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Fic: "Balancing Act" (6/8) (Doctor/Donna, Doctor Who)
Title: "Balancing Act" (6/8)
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ageless_aislynn
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Donna
Summary: Donna has managed to save both herself and her memories but in doing so, has she bitten off more than she...and the Doctor...can chew? An alternate end to "Journey's End."
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,160
Spoilers: Up to 4x13 "Journey's End"
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
Beta: The fantabulousmistojen ♥! *mwah!* ♥!
A/N: Where to begin without making this its own chapter? ;) Suffice it to say that since posting the last chapter, Real Life has thrown everything at me, up to and including sickness and computer disasters — which finally wiped my computer out completely nearly a month ago and has left me sharing time on another computer that doesn't have my beloved Word. *gasp* ;) I had no idea what a Word-addict I am until I've had to fumble around with another program. o_O ;) But in return for your patience in waiting for so very long for what was going to be the final chapter, I instead opted to make it super-sized and break it into two, so thus we've extended out to 7 chapters now instead of the previous 6. Barring any plagues of locusts (shouldn't even joke about that, now that I think about it o_O ;) ) or the like, Ch7 should be done by next week. Anyway, if you've stuck with me this long, my sincerest thanks! Hope you enjoy the final chapters! :D ETA: Annnnnnd I went ahead and extended it to 8. *blush* The more the merrier (I hope ;) )!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
"Have I told you how lovely you look?" the Doctor asked softly. He leaned across the small table, brushing back an errant curl which had escaped the fancy twist at the nape of her neck.
"Have I told you—" Donna returned just as softly "—that no matter how many times you tell me that, I'm not letting you off the hook for selling me to that trader this morning?"
"I didn't sell you!" he protested. "It was an implication that I was going to sell you. And it was all a ruse anyway, you very well know. I never would've gone through with it! Wellllll, not unless he'd upped the price considerably— Ouch, Donna! I was joking!"
She gave him an angelic smile, having stomped his Converse under the table with her high heel. The long, silver tablecloth hid the motion from the crowd of beings swaying about the elegant ballroom floor.
He pouted, which made him look like a little boy dressed up in his father's tuxedo. She reached over to straighten his bow tie then smoothed his lapels down, eliciting a smile from him.
"Do I get to return the favor?" he said, eyeing the snug bodice of her satiny, royal purple dress. The neckline wasn't cut so low as to be improper but it was definitely showcasing her cleavage.
"Do they have a problem with indecent behavior here?" she returned, then jumped, startled, as his ankle rubbed sensuously against hers. Sparks of pleasure shot through her at that simple contact and she reflexively took a deep breath.
"Shall we find out?" he said purred, clearly enjoying her reaction.
Oh now, she thought. Two can play at that game, can't they?
She slipped her foot out of her shoe and slid her toes up along the inside of his leg. "So…" she said casually. "This whole formal affair is just to celebrate a meteor shower?"
"They—" his voice came out rather high and squeaky as she caressed his calf. "The, ahem, Zoaoans have famously renown meteor showers," he went on in a more normal tone. "No sentient eye will ever get a better, more spectacularly up-close view of a meteor shower than you can get from their private observation pods! Though, I suppose if an eye isn't sentient, it wouldn't care about meteor–eep!"
She circled his kneecap with her toes then slid her way up along his thigh. For a moment, he appeared to have forgotten how to speak, then he muttered something in Gallifreyan.
"I'm pretty sure the Zoaoans would have rules against us doing that here on the table in front of everybody," she said, resting her chin on her hands and looking supremely innocent.
Now where…? Ah, there, she thought as her foot arrived at its ultimate objective. The Doctor went ram-rod straight in his chair.
"You…understood me?" he gasped as she drew the side of her foot along his length through his trousers.
"Don't have to speak Gallifreyan to get the gist of what you just said, sunshine," she said with a smirk, continuing to rub him under the cover of the long tablecloth. He curled his fingers around the tabletop hard enough his knuckles went white. "Doctor?" she said softly. "You look like you're about to start vibrating."
"'S entirely… possible," he gasped, clearly trying not to writhe in his chair.
"Well then, why don't you show me one of those private observation pods, hm?" She pulled away, slipping her shoe back on, then she rose and came around to provide him a bit of cover as he stood.
He gave her his maniac grin, then swept her into his arms and out onto the dance floor, spinning them gracefully along as he held her close and made good use of her full, satiny skirt to conceal his "condition" from the crowded room. The fact it also allowed him to grind covertly against her in the process was no doubt just a convenient bonus.
He steered them through the nearest exit and down a long corridor filled with numerous doors outlined in blinking silver lights. When they found one where the lights were solid, he pushed the door back and drew her through the doorway.
