An Officer and the Noble Woman, Part 44
An Officer and the Noble Woman, Part 44
Author: dtstrainers
Paring: Donna Noble/Peter Carlisle
Co-Captain of this Ship:
whosintheattic, for getting me started on this, but all errors are mine alone.
First Mate: The lovely
serenityslady has graciously offered her awesome beta reader skills. Thanks always for the support and suggestions.
Rating: PG-S for Plot Galore folowed by smut.Word Count: a respectible 6,138 words. Nothing else about this is in any way respectible.
Disclaimer: Donna and Peter- not mine, but in my mind.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012 5:37 PM
Peter keyed in the code for the street-level gate, letting it clang shut behind him, all the while mulling over what he’d learned. While Geoff Hinton had provided him with much food for thought, it was the idea of some unknown entity paying out a stipend for Donna's care that bothered him most. What better way to keep tabs on her than to provide a dedicated service that documented every bit of her medical data and a fair amount of personal information as a matter of course? As both a mental exercise and a bit of a stalling technique, he’d forced himself to speculate on possible alternate sources for this special service, rejecting each almost as soon as it occurred to him. For the sake of thoroughness, he knew he would still verify his theories later, but Peter was sure the private health care wasn’t part of an executive benefits package from Noble Endeavors, as Donna would never have condoned the cost nor tolerated the special treatment. In light of the fact that he’d never been able to find any reference to the source of her injuries in all the files surreptitiously provided by Ian’s connections to the Home Office, he deemed it equally unlikely the service was part of some official compensation settlement.
As he absently climbed the stairs leading to the flat he would soon share with Donna, Peter felt the weight of his mobile in his coat pocket and reached for it, thumbing it to life as he stopped just outside her door. The screen flared brightly once more, displaying his last entry- the number for the mysterious specialist Geoff had found in Donna’s medical file. He had no illusions. Even as his thumb hovered over the connect button, he was fully aware that he was postponing the inevitable. Peter knew, beyond a doubt, just who would answer if he’d only press the button and make the call he’d been putting off. It was only the fact that he hadn't discussed the situation with Donna that stayed his hand. He was itching to put closure to this whole situation and find the truth of her missing past once and for all, but this was literally her call to make and, as much as the waiting galled him, he promised himself he would abide by her decision, whatever the outcome. The time was right. He simply needed to be there for her when she was ready to confront her past so that they were finally free to move into their future together.
Peter fumbled in his pocket for the door key before remembering that, since Donna’s renovations were complete, he no longer needed one. Dropping his mobile and key ring back into his pocket, Peter pressed his left thumb to the pad beside the door and waited. As the lock disengaged with a telltale snick, Peter heard a tiny shriek and the patter of frantic footsteps from within and his blood ran cold. He thrust the door open and glanced around quickly, stunned at the chaos that greeted him. Peter advanced two determined steps into the room before the sound of girlish laughter retreating down the hall towards Donna’s bedroom registered.
“Donna?” he called cautiously, a hint of worry in his voice. “Are ye -?”
“Peter!” she shrieked in response, and he frowned as the end of his name dissolved into giddy giggles. “Oh. My. GOD! You’re early!” He relaxed fractionally at the sound of her voice, panic-stricken, yet somehow full of mirth.
“Early?” Peter replied, eyeing his watch dubiously. “Well, about 20 minutes, maybe-“
“Twenty minutes?” He heard another nervous giggle from down the hall and Donna immediately amended her statement. “NOOoooo! It’s late! How the flippin’ hell did that happen?”
Peter scratched the back of his neck, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, torn between staying put and charging after her. “Donna, are ye all right?” he asked, shuffling towards the hallway. “Is something the matter? Who’s with ye?"
“Everything’s fine, Peter, really!” she cried. “Just please, don’t come back here until I say! Stay right there?”
“All right,” he agreed, turning slowly on the spot to catalog the disorder around him, "but what the bloody hell happened here?" If you were to place a week’s worth of serious, full-time, retail shopping on a carousel, Peter decided, and turn it on high in the middle of the dining room, the resultant disorder still wouldn't approach the current state of Donna's flat. His first impulse was to call a colleague in property crimes until he realized it was only Donna's dining area that was in a state of complete disarray and the rest of her - their- flat was as tidy as ever. He was still trying to take it all in when a neat chestnut bob peeked around the corner for a moment, then disappeared almost before he had time to register the features beneath it. He heard a flurry of quiet whispers and another suppressed laugh before Donna walked out with as much dignity as she could muster, given that she was clutching a partially-zipped midnight blue cocktail dress to her bosom and wore only one spectacularly treacherous stiletto heel. She marched into the dining room and stood in the center, searching the floor and chairs futilely for some unknown item. She glanced at Peter and bit her lip before turning towards the hall and hissing, “Oi! Where?”
The chestnut bob appeared from around the corner once more and pointed. “Just there! On the other side of the table!” Peter caught a glimpse of naked shoulder and immediately began a thorough and discreet examination of his shoes.
With a subdued cry of triumph, Donna swept around the table and scooped up a blouse, a jacket, something that might have been some sort of ladies' undergarment, and, much to Peter’s amusement, the mate to the stiletto she wore. She set the high-heeled shoe properly on the floor and teetered precariously on one leg for a moment before she managed to balance and slip it on. She straightened up and adjusted her dress strap, pulling it into place and throwing her shoulders back to keep it secure. Donna tossed him a mischievous smile as she sauntered back to the hallway, her ginger curls brushing her bare back above the open zip of her dress. Peter risked looking up to watch the gentle sway of her hips as she slowly made her way across the floor and he had to press his fist to his lip to keep from laughing as a bare arm shot out from the hallway to snatch the clothes from her grasp. Donna wobbled dangerously with an indignant cry of “Oi!" and just as Peter lunged for her, knowing he’d never be able to reach her in time, the same arm reappeared amidst another gale of laughter to arrest her fall. She glanced at Peter and a naughty grin spread across her face before she disappeared around the corner once more.
Suddenly made redundant, Peter stood by in bemused silence, one eyebrow arching higher by the second as he heard a flurry of whispers followed by a muffled guffaw drift down the hall.
The mystery of the giggles was solved when Maddie appeared around the corner, straightening her skirt and making a beeline for a discarded pair of pumps beside the sofa.
"Maddie," Peter said as a tiny smile played about the corner of his mouth, his eyes dancing with relieved amusement. "I'd ask what the pair of ye have been gettin' up to, but given the sheer volume of physical evidence in which I find m’self stood, I'm sure the query would do naught to burnish my professional reputation.”
Maddie laid a garment bag across the back of the sofa and stepped into her shoes carefully. “Peter, what an unexpected surprise,” she said by way of greeting. She turned slightly and called back over her shoulder. “Donna, how many words was that?"
“Thirty-eight,” Donna replied, reentering the room with two large bags. She set them at Maddie’s feet and stood carefully, crossing her arms over her chest to hold her dress in place. “Thirty-nine if you count your name, which I don’t. He’s off his game today, I think.”
"Probably the shock of finding two nearly nude women in the dining room upon his return home,” Maddie said with a laugh as Peter scoffed, scratching the back of his neck self-consciously nevertheless. Maddie leaned in close to Donna and stage-whispered, “Show him the green one next.” She smoothly did up the zip on the back of Donna's dress before winking conspiratorially at Peter as she passed. "Nice to see you again, Peter," she called out as she swept up her bags and backed towards the door, laughing at his expression before waving her goodbyes. “Donna, this was lovely. Ring me tomorrow and we’ll finalize the plans for the opening and for Friday night!”
