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aislynnTitle: "Four Times Donna Gave It To The Doctor (And The One Time He Gave It To Her)" (1/1)
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ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: The loverlylilianvaldemyer gave me the prompt Ten/Donna "she gives it to him immediately" and I chose to answer it in five different drabble-ish ways. ;)
Rating: R (light, for a non-graphic sexual situation and innuendo)
Length: 1,350
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Unbeta'ed, so all mistakes are mine. ;)
1.
"A food fight festival!" the Doctor exclaimed as some sort of globby pudding flew by him. "Isn't this fun?"
Donna, now with said globby pudding splattered across her chest, gave the back of his head an incredulous look. Part of a parfait was dribbling down the side of her face and she suspected there was frosting adorning her ponytail.
"Fun isn't exactly the word I'd—" she began as a huge dollap of meringue seemed to curve around his pristine brown pinstripes to strike the front of her pale pink blouse with a vaguely obscene noise. "Oi, why is it only hitting me?"
"Don't be ridiculous," he tutted. "Look, I have a drop of lemon custard on my sleeve! No, wait, that's just a speck of lint. Well, I almost had a drop of lemon custard on my sleeve, at any rate."
She exhaled heavily, reminding herself that murder really was morally reprehensible. Then she spotted something on the table next to her. "Doctor, would you care for some banana crème pie?" she asked in a thoroughly innocent tone.
"Oh, absolutely," he said brightly. "I'd love a bit of banana cr—"
As he turned, she gave it to him. Immediately.
2.
Donna sat back, wiping her mouth on her hand, and looked speculatively up at the Doctor who was breathing hard, sprawled across the console chair. The alarmingly maroon color suffusing his face was gradually returning to normal.
If any other bloke had come rushing into a room and asked her for what he'd asked her for, she would've laughed in his face or decked him. Or both. But one look at him on the verge of a Time Lord brain spasm or some other dire alien thing and she'd just shoved him onto the chair and immediately given it to him.
"So," she finally said. "A 'medically necessary blowjob,' seriously?"
"Well, you see," he said, tucking himself back into his trousers and zipping up, "I had no idea those Esstarian spores we encountered would have such a potent effect on my physiology or I would've—"
"That was this morning," she scoffed. "Is that why you've been locked away all this time? Should I even ask what you've been doing? Or should I just get you a glass of water for the dehydration?"
"Donna! I was working on an antidote," he said, sounding slightly offended. "I wasn't off having... bouncy fun alone time, thank you very much! I thought I'd figured out the correct dosage but it turns out that it required a bit more of a—" he cleared his throat "—helping-hands approach. I'm so sorry, so very, very sorry. I never expected it to—"
She dismissively waved him off before he could Go There and turn this into something awkward between them. "Eh, you'd do the same for me. Look at how you held my hair back while I was spewing up that rainbow-colored junk last week. You're right, you know, sometimes a hamburger is not just a hamburger. Anyway, you can make it up to me."
His expression was halfway between worried and intrigued. "How?" he asked.
"Shopping."
"Shopping?" he repeated, arching a brow. "For what?"
"Kneepads," she said with a wink. "This grating is killing my knees! Now, help me up, you prawn, and let's go find some sporeless, hamburgerless planet to explore, hm?"
3.
She was halfway into a well-stocked rack in the TARDIS' extensive wardrobe, hoping to find a dressy pair of trousers to match the cute eyelet blouse she'd just discovered, when the Doctor's voice drew her out.
"Donna, look at what I found!"
He was standing in front of the full-length mirror, his usual pinstripes shed in favor of an outfit that seemed to have been cobbled together from no less than half a dozen other sets of clothes. Stripes, plaids and polka dots warred and clashed in a kaleidoscope of colors that made her feel slightly dizzy the longer she looked at it.
He twisted this way and that, admiring his reflection, and Donna grabbed hold of the clothing rack to keep from falling over from a wave of vertigo. She noted with surprise that there actually was a pair of trousers in the universe that could make his skinny bum look perilously close to big.
"I haven't seen this in years!" he said enthusiastically.
She made a noncommittal noise, thinking that the TARDIS might have given it a little "help" in getting lost.
"It really does have panache, doesn't it?" he went on, preening. "Come on now, let's have it. What do you think? Honest opinion."
Well, since he asked... She gave him her opinion in immediate and very thorough detail. She even managed to keep the crowing laughter and pithy comments to what she thought was a very respectable minimum.
He pouted for the rest of the day.
4.
"They're doing what to you?" Donna asked through the sizzle of the invisible force field.
The Doctor started to gesture then visibly thought better of it and kept his hands where they were, cupped over his groin. He was completely stark naked.
"They're auctioning me off," he repeated. "Did you know they've already had more than three hundred bids? They're saying that they think I might get the highest bid for any unclaimed male ever!"