Donna blinked against the dimness as the door closed behind them. Before her eyes could adjust, he was kissing her almost ravenously. Then next thing she knew, they had grappled across the room and she was leaning back against a large window. As she looked up, she gave an appreciative, "Oh!" at the view of the crystal-clear night sky visible through the observation pod's expansive window curving overhead, offering a view any astronomer would've given their eye-teeth for.
We've got to bring Gramps here, she thought. Well, some other time, when I don't have a Time Lord crawling under my dress, of course!
The Doctor, who had indeed knelt and disappeared beneath her satiny skirt, made a pleased noise. "Your knickers match your dress!" he exclaimed in muffled delight at the discovery.
"900 some years old, yet the things that impress you…" she teased. "I'd think you— Hey! Leave those where they are. I'm not going to stand here in front of this huge window without my knickers on for every space pervert in the universe to gawk at!"
He paused, his fingers toying at the silky waistband. "Don't you think that the fact there's a person under your skirt is equally as scandalous?" he asked in the careful tone than meant he was trying not to laugh.
"Well, they don't know what you're doing down there, now do they? But once the knickers come flying out, all bets are off!"
He lost his composure at that. "Oh, Donna," he finally said when he was able to speak again.
She swatted at his head through her dress — well, it turned more into an affectionate pat by the time she'd delivered it. "You know, some girls might be offended at a bloke laughing while he's face-to-face with her privates."
He tsked, wrapping his arms around her rump and resting his cheek against the front of her knickers. "Now, your lady-bits know very well that I have nothing but the utmost respect and reverence for them!"
The door abruptly opened, revealing two very tall, thin silhouettes framed in the corridor. Donna stared in shock, her face flushing bright red.
"Please excuse," said one of the shapes in a deep voice. As the door swung shut, she heard a second deep voice asking, "Do all humans have four feet like that? I thought they were bipedal…"
This time she did smack the Doctor's head through the skirt. "You didn't lock the door?" she shouted as he yelped.
"No locks," he responded rather sullenly. "Though I may have forgotten to activate the 'occupied' lights."
His arm emerged from beneath her skirt, aiming his screwdriver in the general direction of the door, and a tiny light began blinking on a nearby panel. "There, all fixed," he said, arm disappearing again. "Now, where were we…?"
"You were about to crawl out."
"But Donna, we haven't gotten to any of the good stuff yet!"
"Don't whinge at me for that, spaceman. You're the one who forgot to hang the Do Not Disturb sign. Now, crawl out. I don't feel like doing this anymore. Let's do something else."
He popped out from under her skirt, his face slightly pink and his hair even more of a wild mess than usual. "Something else?" he said, scrambling up to snog her enthusiastically. Then he had her against the window again, this time with her legs around his waist while he supported her with one hand cupping her bum, and the other at the small of her back.
"'S in the way," he mumbled, indicating that her skirt was acting as a lumpy barrier between them. She reached down and carelessly bunched it up so it sat across her thighs. He thrust hard enough against her she had to wonder if a determined Time Lord could bust straight through the twin barriers of tuxedo trousers and purple knickers like a missile homing in on a target.
His next thrust made her not care whether he could or not. Then he was rocking against her, thumping her gently back against the window.
"Harder," she moaned against his mouth. The pressure and friction were lovely but they just weren't quite enough.
He obeyed her request, though shifted his arm so that he was taking some of the impact against the hard surface behind her. Pleasure spiraled through her, then was abruptly interrupted by an uncomfortable twinge.
"Hung," she muttered, breaking the kiss.
"Thanks for noticing," he said, resuming the kiss.
She pulled away again. "I'm meant me. I'm hung!"
He paused, visibly trying to process that. "In that case, you hide it very well," he finally said and she smacked his shoulder.
"I'm hung on your zip, you prawn," she said. "Lean back and let me unhook us."
He adjusted his hold and she wiggled her hand down in between them, questing for the snag. He bucked against her and she scolded, "Try not to move. I don't want to tear my knickers."
"Trying," he returned through gritted teeth. "But I'm – nnnnng – close. So… close."
The tell-tale prickle of heat washed down from her skull, along her spine, then corkscrewed not too far away from where her hand was situated. He trembled, breathing in harsh pants as he tried to hold it off.
"Ah well, then," she said gently. "Go ahead. But I can't promise it'll be my best work."
She turned her hand, grasping him as best she could at the awkward angle, with limited space, and through his trousers, and stroked him in a quick, efficient rhythm.
"Oh, you're brilliant," he groaned, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "Brilliantbrilliantbrilliantbrill– Ah!"
The corkscrew twisted tautly, then snapped in a thick burst of release.