“Will do, and don’t let me catch you goin’ shoppin’ without me!” Donna replied with a grin as she adjusted the neckline of her dress. “We still have that,” she paused, shooting a sidelong glance at Peter "….thing…. we have to look into, yeah?”
“Well, one of us will look, at any rate,” Maddie said with a smirk, her eyes glittering as they flitted between Peter and Donna. She laughed again and closed the door with a last meaningful look at Donna. “Talk to you later!”
Peter stood looking around the room at the heaps of bags and boxes strewn about once more, waiting until he heard the outer door of Donna’s garden clang shut before speaking. "So… Maddie?” he finally ventured, stifling the urge to lift the lid of the nearest box and peek inside. “What was she goin’ on about there? I thought ye were goin’ to work before meetin’ Nerys today?”
As Donna cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes, Peter hastened to clarify. ”Not that ye needed to clear it through me or any such nonsense. I’m merely curious, is all,” he explained, and as she visibly relaxed, Peter finally gave in to temptation. His tongue pressed up against the back of his teeth as he poked at the nearest large, flat rectangle embossed with the S&G logo and as the lid slid free, his eyes widened. Peter cleared his throat, reaching for the lid as his free hand shot to the back of his neck once more. He absently scratched at the back of his head as he surmised, “That’s to go with the green that Maddie mentioned, right?” Donna smirked at his obvious discombobulation and Peter recovered quickly. “So what happened to change yer plans?” he prompted, letting the lid fall back into place.
“I did go to work,” she explained, stepping closer to tidy the table. "Iona is coming in on Tuesdays and Thursdays to ease herself back into the office, so I figured I should concentrate on my next position, start transitionin' into project management with Maddie and Urban Scrawl.” Peter nodded absently as he glanced at Donna, then back to the mountain of packages piled before him, biting his lip as his eyes searched the table hopefully for another box of similar size and shape.
“I was plannin’ on lunch with Nerys first,” Donna continued, ”but she called and said the twins were a bit under the weather, so I stopped by with some soup and ginger biscuits and few books for the boys. I didn't stay since I didn't want to risk falling ill and making you sick as well, so after, I called and asked Maddie to lunch instead.”
“That makes sense,” he replied, watching as she replaced the lid on an identical empty box and moved it aside. “And after lunch, the two of ye went shoppin’?”
“Well, as part of this project, I realized that Maddie and I are going to be attending a fair number of gallery openings,” Donna said quickly, making a point of not looking at Peter as she shuffled the boxes into a neater pile. “She mentioned that she’d have to get a new suit for Ian if he was to go with her, and I knew my own wardrobe was shamefully lacking in appropriate attire, ” Donna rabbited on, casually moving around the table towards him. “Well, one shop lead to another and before I knew it…” She shrugged, waving at the bags and boxes now neatly stacked before her. She noticed Peter examining her purchases with interest and her eyes widened as she lunged for a box near Peter with the lid still slightly askew. In her haste, Donna overreached and stumbled on the edge of the carpet, lurching into his arms with a surprised squeak.
“Donna!” he cried, the open package forgotten as he reflexively stepped forward to stop her fall. “I’ve got ye.”
She was so still in his embrace for a moment, eyes wide yet somehow, unseeing, and Peter was grateful that she smiled without flinching away when he gently brushed a stray curl from her face. "I don't think anyone's ever meant to actually walk in these things,” she replied breathlessly as she pushed herself back off Peter’s chest, pulling a face as she dubiously eyed the heels she wore.
"A situation easily remedied," Peter responded with a grin, sweeping her up into his arms as she gave a squawk of alarm.
"Peter Carlisle!" Donna shrieked, throwing her arms about his neck. "Put me down, you prawn!” She fought the urge to struggle, afraid that she’d unbalance him and end up injuring the both of them. Your arm-"
"Is practically healed," he interrupted, smiling at her outrage. When she opened her mouth to complain once more, he moved to silence her with a kiss. "There's naught but a scratch remaining, a chuisle," he assured her in a low rumble she felt as much as heard. He pulled back slightly, letting his gaze travel wolfishly across her, lingering on her breasts which were nearly spilling over the neckline of her dress. "Let me show ye there's no cause for concern."
She recognized the tone of his voice and knew she didn't really want to fight him, but being Donna Noble, she did anyway.
“Peter, put me down,” she insisted, forcing a calm, reasonable tone she didn’t feel. "I am perfectly capable-,”
“Of doin’ any number of things, outstandingly well and entirely by yerself, a ghrá geal,” he murmured against her ear, sending a shiver of delight throughout her body. “As far as I can discern, the only skill ye lack is the ability to recognize the seduction technique of a determined suitor.” Donna bit her lip to stifle the moan that betrayed her, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips played against her neck. Her fists tightened reflexively around his lapels and she felt his lips relax against her throat into that lazy smile she loved, the one that held a world of possibilities. He slowed to a stop in the middle of her hallway and leaned back again to study her face. “Now, if yer really wantin' me to release ye, ye’ve but to ask,” he stated quietly, waiting for her response.
She considered for the length of one heartbeat before she loosened her stranglehold on his collar and swallowed. “Mind the dress, Policeman,” she huffed.
“Oh, I do,” he confessed as he entered her bedroom and lowered her feet to the ground. She gave him a quick peck before starting towards the bed, intending to use it to stabilize herself as she climbed down from her heels, but Peter apparently had other ideas.
“I do mind the dress, especially as it has the audacity to come between us,” he whispered, catching Donna about the waist and circling around her, his eyes roving hungrily over her form as she stood in the middle of the room. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and as she cocked her head to the side with an eyebrow raised in inquiry, Peter pressed himself against her back to take advantage of her posture and kiss the long column of her neck. Her added height meant that she could almost lay her head back across his shoulder and Donna could feel his arousal as he pulled her closer.
"I take it you like the dress then," she sighed, leaning into him and feeling his cock twitch against her bum despite the layers of cloth between them.
"Oh, aye," he breathed, "it's quite fetching. Ye know I always love ye in blue.” He traced the daring neckline of the cocktail dress with a long finger as he prowled around her once more, lightly brushing the swell of her breasts and the almost feral look he gave her was enough on its own to get the hair on the back of her neck to rise. He leaned in slowly, so close she could feel the heat radiating off his skin, yet Peter was careful to maintain a millimeter of space between their bodies as he captured her lips in a searing kiss that left her breathless. He ended the kiss far too soon by Donna’s reckoning, and the knowing and slightly smug smirk on his face left her feeling shivery and wanton. "It's a lovely contrast with yer hair and it brings out the colour of yer eyes,” Peter continued almost casually as his finger once again returned to the very edge of the dusky blue silk, languidly following the fabric up and over her shoulder as he moved to embrace her once more.
"Truth be told, though, it's what's inside I find most appealin',” he growled, dipping his fingertips into the plunging back and easing down the zip he found there. He kissed her again as she felt the bodice loosen from her body. When it parted in the back, Peter slowly pushed the straps down her shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor to pool at her feet. Eyes dark with desire, Peter extended his hand, inviting her to step out of the dress as she stood in only her undergarments, precariously perched atop those ridiculous shoes. He dropped to his haunches in front of her then surprised her by scooping up the dress and replacing it on the hanger, smoothing down the silk as it hung over one mirrored door of her wardrobe.
