of the bed. She smirks, kicks off her heels, and crawls to me like a lioness hunting a baby gazelle.

"That's right you're sexy. I love you, Doctor. You're my everything. I just want you so bad," Ava confesses, her eyes flaming with lust. My stomach churns.

"Please stop. Rose! Rose! I need help! Rose, help me!" She sits down on my squirming legs to settle them and lays a finger over my mouth.

"No, need to scream. I don't bite…not hard at least," Ava giggles, but still in a seductive tone. She brings my hands to her chest. Her hands begin to climb up my thighs as she kisses my neck. She moves along my jawline, brushing her plump lips against my sensitive flesh. Shivers course through my spine. Her hands travel further up my thighs until she eventually reaches the buckle of my belt. Find a way out of this. Ava fumbles with the button of my trousers and pulls down the zipper. I continue to struggle against her will. She nibbles at my earlobe, and I once again try screaming for Rose. No such luck… Ava pulls my pants down to my mid-thigh when she grabs my hands and forces me to start working on the zipper of her dress. I manage to resist, but she eventually caves in and takes it off herself. My stomach leaps into my throat. Ava dons a black lacy bra that accentuates her…uh…chest and the matching black lace panties.

"Ava, please listen to me," I plead as she slides my shirt off completely. Now my boxers only remain. She lowers herself onto me, continuing to suck on my neck and jam her tongue down my throat.

"Oh, Doctor," she moans, nipping at my ear. I feel the vomit swirling in my stomach. Then an idea strikes me. As much as it pains me, I force my flailing arms to settle and to start rubbing her thighs. I give in to the kissing and pretend that I enjoy it.

"That's it. Ease up, Doctor. Relax," she mumbles through the sucking of my bottom lip. I slowly, but discreetly move my hands more inward toward her thighs under the false assumption that I'm going to take it to the next level. I keep sliding my hands down inch by inch, until I grasp the sonic gun. I yank it out of its halter and point it at her chest. Just in time too, for her hands were beginning to make a trip down my boxers

"Get. Off. Of. Me," I bellow, jabbing the tip into her chest. Ava backs away, her face completely in shock. She holds up her hands in defeat as she backs up off the bed. I continue to point the gun at her as I bend down and hand Ava her dress. "Put this back on," I say gently so I don't scare her. Ava resigns to sliding the skimpy black piece of fabric on, but it's now I notice tears welling up in her eyes. Both my hearts ache for her because I know something is terribly wrong for her to want to do…uh…"it" with me… "Ava, don't cry," I whisper, dropping the sonic gun down to my side. I reach to brush her tears away, but she retracts. Ava wipes the saltwater away with the back of her hands.

"Don't touch me…I thought you loved me…" she cries into her hands. My hearts flip in my chest.

"I do love you, but not like that. You're my daughter…I don't think any part of you is sexy. I think you're cute. You're my little girl. There is something wrong, sweetheart, and I'm going to figure out what," I say gingerly. She stamps her foot on the ground with fury.

"Why do you keep saying that? I'm not your little girl. I love you, Doctor. I love you more than anything in this universe. Just take me. Take all of me," Ava pleads, tugging at the waistband of my boxers. I squirm away.

"See this is wrong. This would be considered incest," I deny. I grab her wrist and drag her over to the white table. I snatch my sonic screwdriver from the rubbish and adjust the settings. I cast the blue light over her entire body, observing the instrument's readings. My blood boils and my face becomes hot with rage. A love tonic. My hands shake as I grab her arm. I struggle to keep my grip relaxed and my tone pleasant.

"Come on, darling. We are going to pay a visit to Nathaniel," I bellow, yanking her behind me. I jerk her along, blood coursing through my body faster than ever before.

"Doctor, you're hurting me," Ava wails. I ignore her complaints, only focusing on my mission.

"Oh…I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him…" I mutter, my eye twitching repeatedly. We wind in and out of the hallways of the TARDIS until we finally reach Nathaniel's room. I bang on the door with Ava bawling behind me. The door hesitantly opens a crack, and he peeks out. Not bothering to wait for him to man up and face me head on, I kick the door open all the way. He can barely get out a syllable before my fist rushes to meet his nose.