Donna swam lazily back to herself a few moments later, finding them both now sitting on the floor, with her on his lap and her knickers still snagged in his tuxedo zip.
He started to speak, then visibly changed his mind about what he was going to say. "Afraid we're going to have to miss the meteor shower," he said, reaching between them. "We need to get unhooked and get back to the TARDIS."
"Why do we have to–? Oh!" She jerked like a current of electricity had shot through her. His fingers brushed against her again in the course of working the silky fabric of her knickers loose and she pressed towards him automatically, craving more contact. "Doctor?"
"I know," he said, head down as he focused on his task. "The bond's on the verge of expanding."
"But we just had a go. Why didn't the bond like that?"
"Oh, it quite liked it. Gah, how did your knickers get so twisted here? That saying about getting your knickers in a twist now makes a great deal more sense because I can see that that is very much a—"
"Oi," she interrupted, "back on topic, please!"
"The bond very much liked it — and so did I, I'd like to interject at this point. But the bond liked it so much that it stretched open, right to the point before full maturation."
"So that's why it decided that…" she paused for a breath as his fingers briefly pressed against her increasingly aroused flesh. "The bond's decided that it's my turn then, so soon? I suppose we can— Ohhhhh, go back and do that again, won't you?"
He finally got them separated and looked up. She gasped, "Your eyes…"
"Yours, too," he said. "Come on, no time to waste."
They untangled from each other and got a bit shakily to their feet. She glanced at the observation window, seeing their faint reflections. Their eyes glowed with a warm golden light flecked with swirling white flecks.
"Well," she proclaimed after a moment's pause. "Isn't that just wizard?"
Donna sighed in relief as the familiar blue police box came into view.
"I've never been so mortified in all my life," she muttered, clutching the Doctor's arm as they staggered across the neatly manicured garden.
"Ah now," he demurred. "It wasn't that bad."
"I dry-humped you in front of a crowd of people," she said shrilly. "How is that not bad?"
"Most of them thought it was a new dance step," he said reassuringly. "I saw at least two dozen people doing the same thing before we got out the front door— Oh!"
She steadied him as he stumbled. "You all right?" He gave her a single-minded look and she amended her question. "Are you going to be all right, barring chaffing and perhaps a touch of dehydration?"
A wave of pure lust rolled through her and she sucked in a shuddering breath. "Oh, that bond is just playing dirty now," she said, grabbing him by the lapels and drawing him down to her.
There was a confused moment when she realized she was kissing his knuckles. She pulled back and found he had slapped his hand across his mouth.
"Can't," he mumbled, grabbing her hand and urging her to jog as best she could in high heels across the thick, springy grass. "If we start kissing again, we won't stop. We need to get back to the TARDIS."
She abruptly had a vision of them rolling around in the garden while their Zoaoan hosts turned the hose on them. She giggled slightly hysterically, trying to stay up on her toes so her heels wouldn't spike into the ground.
The Doctor had his key out before they reached the TARDIS door. She let go of his hand as he fiddled with the lock, but she couldn't keep from touching him, running her fingers along his spine, over his ribs and around to his chest.
For a skinny boy, he cuts a nice figure in a tux, she thought, deciding to get a jump on things by undoing the first few buttons of his jacket while she pressed herself against his back.
He groaned her name under his breath, then swore. "I dropped the key!" She released him as he bent over to retrieve it, then he bolted upright and hissed in a rather primly scandalized tone: "Donna!"
She winked, giving a cheeky grin, then pinched his bum again. "Why don't you just snap your fingers, you big dumbo?" she chastised fondly.
He ruffled his hair into a wilder riot than usual, giving a wordless noise of frustration, then shoved the key back in his pocket and snapped his fingers. The door swung open. "I'm still not entirely certain if she's just humoring me with that whole thing," he muttered as Donna pushed him through the doorway. Once they were inside, he, in turn, pushed her back against the door and gave her the enthusiastic snog she'd tried to get from him earlier.
"Need to get us into the Vortex," he muttered against her mouth as he began walking them backwards towards the console. "Safest place to be right now."
They finally separated as they reached their destination and he started flipping levers and spinning dials with noticeably shaking hands. The rotor began to churn and the TARDIS jostled a bit more than usual as she dematerialized. Donna took up one of the other stations and began flipping and spinning with equal abandon – and similarly shaking hands. She caught the somewhat alarmed look he gave her.
"Oh, what's that face for?" she retorted. "You know I can do this and it'll go faster if I help. I'm not going to hurt her."
Indeed, she felt more certain of her ability to pilot the TARDIS than ever before. And that's probably not a good thing, she thought. Must mean I'm getting more Time Lord consciousness spilling back into my brain.