“I meant to show you the green dress,” Donna breathed, suddenly self-conscious as he stalked back to her and Peter reveled in the tiny gasp she made when he stopped just shy and pulled her the last few centimeters to him. It was just enough to disturb her equilibrium and he waited until she found her footing before gently turning her to face their reflection, smiling darkly as her breathing faltered once more when she met his gaze in the mirror. Donna Noble was about as far from a shrinking violet as it was possible to be and when she decided to beguile him, she was all brass and sass, much to his delight. But when he initiated the seduction, Peter could always catch her off guard, unable to deny the depths of his desire for her.
“Aye and before this night is done, I'd like to see ye in the green,” Peter breathed against her shoulder, his lips grazing her skin, Donna’s eyes fluttering shut. “But to do that, we’ll need to be gettin' you out of these…” he said, letting his fingers skim the lace of her knickers, his voice rumbling low in his chest, "and, eventually, into that matchin' set I saw still in the box.” He ghosted his hands down her curves, skimming her body and setting her nerves to thrumming. “But we’re in no hurry, aye?”
He circled around again, leisurely caressing as he went, and when he finally stopped behind her once more, Peter gathered her hair to one side and bit gently into the round of her shoulder before swiping his tongue over the spot. Donna reached back for him but before she could so much as touch him, he guided her hands smoothly back to her sides and continued his exploration of her body, blazing a trail of open-mouthed kisses across her shoulder and up her neck. Donna flushed when she realized he'd done it again- Peter had her nearly starkers and weak with desire while he hadn't so much as loosened his tie.
She moaned and dropped her head back against him, her hands twitching in frustration as he cradled her chin and nibbled at her ear. “Policeman, I want you," she confessed. She raised one trembling hand to stroke his cheek as he stood behind her, smiling at the faint stubble she found there. "Let me-"
"Shhhhhhh,” Peter said quietly, turning his head slightly, kissing first her palm and then the tip of each finger before splaying his own fingers wide against her cheek and guiding her gaze back to the mirror. "All in good time, a chuisle," he whispered, gently stroking her neck and watching in fascination as her pulse throbbed beneath his fingertips. "All in good time. Comin' home and findin' ye like this was a gift, and I intend to take my time in the unwrappin'.” He unfastened the hooks on her bra and pushed the straps down her arms, cupping her breasts as she let the satin slide free of her body. Donna felt his erection, hot, hard and heavy against her bum as he ground his hips against her with a growl. She shifted her weight, pushing her arse back against his cock, feeling distinctly off-balance as she teetered precariously on those ridiculous shoes. His thumbs brushed her nipples and she arched back against him with a hiss of pleasure.
"You weren't meant to see this yet," Donna forced out over a shudder as his long fingers slithered sinuously across her thigh, pausing only to pop free the tiny clasp holding up her stocking.
"I've always considered unexpected gifts to be the best presents," Peter countered smoothly. He hooked his thumbs into the dark blue satin straps at her hips and eased them down to the top of her thighs. She started for the front clasp of the other stocking, about to protest that he'd forgotten to release the other fastenings when he guided her hands back to her sides while smoothly stepping in front of her. He kissed her again, then dropped to his knees beside her and unfastened the back strap fastening. Peter carefully slid the stocking back up her leg, replacing the garter straps beneath her knickers and with a saucy waggle of his eyebrows, he let the back elastic snap into place across her bum with a sharp snap.
With a tart, “Oi!”, Donna jumped and grasped Peter’s shoulders to steady herself before biffing the top of his head. He grinned up at her as he gently moved her hands back to their previous positions, then paused to kiss the spot where sheer silk met silken flesh before shifting over to repeat his actions on her other leg, minus the arse slap. When he brought her knickers swiftly and smoothly to the floor, Donna realized what Peter’s maneuverings had accomplished: he'd managed to divest her of her satin briefs while leaving her stockings firmly in place. Donna could stand it no longer and she raised her hands to tangle in his hair, scratching gently as he closed his eyes with a faint sigh.
“I love you, Policeman,” she whispered, fisting her hands in his hair as he clasped her around the waist, pressing his cheek to her belly. “I don’t know how, but from the first time I saw you, properly, at the George, I knew. I just knew. I knew you were the one I'd been lookin' for my whole life.” She looked down at the impossibly beautiful man knelt before her and ruthlessly bit back an inexplicable need to cry. "I didn't believe it, mind," she scoffed self-deprecatingly, "but I still knew.”
Peter climbed to his feet and took Donna back into his arms, smoothing her hair back before resting his thumbs on her cheekbones, framing her face in his hands. She looked into his eyes and smiled tremulously, hardly daring to believe he was looking at her with such emotion, and Peter's heart soared when he realized she was regarding him with clear, wide-eyed wonder without a flicker of fear. He slowly stroked her cheek and gave silent thanks that instead of driving her away as it had done in the past, this time his tender gesture drew her even closer. “I love ye, Donna Noble,” he told her earnestly, "more than I’ve ever loved anyone else before.”
An almost-sob broke free from Donna and she hastily turned her face away, trying to recover. “Policeman, I don’t kno-"
"Hear my soul speak,” he interrupted passionately, gently guiding her face back to him. "The very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly to your service.”
“Oh, Peter-,” she breathed, moving to kiss him again, but he continued speaking even as she melted against him.
"What made me love thee?” he whispered ardently, his lips brushing hers gently as he spoke. "Let that persuade thee there's something extraordinary in thee. I cannot.” He kissed her again properly, then closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “But I love thee; none but thee; and thou deservest it.” He held her securely and, walking her backwards three steps, he laid Donna across her bed, covering her body with his own and trapping her hands between them. "I’ll tell ye this, each and every day, for the rest of our lives, if need be. I’ll shout it to the world until ye listen to me,” he promised in her ear.
Donna inhaled sharply and stiffened beneath Peter before abruptly pushing him up. “Say that again,” she demanded, twisting her head back so that she could look him in the eye. “What you just said, Policeman. Say it again.” As he lifted himself off her in surprise, she studied his face intently, clutching at his arms to stop him moving away. He shifted most of his weight from her body but still held her gaze. “Couldn’t move,” she offered in awkward explanation for her actions, but Peter was practiced at detecting half-truths. He looked down at her with a bewildered frown but complied with her request nonetheless.
“I love thee; none but thee-“
“Not that part, Copper,” Donna barked, biting her lower lip in sudden consternation. She looked at him pleadingly before continuing in a more moderate tone. "Those are someone else’s words. I want to hear what you have to say,” she confessed, “and I want to see your face when you say it.”
“The words may belong to Shakespeare, Donna, but the feelings are my own,” Peter stated quietly. “I love ye and only ye, and I plan on spendin' the rest of my life makin’ sure ye understand and believe that, if ye’ll let me." He looked deeply into her eyes as he spoke and he saw something in her gaze shift, as if some barrier fell away and she could see him clearly for the first time. "I mean it, Donna. I want the world to know I love ye.” He fell silent, watching and wondering when she smiled slightly and reached up to caress his cheek in conscious imitation of his earlier action.
“So, you and me, it’s like destiny?” she asked breathlessly. She traced over the lines of his face, smiling when he kissed her fingertips as they brushed over his lips. "It's like the pattern's finally complete, the strands are drawn together. You and me, forever?”
