Ficlet: "Beware of Ice" (Doctor Who, Ten/Donna) (1/1)
Title: "Beware of Ice" (1/1)
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: Written in thanks for doctorsdiva's bid on me at the Support Stacie auction. The prompt was "Doctor/Donna and an ice cube."
Rating: PG-13
Length: 843
Spoilers/warnings: 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. ;)
"Look, Donna!" the Doctor called. With a loud pop, he blew a small, blue-tinted ice cube up into the air, then caught it deftly between his teeth. He grinned at her, crunching loudly.
Donna pushed her sunglasses up higher on her nose and debated whether or not to pretend she didn't know him. There were no other patrons in the cute outdoor bistro and the only movement came from the tall, celery stalk-shaped natives passing by on the street level. Several leafy bits swayed in their direction, peering at his antics over the partial wall, and she wasn't sure if the wildly ruffling fronds meant they were aghast with the horror of broken etiquette or were simply laughing at the silly tourists.
Probably not the first time he's amused the celery, she thought, stirring the remains of her fruity drink with a swizzle stick. The Doctor's drink was long gone, leaving him with a tall glass of blue ice cubes to amuse himself with.
"Donna, watch this one," he said and blew the next cube even higher. Tilting his chair precariously on two legs, he managed to snag it out of the air, though it hit the back of his throat with a strangled gulp and set off a round of spluttering and coughing as his chair thumped loudly down.
"You're going to choke yourself to death," she scolded, patting him briskly between the shoulder blades.
"Nah," he demurred as soon as the fit passed. "Just misjudged the trajectory a bit. I bet I could juggle three, do you want to see?"
Before she could object, he tossed a trio of cubes into his mouth, giving himself chipmunk-cheeks as he tipped his chair back, preparing to launch them up. Donna leaned over to snatch the glass out of his hand, accidentally kicking the chair leg as she did-
-and his mouthful of ice was ejected in a curving arc that ended with a plunge straight down her décolletage.
"Ohhh, what a shot!" he exclaimed with a victorious fist-pump. "And I wasn't even trying!"
She yelped, sinking down in her seat as she tried to covertly shove her hand up under her blouse and get a hold of the slippery, rapidly dissolving ice. Beyond the wall, she saw several leafy celery fronds lose all of their ruffles and go ram-rod straight. "I can't believe you-"
A loud crackling noise suddenly rose up from between her breasts and she and the Doctor shared a startled look.
He immediately stuck his hand down her blouse without so much as a "Bob's your uncle" and fished out one of the slivers of ice as she got a hold of the others from underneath and slung them away. He touched his tongue to the wet remains on his fingertips.
"Ah-hah," he said. "Your warmer external body temperature triggered a chemical reaction that's-"
"Oi!" she exclaimed, coming up out of her chair as the crackling grew more pronounced.
"Don't panic," he said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "It's a perfectly harmless auditory phenomenon. Just…enjoy it!"
She stared at him until he edged a finger in his collar. "Enjoy it?" she repeated, mouthing each syllable distinctly. "It sounds like my-" she couldn't decide on an appropriate euphemism to use in front of him and the celery gathering with noticeable interest at the nearby wall. She finally just cupped both of her hands in front of herself "-are setting off firecrackers! Exactly how am I supposed to enjoy that, spaceman? How long is it going to last?"
"Um, not long," he said, none-too-covertly sliding out of her reach as his words came faster. "Not more than a few hours at the very most and, you know, if we want to see the sun setting over the Ezezruma Crystal Mountains, we really should get to walking! Won't that be interesting? An entire mountain range lighting up like… No? But that's why we came, after all and…"
She crossed her arms over her chest, which barely muffled the popbangcrackles! coming faster and louder from her breasts. Then she deliberately looked from him to the glass of ice then back at him again.
"Now, Donna, my lower core temperature and different biological makeup might cause an entirely different-" he cut off as she inclined her head to the side and increased the intensity of her pointed expression.
He picked up the glass and shook it, rattling the blue ice cubes meaningfully. "You're right," he said, dropping his other hand to his waistband. "It's only fair."
The celery enthusiastically applauded.
They didn't make it to the Ezezruma Crystal Mountains by sunset, as a civil uprising occurred and an evil, leafy, celery-like tyrant had to be overthrown, but the Doctor promised they'd come back another time.
All-in-all, Donna felt that was for the best, considering it probably would've been difficult to appreciate the view, given the thunderous sound of fireworks emanating from her brassiere and the bright, colorful pyrotechnic display shooting out of the front of his trousers.