"I'm not going to stand here and have my head blow up, am I?" she asked, annoyed. "'Cause I was promised a proper shag before my head blows up and I'm going to feel righteously cheated if we've gone to all this run-around just for me to stand here and go supernova because I pulled a lever."
"The bond is only widening a bit more," he said. "It won't mature until we get to the 'proper shagging,' I promise."
He sprawled across the controls, stretching the toe of his Converse towards a lever he couldn't quite reach, just as the TARDIS jolted like she'd fallen off a tall step. Donna scrambled to keep her footing while the Doctor was slammed against the console in that rather vulnerable position. He grunted with real feeling.
"You poke a hole in her and she's not going to be happy," Donna pointed out. "But you break that thing off before I get the chance to try it out and you're going to learn just how unhappy I can be."
"Duly noted," he said in a higher pitch than normal.
"You going to need some ice on that?" she asked as he straightened gingerly.
"Nah, I'm good," he said with a sniff, giving a full body shake. "Never underestimate the hardy Time Lord constitution."
"Well, I was going to offer to kiss it and make it better, but if you and your Time Lord constitution are good…" she trailed off, grinning at his hang dog expression.
"Let's not be too hasty," he said. "You can't ever disregard the healing properties of a kiss." He flipped a final set of levers then released the controls and turned to her with a crooked smile.
"This is it, then?" she said and was surprised to hear a bit of a nervous quiver in her voice.
Don't be daft, Donna Noble, she thought resolutely. You going to turn all blushing virgin all of the sudden, after all you two have done now? And as for the rest… well, what's all this balancing practice been for if not to keep your head intact?
"You're going to be fine," he said softly. "We'll get through this together."
She gave herself a mental slap. "'Course I'll be fine," she said with patented bravado and undid her hair, shaking it loose to tumble about her shoulders. The way his expression grew rather predatory as he watched her sent another jolt of liquid lust through her.
Two throws already, one technically his, one mine, yet I'm still panting for it like I'm in heat, she thought, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
"It's not just you feeling that way," he said, but before she could complain about him reading her mind, she met his gaze and saw the golden light starting to swirl through his brown eyes.
"Bedroom. Now," he said huskily, taking her hand.
"Oh yes," she agreed whole-heartedly and nearly yanked him off his feet as she pulled him out of the console room and down the hall.
Chapter 7
Author:
ageless_aislynnFandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Donna
Summary: Donna has managed to save both herself and her memories but in doing so, has she bitten off more than she...and the Doctor...can chew? An alternate end to "Journey's End."
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,160
Spoilers: Up to 4x13 "Journey's End"
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
Beta: The fantabulous
mistojen ♥! *mwah!* ♥!A/N: Where to begin without making this its own chapter? ;) Suffice it to say that since posting the last chapter, Real Life has thrown everything at me, up to and including sickness and computer disasters — which finally wiped my computer out completely nearly a month ago and has left me sharing time on another computer that doesn't have my beloved Word. *gasp* ;) I had no idea what a Word-addict I am until I've had to fumble around with another program. o_O ;) But in return for your patience in waiting for so very long for what was going to be the final chapter, I instead opted to make it super-sized and break it into two, so thus we've extended out to 7 chapters now instead of the previous 6. Barring any plagues of locusts (shouldn't even joke about that, now that I think about it o_O ;) ) or the like, Ch7 should be done by next week. Anyway, if you've stuck with me this long, my sincerest thanks! Hope you enjoy the final chapters! :D ETA: Annnnnnd I went ahead and extended it to 8. *blush* The more the merrier (I hope ;) )!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
"Have I told you how lovely you look?" the Doctor asked softly. He leaned across the small table, brushing back an errant curl which had escaped the fancy twist at the nape of her neck.
"Have I told you—" Donna returned just as softly "—that no matter how many times you tell me that, I'm not letting you off the hook for selling me to that trader this morning?"
"I didn't sell you!" he protested. "It was an implication that I was going to sell you. And it was all a ruse anyway, you very well know. I never would've gone through with it! Wellllll, not unless he'd upped the price considerably— Ouch, Donna! I was joking!"
She gave him an angelic smile, having stomped his Converse under the table with her high heel. The long, silver tablecloth hid the motion from the crowd of beings swaying about the elegant ballroom floor.
He pouted, which made him look like a little boy dressed up in his father's tuxedo. She reached over to straighten his bow tie then smoothed his lapels down, eliciting a smile from him.
"Do I get to return the favor?" he said, eyeing the snug bodice of her satiny, royal purple dress. The neckline wasn't cut so low as to be improper but it was definitely showcasing her cleavage.
"Do they have a problem with indecent behavior here?" she returned, then jumped, startled, as his ankle rubbed sensuously against hers. Sparks of pleasure shot through her at that simple contact and she reflexively took a deep breath.