“Have I given ye cause t’ doubt that, a ghrá?” Peter asked, his voice low and full of concern. "Do ye doubt me?"
“No, of course not,” Donna responded immediately, kissing him soundly.
“Then what-?”
“Peter, I know I love you and I know you love me. This is just me bein’ bonkers." She shook her head, unable to believe she was having this conversation with him now. "But there was somethin’ in the way you said it, it just …” She paused, biting her lip again as she shook her head. "I needed to make sure that …well, that it was you that said it and that we were talkin’ about the same thing. The same kind of love.” Donna toyed with his hair for a moment, then dropped her gaze to meet his. "I love you, Peter Carlisle, more than anyone I've ever known. I'm gonna be with you forever." She paused for an instant before smiling broadly and kissing the tip of his nose.
“Do ye mean that, Donna? Because I’ve been told that in the past as well, and usually just before the women in my life have left me,” he mused sadly. “I do nae want to lose ye.”
"I'd like to see you try and get rid of me," she teased and Peter breathed an internal sigh of relief as Donna's vision stayed focused and unflinching, untroubled by ghosts of the past.
Peter opened his mouth to speak but Donna pulled him down and swallowed any words he might have said. "That’s enough talkin’ for one day, Copper,” she finally murmured, her raised eyebrow an obvious challenge, her lips compressed into a smirk to stop them breaking into an unseemly grin. She rolled towards him slightly and, taking her hint, Peter moved over her carefully and settled back between her legs. She arched up against him, tugging at his hair as she slowly traced the contours of his lips with her tongue, and Peter inhaled sharply when she raised one leg, slowly dragging that insane shoe up the back of his leg before resting the heel gingerly in the seat of his trousers.
“You say you love me?" she teased, flexing her hips and letting her heel just barely bite into his bum. He groaned in appreciation, sucking in a breath between gritted teeth as he reached down to grab her thigh. "I reckon it’s time for you to start suitin' the action to the word and the word to the action.” Her lips relaxed in a slow, sultry smile and Peter launched himself off her suddenly, removing his tie and stripping off his clothes almost perfunctorily in his haste to return to her, his gaze never leaving hers. Donna’s smile turned wicked as she watched his coat slide from his shoulders and she laughed at the resultant loud 'thunk' when he tossed it over his shoulder.
“I just hope after that,” she smirked, “we aren’t out this evenin’ gettin’ you a new mobile.”
Peter’s fingers faltered around a cuff button for a fraction of a second. "My mobile, my mobile," he thought, "there’s somethin’ about my mo “- but then Donna flexed her knees and planted those obscenely dangerous blue satin shoes fractionally apart on the sheets, their added height pulling her hips off the bed and into the air. Peter swallowed hard, watching as she parted her knees slightly then slid her feet apart so she could lower her bum, but this forced her to flex her back and thrust her bare breasts up towards him. He just managed to free the irritating cuff and fling the shirt away when Donna reached up to cover her breasts with her hands, biting her lip and spreading her fingers slowly so that he could see her erect nipples peek out from behind.
Peter promptly redoubled his efforts and Donna smiled appreciatively when he stood again, his cock bobbing proudly before him. His hands were warm on her knees as he knelt before them and Donna opened herself to him, letting the satin shoes slide down the bed beside him. She reached up for him, drawing Peter closer and she gasped aloud as the tip of his cock slid over her aching core. She bucked up against him as he pulled back, teasing her clit again and again before he sank deep into her embrace with a heartfelt moan.
Donna threw her head back at the sensation of being filled and Peter pulled back slowly before reentering her again and again. She was warm and wet and wonderful and Peter braced himself against the bed with his hands on either side her head, intending to set a leisurely pace that would leave them both shivering on the edge. Donna clenched his biceps, careful to avoid the injury that she realized really was almost healed and urged him closer, needing to feel his skin on hers. He began to lower himself onto her just as Donna moved to slide out of her shoes and bring her legs up around him but Peter laid a hand on her thigh, slipping his thumb under the top of her stocking. “Leave them,” he pleaded, breathing hard and twisting his hips slightly as he thrust into her again.
“As you wish,” she murmured, wrapping her legs around him and letting the heel of her shoe just graze the tender skin on the back of his leg. Peter groaned and levered himself up, grabbing at the headboard for support, lifting off Donna just enough to watch her breasts bounce. She raised her hands above her head and braced herself against the headboard as Peter began to thrust in ernest, his teeth bared, his breath coming in sharp, shallow pants as he strained to maintain his concentration. Donna tilted her hips up slightly and tightened her silk-clad thighs around his arse and Peter responded by slamming into her with such force, she suspected had she not had her hands up for support, she might actually have been shifted several inches up the bed. One more stroke and another clever twist of his hips and Donna came hard, wailing his name in pleasure as she did.
He waited just a moment for her to catch her breath before collapsing onto Donna and rolling them over swiftly, coming to rest on his back beneath her. Kneeling over him, her eyes widened in surprise as Peter grabbed her knees, pushing them apart slightly so that she slid further down onto his cock. “Headboard,” he croaked, glancing almost frantically between it and her hand until Donna nodded once and complied breathlessly. Their new position left his hands free to wander as he pounded up into her and he grabbed Donna's arse cheek, dancing his fingers across the tight garter strap as he stroked her clit, ruthlessly driving her towards another climax. Her breasts jiggled invitingly before him and he let go of her bum to wrap an arm around her back, bringing her nipple into range of his hungry mouth and, as he licked her hard peak, Donna shuddered around him once more.
Peter groaned under her, throwing his head back and gripping her hips as he strained up into her. He clutched madly at her garter belt as he screwed his eyes shut, and with a strangled cry, he emptied himself into her just as Donna collapsed onto his chest in a boneless heap. They lay together in a heap of tangled limbs, and for once, both were stunned into silence. When Donna finally returned to her senses, she rolled off him and onto her side with a sigh, reaching over to play with Peter's sweat-dampened fringe.
“Garter belts and insane heels, huh?” was all she could manage, grinning over at him. “Who would have guessed?”
Peter blinked slowly and turned to her, his own answering smile lazy and sated. “I do nae want you tryin’ to walk in those things, Donna. A fall from that height would be perilous.”
“I guess I’ll take them back tomorrow, then,” Donna agreed wistfully. “You have to admit, they are gorgeous, though.”
Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Who said an’thin’ about takin’ them back?” he demanded. “I simply pointed out that I donae want ye walkin’ about in them.” He waggled his eyebrows at her with a lascivious grin before reaching down to trace the black lace that ran around the tops of her stockings.
“What made ye get these?” he asked, letting his fingers follow his eyes up and around the garter belt at her waist.
"It was Maddie's idea," she confessed, swallowing carefully as Peter’s fingers slipped beneath the lace. “She said we deserved something a bit darin’, considerin’ what we’re about to do."
Peter nodded his approval. “Well, then,” he declared passionately, reaching for her again. “From this night on, in perpetuity, Maddie's first drink is on me.”
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According to several sites:
A ghrá = "love"
A ghrá geal=“beloved"
A chuisle ="pulse" as in heartbeat
Oh, and the True Scotsman will be at the beginning of the next part.