She snorted. Trust him to sound pleased about it! "For cryin' out loud," she muttered. "Stay here and I'll get this sorted out."
"Where am I going to go?" he pointed out, then called after her as she crossed the open market, "See how high the bidding has gone while you're there!"
She spotted a tall, silvery-skinned alien woman wearing the biggest, shiniest hat out of all the others, adorned with bright, neon-colored feathers and floating, sparkly spangles. All of the action seemed to be revolving around her, so that was where Donna headed.
I swear, she thought as she shoved and bustled her way through the lively crowd. He really does need a keeper, sometimes!
So she would just have to give him one, immediately, if not sooner, judging from the argumentative sounds of the bidding.
"Listen here, you hens!" Donna bellowed loudly enough that the entire raucous bunch went silent in surprise. "He's not an 'unclaimed male,' so you can just give him back his clothes and keep your filthy thoughts to yourself. He's bloody well mine and anybody who wants him is going to have to go through me to get him!"
It took approximately one minute's worth of a tirade for them to be convinced that an angry Donna Noble could negate any price, no matter how extravagant, he might've fetched at auction. Two and a half minutes after that, he was hastily pulling on his blue pinstriped clothes, Converse, and coat -- after checking to make sure his glasses and sonic screwdriver were still safely in his pockets. Nine minutes later, they were dematerializing in the TARDIS.
His cheek-splitting grin, however, lasted for considerably longer.
5.
"Wow," Donna said breathlessly, buttoning the top button of her blouse.
The Doctor grinned, straightening his own askew clothing. "Yeahhhh," he drawled in a thoroughly self-satisfied tone. "Promised to give you a good time, didn't I?"
"That was bloody incredible," she agreed, raking her fingers through her disheveled hair. "Can we do it again?"
"I don't see why not," he said, stretching mightily. "Unless you need some time to recover?"
She snorted derisively. "Give it to me again right now, spaceman. I'm ready whenever you are!" Then she smacked his arm as the roller coaster car began to track up to the top of the steep hill once more. "Why didn't you tell me that the TARDIS has such an amazing amusement park hidden away in here? This is the best coaster I've ever been on in my life!"
"But, Donna," he said in dismay, his smug demeanor faltering as they reached the peak. He had to shout to be heard over her exuberant whoops of joy as they blasted down the steep plunge, racing towards the first loop. "Whaaaaat diddd yoooooooou thiiink abouttt ttthe sexxxxxxx?!?"
Author:
ageless_aislynnFandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: The loverly
lilianvaldemyer gave me the prompt Ten/Donna "she gives it to him immediately" and I chose to answer it in five different drabble-ish ways. ;)Rating: R (light, for a non-graphic sexual situation and innuendo)
Length: 1,350
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Unbeta'ed, so all mistakes are mine. ;)
1.
"A food fight festival!" the Doctor exclaimed as some sort of globby pudding flew by him. "Isn't this fun?"
Donna, now with said globby pudding splattered across her chest, gave the back of his head an incredulous look. Part of a parfait was dribbling down the side of her face and she suspected there was frosting adorning her ponytail.
"Fun isn't exactly the word I'd—" she began as a huge dollap of meringue seemed to curve around his pristine brown pinstripes to strike the front of her pale pink blouse with a vaguely obscene noise. "Oi, why is it only hitting me?"
"Don't be ridiculous," he tutted. "Look, I have a drop of lemon custard on my sleeve! No, wait, that's just a speck of lint. Well, I almost had a drop of lemon custard on my sleeve, at any rate."
She exhaled heavily, reminding herself that murder really was morally reprehensible. Then she spotted something on the table next to her. "Doctor, would you care for some banana crème pie?" she asked in a thoroughly innocent tone.
"Oh, absolutely," he said brightly. "I'd love a bit of banana cr—"
As he turned, she gave it to him. Immediately.
2.
Donna sat back, wiping her mouth on her hand, and looked speculatively up at the Doctor who was breathing hard, sprawled across the console chair. The alarmingly maroon color suffusing his face was gradually returning to normal.
If any other bloke had come rushing into a room and asked her for what he'd asked her for, she would've laughed in his face or decked him. Or both. But one look at him on the verge of a Time Lord brain spasm or some other dire alien thing and she'd just shoved him onto the chair and immediately given it to him.
"So," she finally said. "A 'medically necessary blowjob,' seriously?"
"Well, you see," he said, tucking himself back into his trousers and zipping up, "I had no idea those Esstarian spores we encountered would have such a potent effect on my physiology or I would've—"
"That was this morning," she scoffed. "Is that why you've been locked away all this time? Should I even ask what you've been doing? Or should I just get you a glass of water for the dehydration?"