"Shall we find out?" he said purred, clearly enjoying her reaction.
Oh now, she thought. Two can play at that game, can't they?
She slipped her foot out of her shoe and slid her toes up along the inside of his leg. "So…" she said casually. "This whole formal affair is just to celebrate a meteor shower?"
"They—" his voice came out rather high and squeaky as she caressed his calf. "The, ahem, Zoaoans have famously renown meteor showers," he went on in a more normal tone. "No sentient eye will ever get a better, more spectacularly up-close view of a meteor shower than you can get from their private observation pods! Though, I suppose if an eye isn't sentient, it wouldn't care about meteor–eep!"
She circled his kneecap with her toes then slid her way up along his thigh. For a moment, he appeared to have forgotten how to speak, then he muttered something in Gallifreyan.
"I'm pretty sure the Zoaoans would have rules against us doing that here on the table in front of everybody," she said, resting her chin on her hands and looking supremely innocent.
Now where…? Ah, there, she thought as her foot arrived at its ultimate objective. The Doctor went ram-rod straight in his chair.
"You…understood me?" he gasped as she drew the side of her foot along his length through his trousers.
"Don't have to speak Gallifreyan to get the gist of what you just said, sunshine," she said with a smirk, continuing to rub him under the cover of the long tablecloth. He curled his fingers around the tabletop hard enough his knuckles went white. "Doctor?" she said softly. "You look like you're about to start vibrating."
"'S entirely… possible," he gasped, clearly trying not to writhe in his chair.
"Well then, why don't you show me one of those private observation pods, hm?" She pulled away, slipping her shoe back on, then she rose and came around to provide him a bit of cover as he stood.
He gave her his maniac grin, then swept her into his arms and out onto the dance floor, spinning them gracefully along as he held her close and made good use of her full, satiny skirt to conceal his "condition" from the crowded room. The fact it also allowed him to grind covertly against her in the process was no doubt just a convenient bonus.
He steered them through the nearest exit and down a long corridor filled with numerous doors outlined in blinking silver lights. When they found one where the lights were solid, he pushed the door back and drew her through the doorway.
Donna blinked against the dimness as the door closed behind them. Before her eyes could adjust, he was kissing her almost ravenously. Then next thing she knew, they had grappled across the room and she was leaning back against a large window. As she looked up, she gave an appreciative, "Oh!" at the view of the crystal-clear night sky visible through the observation pod's expansive window curving overhead, offering a view any astronomer would've given their eye-teeth for.
We've got to bring Gramps here, she thought. Well, some other time, when I don't have a Time Lord crawling under my dress, of course!
The Doctor, who had indeed knelt and disappeared beneath her satiny skirt, made a pleased noise. "Your knickers match your dress!" he exclaimed in muffled delight at the discovery.
"900 some years old, yet the things that impress you…" she teased. "I'd think you— Hey! Leave those where they are. I'm not going to stand here in front of this huge window without my knickers on for every space pervert in the universe to gawk at!"
He paused, his fingers toying at the silky waistband. "Don't you think that the fact there's a person under your skirt is equally as scandalous?" he asked in the careful tone than meant he was trying not to laugh.
"Well, they don't know what you're doing down there, now do they? But once the knickers come flying out, all bets are off!"
He lost his composure at that. "Oh, Donna," he finally said when he was able to speak again.
She swatted at his head through her dress — well, it turned more into an affectionate pat by the time she'd delivered it. "You know, some girls might be offended at a bloke laughing while he's face-to-face with her privates."
He tsked, wrapping his arms around her rump and resting his cheek against the front of her knickers. "Now, your lady-bits know very well that I have nothing but the utmost respect and reverence for them!"
The door abruptly opened, revealing two very tall, thin silhouettes framed in the corridor. Donna stared in shock, her face flushing bright red.
"Please excuse," said one of the shapes in a deep voice. As the door swung shut, she heard a second deep voice asking, "Do all humans have four feet like that? I thought they were bipedal…"
This time she did smack the Doctor's head through the skirt. "You didn't lock the door?" she shouted as he yelped.
"No locks," he responded rather sullenly. "Though I may have forgotten to activate the 'occupied' lights."
His arm emerged from beneath her skirt, aiming his screwdriver in the general direction of the door, and a tiny light began blinking on a nearby panel. "There, all fixed," he said, arm disappearing again. "Now, where were we…?"
"You were about to crawl out."
"But Donna, we haven't gotten to any of the good stuff yet!"
"Don't whinge at me for that, spaceman. You're the one who forgot to hang the Do Not Disturb sign. Now, crawl out. I don't feel like doing this anymore. Let's do something else."