Part 1 | Part 5 | Part 10 | Part 15 | Part 20.1 | Part 25 | Part 30 | Part 35.1 | Part 40
Author: dtstrainers
Paring: Donna Noble/Peter Carlisle
Co-Captain of this Ship:
whosintheattic, for getting me started on this, but all errors are mine alone.
First Mate: The lovely
serenityslady has graciously offered her awesome beta reader skills. Thanks always for the support and suggestions.
Rating: PG-S for Plot Galore folowed by smut.Word Count: a respectible 6,138 words. Nothing else about this is in any way respectible.
Disclaimer: Donna and Peter- not mine, but in my mind.
Part 1 | Part 5 | Part 10 | Part 15 | Part 20.1 | Part 25 | Part 30 | Part 35.1 | Part 40
Tuesday, July 24, 2012 5:37 PM
Peter keyed in the code for the street-level gate, letting it clang shut behind him, all the while mulling over what he’d learned. While Geoff Hinton had provided him with much food for thought, it was the idea of some unknown entity paying out a stipend for Donna's care that bothered him most. What better way to keep tabs on her than to provide a dedicated service that documented every bit of her medical data and a fair amount of personal information as a matter of course? As both a mental exercise and a bit of a stalling technique, he’d forced himself to speculate on possible alternate sources for this special service, rejecting each almost as soon as it occurred to him. For the sake of thoroughness, he knew he would still verify his theories later, but Peter was sure the private health care wasn’t part of an executive benefits package from Noble Endeavors, as Donna would never have condoned the cost nor tolerated the special treatment. In light of the fact that he’d never been able to find any reference to the source of her injuries in all the files surreptitiously provided by Ian’s connections to the Home Office, he deemed it equally unlikely the service was part of some official compensation settlement.
As he absently climbed the stairs leading to the flat he would soon share with Donna, Peter felt the weight of his mobile in his coat pocket and reached for it, thumbing it to life as he stopped just outside her door. The screen flared brightly once more, displaying his last entry- the number for the mysterious specialist Geoff had found in Donna’s medical file. He had no illusions. Even as his thumb hovered over the connect button, he was fully aware that he was postponing the inevitable. Peter knew, beyond a doubt, just who would answer if he’d only press the button and make the call he’d been putting off. It was only the fact that he hadn't discussed the situation with Donna that stayed his hand. He was itching to put closure to this whole situation and find the truth of her missing past once and for all, but this was literally her call to make and, as much as the waiting galled him, he promised himself he would abide by her decision, whatever the outcome. The time was right. He simply needed to be there for her when she was ready to confront her past so that they were finally free to move into their future together.
Peter fumbled in his pocket for the door key before remembering that, since Donna’s renovations were complete, he no longer needed one. Dropping his mobile and key ring back into his pocket, Peter pressed his left thumb to the pad beside the door and waited. As the lock disengaged with a telltale snick, Peter heard a tiny shriek and the patter of frantic footsteps from within and his blood ran cold. He thrust the door open and glanced around quickly, stunned at the chaos that greeted him. Peter advanced two determined steps into the room before the sound of girlish laughter retreating down the hall towards Donna’s bedroom registered.
“Donna?” he called cautiously, a hint of worry in his voice. “Are ye -?”
“Peter!” she shrieked in response, and he frowned as the end of his name dissolved into giddy giggles. “Oh. My. GOD! You’re early!” He relaxed fractionally at the sound of her voice, panic-stricken, yet somehow full of mirth.
“Early?” Peter replied, eyeing his watch dubiously. “Well, about 20 minutes, maybe-“
“Twenty minutes?” He heard another nervous giggle from down the hall and Donna immediately amended her statement. “NOOoooo! It’s late! How the flippin’ hell did that happen?”
Peter scratched the back of his neck, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, torn between staying put and charging after her. “Donna, are ye all right?” he asked, shuffling towards the hallway. “Is something the matter? Who’s with ye?"
“Everything’s fine, Peter, really!” she cried. “Just please, don’t come back here until I say! Stay right there?”
“All right,” he agreed, turning slowly on the spot to catalog the disorder around him, "but what the bloody hell happened here?" If you were to place a week’s worth of serious, full-time, retail shopping on a carousel, Peter decided, and turn it on high in the middle of the dining room, the resultant disorder still wouldn't approach the current state of Donna's flat. His first impulse was to call a colleague in property crimes until he realized it was only Donna's dining area that was in a state of complete disarray and the rest of her - their- flat was as tidy as ever. He was still trying to take it all in when a neat chestnut bob peeked around the corner for a moment, then disappeared almost before he had time to register the features beneath it. He heard a flurry of quiet whispers and another suppressed laugh before Donna walked out with as much dignity as she could muster, given that she was clutching a partially-zipped midnight blue cocktail dress to her bosom and wore only one spectacularly treacherous stiletto heel. She marched into the dining room and stood in the center, searching the floor and chairs futilely for some unknown item. She glanced at Peter and bit her lip before turning towards the hall and hissing, “Oi! Where?”
The chestnut bob appeared from around the corner once more and pointed. “Just there! On the other side of the table!” Peter caught a glimpse of naked shoulder and immediately began a thorough and discreet examination of his shoes.
With a subdued cry of triumph, Donna swept around the table and scooped up a blouse, a jacket, something that might have been some sort of ladies' undergarment, and, much to Peter’s amusement, the mate to the stiletto she wore. She set the high-heeled shoe properly on the floor and teetered precariously on one leg for a moment before she managed to balance and slip it on. She straightened up and adjusted her dress strap, pulling it into place and throwing her shoulders back to keep it secure. Donna tossed him a mischievous smile as she sauntered back to the hallway, her ginger curls brushing her bare back above the open zip of her dress. Peter risked looking up to watch the gentle sway of her hips as she slowly made her way across the floor and he had to press his fist to his lip to keep from laughing as a bare arm shot out from the hallway to snatch the clothes from her grasp. Donna wobbled dangerously with an indignant cry of “Oi!" and just as Peter lunged for her, knowing he’d never be able to reach her in time, the same arm reappeared amidst another gale of laughter to arrest her fall. She glanced at Peter and a naughty grin spread across her face before she disappeared around the corner once more.
Suddenly made redundant, Peter stood by in bemused silence, one eyebrow arching higher by the second as he heard a flurry of whispers followed by a muffled guffaw drift down the hall.
The mystery of the giggles was solved when Maddie appeared around the corner, straightening her skirt and making a beeline for a discarded pair of pumps beside the sofa.
"Maddie," Peter said as a tiny smile played about the corner of his mouth, his eyes dancing with relieved amusement. "I'd ask what the pair of ye have been gettin' up to, but given the sheer volume of physical evidence in which I find m’self stood, I'm sure the query would do naught to burnish my professional reputation.”
Maddie laid a garment bag across the back of the sofa and stepped into her shoes carefully. “Peter, what an unexpected surprise,” she said by way of greeting. She turned slightly and called back over her shoulder. “Donna, how many words was that?"
“Thirty-eight,” Donna replied, reentering the room with two large bags. She set them at Maddie’s feet and stood carefully, crossing her arms over her chest to hold her dress in place. “Thirty-nine if you count your name, which I don’t. He’s off his game today, I think.”