"Donna! I was working on an antidote," he said, sounding slightly offended. "I wasn't off having... bouncy fun alone time, thank you very much! I thought I'd figured out the correct dosage but it turns out that it required a bit more of a—" he cleared his throat "—helping-hands approach. I'm so sorry, so very, very sorry. I never expected it to—"
She dismissively waved him off before he could Go There and turn this into something awkward between them. "Eh, you'd do the same for me. Look at how you held my hair back while I was spewing up that rainbow-colored junk last week. You're right, you know, sometimes a hamburger is not just a hamburger. Anyway, you can make it up to me."
His expression was halfway between worried and intrigued. "How?" he asked.
"Shopping."
"Shopping?" he repeated, arching a brow. "For what?"
"Kneepads," she said with a wink. "This grating is killing my knees! Now, help me up, you prawn, and let's go find some sporeless, hamburgerless planet to explore, hm?"
3.
She was halfway into a well-stocked rack in the TARDIS' extensive wardrobe, hoping to find a dressy pair of trousers to match the cute eyelet blouse she'd just discovered, when the Doctor's voice drew her out.
"Donna, look at what I found!"
He was standing in front of the full-length mirror, his usual pinstripes shed in favor of an outfit that seemed to have been cobbled together from no less than half a dozen other sets of clothes. Stripes, plaids and polka dots warred and clashed in a kaleidoscope of colors that made her feel slightly dizzy the longer she looked at it.
He twisted this way and that, admiring his reflection, and Donna grabbed hold of the clothing rack to keep from falling over from a wave of vertigo. She noted with surprise that there actually was a pair of trousers in the universe that could make his skinny bum look perilously close to big.
"I haven't seen this in years!" he said enthusiastically.
She made a noncommittal noise, thinking that the TARDIS might have given it a little "help" in getting lost.
"It really does have panache, doesn't it?" he went on, preening. "Come on now, let's have it. What do you think? Honest opinion."
Well, since he asked... She gave him her opinion in immediate and very thorough detail. She even managed to keep the crowing laughter and pithy comments to what she thought was a very respectable minimum.
He pouted for the rest of the day.
4.
"They're doing what to you?" Donna asked through the sizzle of the invisible force field.
The Doctor started to gesture then visibly thought better of it and kept his hands where they were, cupped over his groin. He was completely stark naked.
"They're auctioning me off," he repeated. "Did you know they've already had more than three hundred bids? They're saying that they think I might get the highest bid for any unclaimed male ever!"
She snorted. Trust him to sound pleased about it! "For cryin' out loud," she muttered. "Stay here and I'll get this sorted out."
"Where am I going to go?" he pointed out, then called after her as she crossed the open market, "See how high the bidding has gone while you're there!"
She spotted a tall, silvery-skinned alien woman wearing the biggest, shiniest hat out of all the others, adorned with bright, neon-colored feathers and floating, sparkly spangles. All of the action seemed to be revolving around her, so that was where Donna headed.
I swear, she thought as she shoved and bustled her way through the lively crowd. He really does need a keeper, sometimes!
So she would just have to give him one, immediately, if not sooner, judging from the argumentative sounds of the bidding.
"Listen here, you hens!" Donna bellowed loudly enough that the entire raucous bunch went silent in surprise. "He's not an 'unclaimed male,' so you can just give him back his clothes and keep your filthy thoughts to yourself. He's bloody well mine and anybody who wants him is going to have to go through me to get him!"
It took approximately one minute's worth of a tirade for them to be convinced that an angry Donna Noble could negate any price, no matter how extravagant, he might've fetched at auction. Two and a half minutes after that, he was hastily pulling on his blue pinstriped clothes, Converse, and coat -- after checking to make sure his glasses and sonic screwdriver were still safely in his pockets. Nine minutes later, they were dematerializing in the TARDIS.
His cheek-splitting grin, however, lasted for considerably longer.
5.
"Wow," Donna said breathlessly, buttoning the top button of her blouse.
The Doctor grinned, straightening his own askew clothing. "Yeahhhh," he drawled in a thoroughly self-satisfied tone. "Promised to give you a good time, didn't I?"
"That was bloody incredible," she agreed, raking her fingers through her disheveled hair. "Can we do it again?"
"I don't see why not," he said, stretching mightily. "Unless you need some time to recover?"
She snorted derisively. "Give it to me again right now, spaceman. I'm ready whenever you are!" Then she smacked his arm as the roller coaster car began to track up to the top of the steep hill once more. "Why didn't you tell me that the TARDIS has such an amazing amusement park hidden away in here? This is the best coaster I've ever been on in my life!"
"But, Donna," he said in dismay, his smug demeanor faltering as they reached the peak. He had to shout to be heard over her exuberant whoops of joy as they blasted down the steep plunge, racing towards the first loop. "Whaaaaat diddd yoooooooou thiiink abouttt ttthe sexxxxxxx?!?"
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Date: 2009-06-08 07:29 am (UTC)Thanks so much! :D ♥♥♥!!!