He popped out from under her skirt, his face slightly pink and his hair even more of a wild mess than usual. "Something else?" he said, scrambling up to snog her enthusiastically. Then he had her against the window again, this time with her legs around his waist while he supported her with one hand cupping her bum, and the other at the small of her back.
"'S in the way," he mumbled, indicating that her skirt was acting as a lumpy barrier between them. She reached down and carelessly bunched it up so it sat across her thighs. He thrust hard enough against her she had to wonder if a determined Time Lord could bust straight through the twin barriers of tuxedo trousers and purple knickers like a missile homing in on a target.
His next thrust made her not care whether he could or not. Then he was rocking against her, thumping her gently back against the window.
"Harder," she moaned against his mouth. The pressure and friction were lovely but they just weren't quite enough.
He obeyed her request, though shifted his arm so that he was taking some of the impact against the hard surface behind her. Pleasure spiraled through her, then was abruptly interrupted by an uncomfortable twinge.
"Hung," she muttered, breaking the kiss.
"Thanks for noticing," he said, resuming the kiss.
She pulled away again. "I'm meant me. I'm hung!"
He paused, visibly trying to process that. "In that case, you hide it very well," he finally said and she smacked his shoulder.
"I'm hung on your zip, you prawn," she said. "Lean back and let me unhook us."
He adjusted his hold and she wiggled her hand down in between them, questing for the snag. He bucked against her and she scolded, "Try not to move. I don't want to tear my knickers."
"Trying," he returned through gritted teeth. "But I'm – nnnnng – close. So… close."
The tell-tale prickle of heat washed down from her skull, along her spine, then corkscrewed not too far away from where her hand was situated. He trembled, breathing in harsh pants as he tried to hold it off.
"Ah well, then," she said gently. "Go ahead. But I can't promise it'll be my best work."
She turned her hand, grasping him as best she could at the awkward angle, with limited space, and through his trousers, and stroked him in a quick, efficient rhythm.
"Oh, you're brilliant," he groaned, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "Brilliantbrilliantbrilliantbrill– Ah!"
The corkscrew twisted tautly, then snapped in a thick burst of release.
Donna swam lazily back to herself a few moments later, finding them both now sitting on the floor, with her on his lap and her knickers still snagged in his tuxedo zip.
He started to speak, then visibly changed his mind about what he was going to say. "Afraid we're going to have to miss the meteor shower," he said, reaching between them. "We need to get unhooked and get back to the TARDIS."
"Why do we have to–? Oh!" She jerked like a current of electricity had shot through her. His fingers brushed against her again in the course of working the silky fabric of her knickers loose and she pressed towards him automatically, craving more contact. "Doctor?"
"I know," he said, head down as he focused on his task. "The bond's on the verge of expanding."
"But we just had a go. Why didn't the bond like that?"
"Oh, it quite liked it. Gah, how did your knickers get so twisted here? That saying about getting your knickers in a twist now makes a great deal more sense because I can see that that is very much a—"
"Oi," she interrupted, "back on topic, please!"
"The bond very much liked it — and so did I, I'd like to interject at this point. But the bond liked it so much that it stretched open, right to the point before full maturation."
"So that's why it decided that…" she paused for a breath as his fingers briefly pressed against her increasingly aroused flesh. "The bond's decided that it's my turn then, so soon? I suppose we can— Ohhhhh, go back and do that again, won't you?"
He finally got them separated and looked up. She gasped, "Your eyes…"
"Yours, too," he said. "Come on, no time to waste."
They untangled from each other and got a bit shakily to their feet. She glanced at the observation window, seeing their faint reflections. Their eyes glowed with a warm golden light flecked with swirling white flecks.
"Well," she proclaimed after a moment's pause. "Isn't that just wizard?"
Donna sighed in relief as the familiar blue police box came into view.
"I've never been so mortified in all my life," she muttered, clutching the Doctor's arm as they staggered across the neatly manicured garden.
"Ah now," he demurred. "It wasn't that bad."
"I dry-humped you in front of a crowd of people," she said shrilly. "How is that not bad?"
"Most of them thought it was a new dance step," he said reassuringly. "I saw at least two dozen people doing the same thing before we got out the front door— Oh!"
She steadied him as he stumbled. "You all right?" He gave her a single-minded look and she amended her question. "Are you going to be all right, barring chaffing and perhaps a touch of dehydration?"
A wave of pure lust rolled through her and she sucked in a shuddering breath. "Oh, that bond is just playing dirty now," she said, grabbing him by the lapels and drawing him down to her.
There was a confused moment when she realized she was kissing his knuckles. She pulled back and found he had slapped his hand across his mouth.
