Life Viewed Through an Amber Focus

A/N:  Just a brief warning.  You may not entirely like how this ends.  I don't think you'll cry but you will likely be ticked off at the Doctor.  But there is kissing.  Aggressive kissing.

                                                                        Chapter Three: Certain

The Doctor is finding it ridiculously hard to focus in a situation that has rapidly become life and death. He can just see himself being partially devoured by the werewolf with not enough pieces of himself left to regenerate and he’ll end up buried in the ground in 1879 Scotland with a grave marker that reads Here Lies Doctor James McCrimmon, Dead due to his Overactive Libido. Okay, maybe not, but the point is still valid. He should be able to concentrate but his—dare he call her lover again?—is throwing out lustful pheromones right and left and looking at him in a way she hasn’t done since the last time he bedded her. And that was too long before the regeneration for him to be able to control his own reaction to her because he wants her. Oh, yes. He wants her right now.