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Ten/Donna
Summary: Written in thanks for doctorsdiva's bid on me at the Support Stacie auction. The prompt was "Doctor/Donna and an ice cube."
Rating: PG-13
Length: 843
Spoilers/warnings: 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. ;)
"Look, Donna!" the Doctor called. With a loud pop, he blew a small, blue-tinted ice cube up into the air, then caught it deftly between his teeth. He grinned at her, crunching loudly.
Donna pushed her sunglasses up higher on her nose and debated whether or not to pretend she didn't know him. There were no other patrons in the cute outdoor bistro and the only movement came from the tall, celery stalk-shaped natives passing by on the street level. Several leafy bits swayed in their direction, peering at his antics over the partial wall, and she wasn't sure if the wildly ruffling fronds meant they were aghast with the horror of broken etiquette or were simply laughing at the silly tourists.
Probably not the first time he's amused the celery, she thought, stirring the remains of her fruity drink with a swizzle stick. The Doctor's drink was long gone, leaving him with a tall glass of blue ice cubes to amuse himself with.
"Donna, watch this one," he said and blew the next cube even higher. Tilting his chair precariously on two legs, he managed to snag it out of the air, though it hit the back of his throat with a strangled gulp and set off a round of spluttering and coughing as his chair thumped loudly down.
"You're going to choke yourself to death," she scolded, patting him briskly between the shoulder blades.
"Nah," he demurred as soon as the fit passed. "Just misjudged the trajectory a bit. I bet I could juggle three, do you want to see?"
Before she could object, he tossed a trio of cubes into his mouth, giving himself chipmunk-cheeks as he tipped his chair back, preparing to launch them up. Donna leaned over to snatch the glass out of his hand, accidentally kicking the chair leg as she did-
-and his mouthful of ice was ejected in a curving arc that ended with a plunge straight down her décolletage.
"Ohhh, what a shot!" he exclaimed with a victorious fist-pump. "And I wasn't even trying!"
She yelped, sinking down in her seat as she tried to covertly shove her hand up under her blouse and get a hold of the slippery, rapidly dissolving ice. Beyond the wall, she saw several leafy celery fronds lose all of their ruffles and go ram-rod straight. "I can't believe you-"
A loud crackling noise suddenly rose up from between her breasts and she and the Doctor shared a startled look.
He immediately stuck his hand down her blouse without so much as a "Bob's your uncle" and fished out one of the slivers of ice as she got a hold of the others from underneath and slung them away. He touched his tongue to the wet remains on his fingertips.
"Ah-hah," he said. "Your warmer external body temperature triggered a chemical reaction that's-"
"Oi!" she exclaimed, coming up out of her chair as the crackling grew more pronounced.
"Don't panic," he said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "It's a perfectly harmless auditory phenomenon. Just…enjoy it!"
She stared at him until he edged a finger in his collar. "Enjoy it?" she repeated, mouthing each syllable distinctly. "It sounds like my-" she couldn't decide on an appropriate euphemism to use in front of him and the celery gathering with noticeable interest at the nearby wall. She finally just cupped both of her hands in front of herself "-are setting off firecrackers! Exactly how am I supposed to enjoy that, spaceman? How long is it going to last?"
"Um, not long," he said, none-too-covertly sliding out of her reach as his words came faster. "Not more than a few hours at the very most and, you know, if we want to see the sun setting over the Ezezruma Crystal Mountains, we really should get to walking! Won't that be interesting? An entire mountain range lighting up like… No? But that's why we came, after all and…"
She crossed her arms over her chest, which barely muffled the popbangcrackles! coming faster and louder from her breasts. Then she deliberately looked from him to the glass of ice then back at him again.
"Now, Donna, my lower core temperature and different biological makeup might cause an entirely different-" he cut off as she inclined her head to the side and increased the intensity of her pointed expression.
He picked up the glass and shook it, rattling the blue ice cubes meaningfully. "You're right," he said, dropping his other hand to his waistband. "It's only fair."
The celery enthusiastically applauded.
They didn't make it to the Ezezruma Crystal Mountains by sunset, as a civil uprising occurred and an evil, leafy, celery-like tyrant had to be overthrown, but the Doctor promised they'd come back another time.
All-in-all, Donna felt that was for the best, considering it probably would've been difficult to appreciate the view, given the thunderous sound of fireworks emanating from her brassiere and the bright, colorful pyrotechnic display shooting out of the front of his trousers.