"Can't," he mumbled, grabbing her hand and urging her to jog as best she could in high heels across the thick, springy grass. "If we start kissing again, we won't stop. We need to get back to the TARDIS."
She abruptly had a vision of them rolling around in the garden while their Zoaoan hosts turned the hose on them. She giggled slightly hysterically, trying to stay up on her toes so her heels wouldn't spike into the ground.
The Doctor had his key out before they reached the TARDIS door. She let go of his hand as he fiddled with the lock, but she couldn't keep from touching him, running her fingers along his spine, over his ribs and around to his chest.
For a skinny boy, he cuts a nice figure in a tux, she thought, deciding to get a jump on things by undoing the first few buttons of his jacket while she pressed herself against his back.
He groaned her name under his breath, then swore. "I dropped the key!" She released him as he bent over to retrieve it, then he bolted upright and hissed in a rather primly scandalized tone: "Donna!"
She winked, giving a cheeky grin, then pinched his bum again. "Why don't you just snap your fingers, you big dumbo?" she chastised fondly.
He ruffled his hair into a wilder riot than usual, giving a wordless noise of frustration, then shoved the key back in his pocket and snapped his fingers. The door swung open. "I'm still not entirely certain if she's just humoring me with that whole thing," he muttered as Donna pushed him through the doorway. Once they were inside, he, in turn, pushed her back against the door and gave her the enthusiastic snog she'd tried to get from him earlier.
"Need to get us into the Vortex," he muttered against her mouth as he began walking them backwards towards the console. "Safest place to be right now."
They finally separated as they reached their destination and he started flipping levers and spinning dials with noticeably shaking hands. The rotor began to churn and the TARDIS jostled a bit more than usual as she dematerialized. Donna took up one of the other stations and began flipping and spinning with equal abandon – and similarly shaking hands. She caught the somewhat alarmed look he gave her.
"Oh, what's that face for?" she retorted. "You know I can do this and it'll go faster if I help. I'm not going to hurt her."
Indeed, she felt more certain of her ability to pilot the TARDIS than ever before. And that's probably not a good thing, she thought. Must mean I'm getting more Time Lord consciousness spilling back into my brain.
"I'm not going to stand here and have my head blow up, am I?" she asked, annoyed. "'Cause I was promised a proper shag before my head blows up and I'm going to feel righteously cheated if we've gone to all this run-around just for me to stand here and go supernova because I pulled a lever."
"The bond is only widening a bit more," he said. "It won't mature until we get to the 'proper shagging,' I promise."
He sprawled across the controls, stretching the toe of his Converse towards a lever he couldn't quite reach, just as the TARDIS jolted like she'd fallen off a tall step. Donna scrambled to keep her footing while the Doctor was slammed against the console in that rather vulnerable position. He grunted with real feeling.
"You poke a hole in her and she's not going to be happy," Donna pointed out. "But you break that thing off before I get the chance to try it out and you're going to learn just how unhappy I can be."
"Duly noted," he said in a higher pitch than normal.
"You going to need some ice on that?" she asked as he straightened gingerly.
"Nah, I'm good," he said with a sniff, giving a full body shake. "Never underestimate the hardy Time Lord constitution."
"Well, I was going to offer to kiss it and make it better, but if you and your Time Lord constitution are good…" she trailed off, grinning at his hang dog expression.
"Let's not be too hasty," he said. "You can't ever disregard the healing properties of a kiss." He flipped a final set of levers then released the controls and turned to her with a crooked smile.
"This is it, then?" she said and was surprised to hear a bit of a nervous quiver in her voice.
Don't be daft, Donna Noble, she thought resolutely. You going to turn all blushing virgin all of the sudden, after all you two have done now? And as for the rest… well, what's all this balancing practice been for if not to keep your head intact?
"You're going to be fine," he said softly. "We'll get through this together."
She gave herself a mental slap. "'Course I'll be fine," she said with patented bravado and undid her hair, shaking it loose to tumble about her shoulders. The way his expression grew rather predatory as he watched her sent another jolt of liquid lust through her.
Two throws already, one technically his, one mine, yet I'm still panting for it like I'm in heat, she thought, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
"It's not just you feeling that way," he said, but before she could complain about him reading her mind, she met his gaze and saw the golden light starting to swirl through his brown eyes.
"Bedroom. Now," he said huskily, taking her hand.
"Oh yes," she agreed whole-heartedly and nearly yanked him off his feet as she pulled him out of the console room and down the hall.
Chapter 7
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The golden-eyes thing reminds me of Rose going all Bad-Wolf in the first season; I like the connections you're making. Plus, Donna's fantastic and snarky and the Doctor is cute and horny and desperate. I'm really looking forward to the climax. Er, pun not intended (or was it?!).