"Probably the shock of finding two nearly nude women in the dining room upon his return home,” Maddie said with a laugh as Peter scoffed, scratching the back of his neck self-consciously nevertheless. Maddie leaned in close to Donna and stage-whispered, “Show him the green one next.” She smoothly did up the zip on the back of Donna's dress before winking conspiratorially at Peter as she passed. "Nice to see you again, Peter," she called out as she swept up her bags and backed towards the door, laughing at his expression before waving her goodbyes. “Donna, this was lovely. Ring me tomorrow and we’ll finalize the plans for the opening and for Friday night!”
“Will do, and don’t let me catch you goin’ shoppin’ without me!” Donna replied with a grin as she adjusted the neckline of her dress. “We still have that,” she paused, shooting a sidelong glance at Peter "….thing…. we have to look into, yeah?”
“Well, one of us will look, at any rate,” Maddie said with a smirk, her eyes glittering as they flitted between Peter and Donna. She laughed again and closed the door with a last meaningful look at Donna. “Talk to you later!”
Peter stood looking around the room at the heaps of bags and boxes strewn about once more, waiting until he heard the outer door of Donna’s garden clang shut before speaking. "So… Maddie?” he finally ventured, stifling the urge to lift the lid of the nearest box and peek inside. “What was she goin’ on about there? I thought ye were goin’ to work before meetin’ Nerys today?”
As Donna cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes, Peter hastened to clarify. ”Not that ye needed to clear it through me or any such nonsense. I’m merely curious, is all,” he explained, and as she visibly relaxed, Peter finally gave in to temptation. His tongue pressed up against the back of his teeth as he poked at the nearest large, flat rectangle embossed with the S&G logo and as the lid slid free, his eyes widened. Peter cleared his throat, reaching for the lid as his free hand shot to the back of his neck once more. He absently scratched at the back of his head as he surmised, “That’s to go with the green that Maddie mentioned, right?” Donna smirked at his obvious discombobulation and Peter recovered quickly. “So what happened to change yer plans?” he prompted, letting the lid fall back into place.
“I did go to work,” she explained, stepping closer to tidy the table. "Iona is coming in on Tuesdays and Thursdays to ease herself back into the office, so I figured I should concentrate on my next position, start transitionin' into project management with Maddie and Urban Scrawl.” Peter nodded absently as he glanced at Donna, then back to the mountain of packages piled before him, biting his lip as his eyes searched the table hopefully for another box of similar size and shape.
“I was plannin’ on lunch with Nerys first,” Donna continued, ”but she called and said the twins were a bit under the weather, so I stopped by with some soup and ginger biscuits and few books for the boys. I didn't stay since I didn't want to risk falling ill and making you sick as well, so after, I called and asked Maddie to lunch instead.”
“That makes sense,” he replied, watching as she replaced the lid on an identical empty box and moved it aside. “And after lunch, the two of ye went shoppin’?”
“Well, as part of this project, I realized that Maddie and I are going to be attending a fair number of gallery openings,” Donna said quickly, making a point of not looking at Peter as she shuffled the boxes into a neater pile. “She mentioned that she’d have to get a new suit for Ian if he was to go with her, and I knew my own wardrobe was shamefully lacking in appropriate attire, ” Donna rabbited on, casually moving around the table towards him. “Well, one shop lead to another and before I knew it…” She shrugged, waving at the bags and boxes now neatly stacked before her. She noticed Peter examining her purchases with interest and her eyes widened as she lunged for a box near Peter with the lid still slightly askew. In her haste, Donna overreached and stumbled on the edge of the carpet, lurching into his arms with a surprised squeak.
“Donna!” he cried, the open package forgotten as he reflexively stepped forward to stop her fall. “I’ve got ye.”
She was so still in his embrace for a moment, eyes wide yet somehow, unseeing, and Peter was grateful that she smiled without flinching away when he gently brushed a stray curl from her face. "I don't think anyone's ever meant to actually walk in these things,” she replied breathlessly as she pushed herself back off Peter’s chest, pulling a face as she dubiously eyed the heels she wore.
"A situation easily remedied," Peter responded with a grin, sweeping her up into his arms as she gave a squawk of alarm.
"Peter Carlisle!" Donna shrieked, throwing her arms about his neck. "Put me down, you prawn!” She fought the urge to struggle, afraid that she’d unbalance him and end up injuring the both of them. Your arm-"
"Is practically healed," he interrupted, smiling at her outrage. When she opened her mouth to complain once more, he moved to silence her with a kiss. "There's naught but a scratch remaining, a chuisle," he assured her in a low rumble she felt as much as heard. He pulled back slightly, letting his gaze travel wolfishly across her, lingering on her breasts which were nearly spilling over the neckline of her dress. "Let me show ye there's no cause for concern."
She recognized the tone of his voice and knew she didn't really want to fight him, but being Donna Noble, she did anyway.
“Peter, put me down,” she insisted, forcing a calm, reasonable tone she didn’t feel. "I am perfectly capable-,”
“Of doin’ any number of things, outstandingly well and entirely by yerself, a ghrá geal,” he murmured against her ear, sending a shiver of delight throughout her body. “As far as I can discern, the only skill ye lack is the ability to recognize the seduction technique of a determined suitor.” Donna bit her lip to stifle the moan that betrayed her, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips played against her neck. Her fists tightened reflexively around his lapels and she felt his lips relax against her throat into that lazy smile she loved, the one that held a world of possibilities. He slowed to a stop in the middle of her hallway and leaned back again to study her face. “Now, if yer really wantin' me to release ye, ye’ve but to ask,” he stated quietly, waiting for her response.
She considered for the length of one heartbeat before she loosened her stranglehold on his collar and swallowed. “Mind the dress, Policeman,” she huffed.
“Oh, I do,” he confessed as he entered her bedroom and lowered her feet to the ground. She gave him a quick peck before starting towards the bed, intending to use it to stabilize herself as she climbed down from her heels, but Peter apparently had other ideas.
“I do mind the dress, especially as it has the audacity to come between us,” he whispered, catching Donna about the waist and circling around her, his eyes roving hungrily over her form as she stood in the middle of the room. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and as she cocked her head to the side with an eyebrow raised in inquiry, Peter pressed himself against her back to take advantage of her posture and kiss the long column of her neck. Her added height meant that she could almost lay her head back across his shoulder and Donna could feel his arousal as he pulled her closer.
"I take it you like the dress then," she sighed, leaning into him and feeling his cock twitch against her bum despite the layers of cloth between them.
"Oh, aye," he breathed, "it's quite fetching. Ye know I always love ye in blue.” He traced the daring neckline of the cocktail dress with a long finger as he prowled around her once more, lightly brushing the swell of her breasts and the almost feral look he gave her was enough on its own to get the hair on the back of her neck to rise. He leaned in slowly, so close she could feel the heat radiating off his skin, yet Peter was careful to maintain a millimeter of space between their bodies as he captured her lips in a searing kiss that left her breathless. He ended the kiss far too soon by Donna’s reckoning, and the knowing and slightly smug smirk on his face left her feeling shivery and wanton. "It's a lovely contrast with yer hair and it brings out the colour of yer eyes,” Peter continued almost casually as his finger once again returned to the very edge of the dusky blue silk, languidly following the fabric up and over her shoulder as he moved to embrace her once more.
"Truth be told, though, it's what's inside I find most appealin',” he growled, dipping his fingertips into the plunging back and easing down the zip he found there. He kissed her again as she felt the bodice loosen from her body. When it parted in the back, Peter slowly pushed the straps down her shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor to pool at her feet. Eyes dark with desire, Peter extended his hand, inviting her to step out of the dress as she stood in only her undergarments, precariously perched atop those ridiculous shoes. He dropped to his haunches in front of her then surprised her by scooping up the dress and replacing it on the hanger, smoothing down the silk as it hung over one mirrored door of her wardrobe.
“I meant to show you the green dress,” Donna breathed, suddenly self-conscious as he stalked back to her and Peter reveled in the tiny gasp she made when he stopped just shy and pulled her the last few centimeters to him. It was just enough to disturb her equilibrium and he waited until she found her footing before gently turning her to face their reflection, smiling darkly as her breathing faltered once more when she met his gaze in the mirror. Donna Noble was about as far from a shrinking violet as it was possible to be and when she decided to beguile him, she was all brass and sass, much to his delight. But when he initiated the seduction, Peter could always catch her off guard, unable to deny the depths of his desire for her.
“Aye and before this night is done, I'd like to see ye in the green,” Peter breathed against her shoulder, his lips grazing her skin, Donna’s eyes fluttering shut. “But to do that, we’ll need to be gettin' you out of these…” he said, letting his fingers skim the lace of her knickers, his voice rumbling low in his chest, "and, eventually, into that matchin' set I saw still in the box.” He ghosted his hands down her curves, skimming her body and setting her nerves to thrumming. “But we’re in no hurry, aye?”
He circled around again, leisurely caressing as he went, and when he finally stopped behind her once more, Peter gathered her hair to one side and bit gently into the round of her shoulder before swiping his tongue over the spot. Donna reached back for him but before she could so much as touch him, he guided her hands smoothly back to her sides and continued his exploration of her body, blazing a trail of open-mouthed kisses across her shoulder and up her neck. Donna flushed when she realized he'd done it again- Peter had her nearly starkers and weak with desire while he hadn't so much as loosened his tie.
She moaned and dropped her head back against him, her hands twitching in frustration as he cradled her chin and nibbled at her ear. “Policeman, I want you," she confessed. She raised one trembling hand to stroke his cheek as he stood behind her, smiling at the faint stubble she found there. "Let me-"
"Shhhhhhh,” Peter said quietly, turning his head slightly, kissing first her palm and then the tip of each finger before splaying his own fingers wide against her cheek and guiding her gaze back to the mirror. "All in good time, a chuisle," he whispered, gently stroking her neck and watching in fascination as her pulse throbbed beneath his fingertips. "All in good time. Comin' home and findin' ye like this was a gift, and I intend to take my time in the unwrappin'.” He unfastened the hooks on her bra and pushed the straps down her arms, cupping her breasts as she let the satin slide free of her body. Donna felt his erection, hot, hard and heavy against her bum as he ground his hips against her with a growl. She shifted her weight, pushing her arse back against his cock, feeling distinctly off-balance as she teetered precariously on those ridiculous shoes. His thumbs brushed her nipples and she arched back against him with a hiss of pleasure.
"You weren't meant to see this yet," Donna forced out over a shudder as his long fingers slithered sinuously across her thigh, pausing only to pop free the tiny clasp holding up her stocking.
"I've always considered unexpected gifts to be the best presents," Peter countered smoothly. He hooked his thumbs into the dark blue satin straps at her hips and eased them down to the top of her thighs. She started for the front clasp of the other stocking, about to protest that he'd forgotten to release the other fastenings when he guided her hands back to her sides while smoothly stepping in front of her. He kissed her again, then dropped to his knees beside her and unfastened the back strap fastening. Peter carefully slid the stocking back up her leg, replacing the garter straps beneath her knickers and with a saucy waggle of his eyebrows, he let the back elastic snap into place across her bum with a sharp snap.
With a tart, “Oi!”, Donna jumped and grasped Peter’s shoulders to steady herself before biffing the top of his head. He grinned up at her as he gently moved her hands back to their previous positions, then paused to kiss the spot where sheer silk met silken flesh before shifting over to repeat his actions on her other leg, minus the arse slap. When he brought her knickers swiftly and smoothly to the floor, Donna realized what Peter’s maneuverings had accomplished: he'd managed to divest her of her satin briefs while leaving her stockings firmly in place. Donna could stand it no longer and she raised her hands to tangle in his hair, scratching gently as he closed his eyes with a faint sigh.
“I love you, Policeman,” she whispered, fisting her hands in his hair as he clasped her around the waist, pressing his cheek to her belly. “I don’t know how, but from the first time I saw you, properly, at the George, I knew. I just knew. I knew you were the one I'd been lookin' for my whole life.” She looked down at the impossibly beautiful man knelt before her and ruthlessly bit back an inexplicable need to cry. "I didn't believe it, mind," she scoffed self-deprecatingly, "but I still knew.”
Peter climbed to his feet and took Donna back into his arms, smoothing her hair back before resting his thumbs on her cheekbones, framing her face in his hands. She looked into his eyes and smiled tremulously, hardly daring to believe he was looking at her with such emotion, and Peter's heart soared when he realized she was regarding him with clear, wide-eyed wonder without a flicker of fear. He slowly stroked her cheek and gave silent thanks that instead of driving her away as it had done in the past, this time his tender gesture drew her even closer. “I love ye, Donna Noble,” he told her earnestly, "more than I’ve ever loved anyone else before.”
An almost-sob broke free from Donna and she hastily turned her face away, trying to recover. “Policeman, I don’t kno-"
"Hear my soul speak,” he interrupted passionately, gently guiding her face back to him. "The very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly to your service.”
“Oh, Peter-,” she breathed, moving to kiss him again, but he continued speaking even as she melted against him.
"What made me love thee?” he whispered ardently, his lips brushing hers gently as he spoke. "Let that persuade thee there's something extraordinary in thee. I cannot.” He kissed her again properly, then closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “But I love thee; none but thee; and thou deservest it.” He held her securely and, walking her backwards three steps, he laid Donna across her bed, covering her body with his own and trapping her hands between them. "I’ll tell ye this, each and every day, for the rest of our lives, if need be. I’ll shout it to the world until ye listen to me,” he promised in her ear.
Donna inhaled sharply and stiffened beneath Peter before abruptly pushing him up. “Say that again,” she demanded, twisting her head back so that she could look him in the eye. “What you just said, Policeman. Say it again.” As he lifted himself off her in surprise, she studied his face intently, clutching at his arms to stop him moving away. He shifted most of his weight from her body but still held her gaze. “Couldn’t move,” she offered in awkward explanation for her actions, but Peter was practiced at detecting half-truths. He looked down at her with a bewildered frown but complied with her request nonetheless.
“I love thee; none but thee-“
“Not that part, Copper,” Donna barked, biting her lower lip in sudden consternation. She looked at him pleadingly before continuing in a more moderate tone. "Those are someone else’s words. I want to hear what you have to say,” she confessed, “and I want to see your face when you say it.”
“The words may belong to Shakespeare, Donna, but the feelings are my own,” Peter stated quietly. “I love ye and only ye, and I plan on spendin' the rest of my life makin’ sure ye understand and believe that, if ye’ll let me." He looked deeply into her eyes as he spoke and he saw something in her gaze shift, as if some barrier fell away and she could see him clearly for the first time. "I mean it, Donna. I want the world to know I love ye.” He fell silent, watching and wondering when she smiled slightly and reached up to caress his cheek in conscious imitation of his earlier action.