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Heeeee! That put the biggest smile on my face! ;) I'm so very glad you enjoyed it all! :D (I'm terrible but cute!horny!desperate!Ten is my very favorite sort of Ten, lol! ;) )
Thanks so much for reading and commenting! :D ♥!
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Very very nice. I love how each chapter has the ability to be incredibly hot and hilarious all at the same time. :D
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Just LOVE your Donna to bits!!!
*Hugs*
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*Hugs*
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You know, I've tried writing Nine/Rose but I just have read so many excellent Nine/Rose authors like
*hugs!* ♥!
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Thanks so much for reading and commenting! :D ♥!
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ETA: And geeez do I want to gank that icon but I followed the link back from your profile and can't find where the maker has it up in an icon post. :S Piffle! *pouty face* Do you happen to remember if it came from a post in a comm instead? *bats eyelashes fetchingly* ;) ♥!
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Their eyes glowed with a warm golden light flecked with swirling white flecks.
"Well," she proclaimed after a moment's pause. "Isn't that just wizard?"
I loved the wizard line from Donna in Turn Left, then from 10.5 in Journey's End! So glad you added it. :D
Re the icon...I snagged it from someone else who credited it to neadods. I sent her a message asking if she was indeed the maker; she said yes, and she was honored to have it snagged. :) So why don't you just right click it and steal it from this post? (Gah, doesn't a man taking off his tie just do it for you?? It does it for me!)
Can't wait for the figuratively mind-blowing shag!! ;D ♥
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Anyway, thanks so much, I'm so glad you got a kick out of the wizard line! I just felt like that would be a definite Donna thing to say at that moment, lol! ;)
Thanks again! *hugs!* ♥!
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"Thanks for noticing," he said, resuming the kiss.
She pulled away again. "I'm meant me. I'm hung!"
Sorry to quote a huge chunk but this made me cackle so much :)
I was so happy when I saw this was posted. I love you, it's wonderful!!!
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Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! *happy dances* *hugs!* ♥!
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OMG I should not read this at work but I couldn't resist :D
Soooooooo worth the wait!!
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*smacks self to stop staring at the icons and get back on topic* ;)
Hee, I'm so glad you enjoyed it and found it worth the wait! *hides your computer screen so nobody at work notices the Ten/Donna sexxins* ;) Thanks so very much! ♥♥♥!!!
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"Ah well, then," she said gently. "Go ahead. But I can't promise it'll be my best work."
I've said it before and I'll say it again; I love the fact that the sex is hot but so very real and very funny at the same time. It would have to be because you've nailed their characters completely and that's how sex would be with them.
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Thanks again for reading and commenting! So very much appreciated! :D ♥♥♥!!!
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Heeee, I totally agree with that! ;) I'm so glad you enjoyed this chapter! Thanks so very much for reading and commenting! :D ♥!
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That is all.
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I love that you've actually stretched the tension for six chapters and it's still hot. Well, and damned funny, of course.
Best chapter yet!
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I'm so glad you enjoyed it! And I'm especially glad to hear that the tension's remained hot and funny after all this time! *happy dances* Thanks again so much for reading and commenting! :D ♥!
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This story, though? Makes perfect, lovely, delicious, yummy sense. I will be sad to see it end. :(
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I'm so glad you enjoyed this one! Thanks so very much for reading and commenting! :D
I will be sad to see it end. :(
Awwww, I will be, too! But hopefully it'll have been a fun ride! :D *hugs!* ♥!
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i got really excitedseeing this posted on my friends page :D
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So glad you enjoyed! Thanks so much for reading and commenting! :D ♥!
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Chapter 6?! YES!
Posted 2 days ago? How could I have missed this! Gah!
*is lustful over sexy Donna*
They have such follies when they try to have sex! LOL!
Oh, sexxins! YES!
No sexxins?! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
*dies*
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Thanks so much for reading and commenting! :D ♥!
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Thanks again for reading and commenting! :D ♥!
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Made me LOL:
- "But once the knickers come flying out, all bets are off!"
- "In that case, you hide it very well"
- "Isn't that just wizard?"
- "'Cause I was promised a proper shag before my head blows up and I'm going to feel righteously cheated if we've gone to all this run-around just for me to stand here and go supernova because I pulled a lever."
Also, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ENDED THIS PART LIKE THAT!
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Heee, I'm so glad those lines gave you a giggle (they did me as well but you never know if what sounds funny in your head to you will really come across that way! ;) )! And yep, this is the only part that ended on a cliffhanger of sorts! ;) But at least the conclusion should be up next week (barring disasters, of course O_O ;) ), so it shouldn't be so long of a wait! ;)
Thanks so very much for reading and for leaving me such a lovely, fantastic comment! That made my day! *hugs!* ♥!