“So, you and me, it’s like destiny?” she asked breathlessly. She traced over the lines of his face, smiling when he kissed her fingertips as they brushed over his lips. "It's like the pattern's finally complete, the strands are drawn together. You and me, forever?”
“Have I given ye cause t’ doubt that, a ghrá?” Peter asked, his voice low and full of concern. "Do ye doubt me?"
“No, of course not,” Donna responded immediately, kissing him soundly.
“Then what-?”
“Peter, I know I love you and I know you love me. This is just me bein’ bonkers." She shook her head, unable to believe she was having this conversation with him now. "But there was somethin’ in the way you said it, it just …” She paused, biting her lip again as she shook her head. "I needed to make sure that …well, that it was you that said it and that we were talkin’ about the same thing. The same kind of love.” Donna toyed with his hair for a moment, then dropped her gaze to meet his. "I love you, Peter Carlisle, more than anyone I've ever known. I'm gonna be with you forever." She paused for an instant before smiling broadly and kissing the tip of his nose.
“Do ye mean that, Donna? Because I’ve been told that in the past as well, and usually just before the women in my life have left me,” he mused sadly. “I do nae want to lose ye.”
"I'd like to see you try and get rid of me," she teased and Peter breathed an internal sigh of relief as Donna's vision stayed focused and unflinching, untroubled by ghosts of the past.
Peter opened his mouth to speak but Donna pulled him down and swallowed any words he might have said. "That’s enough talkin’ for one day, Copper,” she finally murmured, her raised eyebrow an obvious challenge, her lips compressed into a smirk to stop them breaking into an unseemly grin. She rolled towards him slightly and, taking her hint, Peter moved over her carefully and settled back between her legs. She arched up against him, tugging at his hair as she slowly traced the contours of his lips with her tongue, and Peter inhaled sharply when she raised one leg, slowly dragging that insane shoe up the back of his leg before resting the heel gingerly in the seat of his trousers.
“You say you love me?" she teased, flexing her hips and letting her heel just barely bite into his bum. He groaned in appreciation, sucking in a breath between gritted teeth as he reached down to grab her thigh. "I reckon it’s time for you to start suitin' the action to the word and the word to the action.” Her lips relaxed in a slow, sultry smile and Peter launched himself off her suddenly, removing his tie and stripping off his clothes almost perfunctorily in his haste to return to her, his gaze never leaving hers. Donna’s smile turned wicked as she watched his coat slide from his shoulders and she laughed at the resultant loud 'thunk' when he tossed it over his shoulder.
“I just hope after that,” she smirked, “we aren’t out this evenin’ gettin’ you a new mobile.”
Peter’s fingers faltered around a cuff button for a fraction of a second. "My mobile, my mobile," he thought, "there’s somethin’ about my mo “- but then Donna flexed her knees and planted those obscenely dangerous blue satin shoes fractionally apart on the sheets, their added height pulling her hips off the bed and into the air. Peter swallowed hard, watching as she parted her knees slightly then slid her feet apart so she could lower her bum, but this forced her to flex her back and thrust her bare breasts up towards him. He just managed to free the irritating cuff and fling the shirt away when Donna reached up to cover her breasts with her hands, biting her lip and spreading her fingers slowly so that he could see her erect nipples peek out from behind.
Peter promptly redoubled his efforts and Donna smiled appreciatively when he stood again, his cock bobbing proudly before him. His hands were warm on her knees as he knelt before them and Donna opened herself to him, letting the satin shoes slide down the bed beside him. She reached up for him, drawing Peter closer and she gasped aloud as the tip of his cock slid over her aching core. She bucked up against him as he pulled back, teasing her clit again and again before he sank deep into her embrace with a heartfelt moan.
Donna threw her head back at the sensation of being filled and Peter pulled back slowly before reentering her again and again. She was warm and wet and wonderful and Peter braced himself against the bed with his hands on either side her head, intending to set a leisurely pace that would leave them both shivering on the edge. Donna clenched his biceps, careful to avoid the injury that she realized really was almost healed and urged him closer, needing to feel his skin on hers. He began to lower himself onto her just as Donna moved to slide out of her shoes and bring her legs up around him but Peter laid a hand on her thigh, slipping his thumb under the top of her stocking. “Leave them,” he pleaded, breathing hard and twisting his hips slightly as he thrust into her again.
“As you wish,” she murmured, wrapping her legs around him and letting the heel of her shoe just graze the tender skin on the back of his leg. Peter groaned and levered himself up, grabbing at the headboard for support, lifting off Donna just enough to watch her breasts bounce. She raised her hands above her head and braced herself against the headboard as Peter began to thrust in ernest, his teeth bared, his breath coming in sharp, shallow pants as he strained to maintain his concentration. Donna tilted her hips up slightly and tightened her silk-clad thighs around his arse and Peter responded by slamming into her with such force, she suspected had she not had her hands up for support, she might actually have been shifted several inches up the bed. One more stroke and another clever twist of his hips and Donna came hard, wailing his name in pleasure as she did.
He waited just a moment for her to catch her breath before collapsing onto Donna and rolling them over swiftly, coming to rest on his back beneath her. Kneeling over him, her eyes widened in surprise as Peter grabbed her knees, pushing them apart slightly so that she slid further down onto his cock. “Headboard,” he croaked, glancing almost frantically between it and her hand until Donna nodded once and complied breathlessly. Their new position left his hands free to wander as he pounded up into her and he grabbed Donna's arse cheek, dancing his fingers across the tight garter strap as he stroked her clit, ruthlessly driving her towards another climax. Her breasts jiggled invitingly before him and he let go of her bum to wrap an arm around her back, bringing her nipple into range of his hungry mouth and, as he licked her hard peak, Donna shuddered around him once more.
Peter groaned under her, throwing his head back and gripping her hips as he strained up into her. He clutched madly at her garter belt as he screwed his eyes shut, and with a strangled cry, he emptied himself into her just as Donna collapsed onto his chest in a boneless heap. They lay together in a heap of tangled limbs, and for once, both were stunned into silence. When Donna finally returned to her senses, she rolled off him and onto her side with a sigh, reaching over to play with Peter's sweat-dampened fringe.
“Garter belts and insane heels, huh?” was all she could manage, grinning over at him. “Who would have guessed?”
Peter blinked slowly and turned to her, his own answering smile lazy and sated. “I do nae want you tryin’ to walk in those things, Donna. A fall from that height would be perilous.”
“I guess I’ll take them back tomorrow, then,” Donna agreed wistfully. “You have to admit, they are gorgeous, though.”
Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Who said an’thin’ about takin’ them back?” he demanded. “I simply pointed out that I donae want ye walkin’ about in them.” He waggled his eyebrows at her with a lascivious grin before reaching down to trace the black lace that ran around the tops of her stockings.
“What made ye get these?” he asked, letting his fingers follow his eyes up and around the garter belt at her waist.
"It was Maddie's idea," she confessed, swallowing carefully as Peter’s fingers slipped beneath the lace. “She said we deserved something a bit darin’, considerin’ what we’re about to do."
Peter nodded his approval. “Well, then,” he declared passionately, reaching for her again. “From this night on, in perpetuity, Maddie's first drink is on me.”
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According to several sites:
A ghrá = "love"
A ghrá geal=“beloved"
A chuisle ="pulse" as in heartbeat
Oh, and the True Scotsman will be at the beginning of the next part.
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