An Officer and the Noble Woman, Part 20.2 (20 of 35)
Title: An Officer and the Noble Woman, Part 20.2
Author: dtstrainers
Paring: Donna Noble/Peter Carlisle
Co-Captain of this Ship: WhosInTheAttic- As always, eternal thanks.
Rating: Mature content, written by a decidedly immature fangirl
Word Count: 6,323
Summary: Donna exacts a bit of revenge for a comment Peter made. Peter doesn't seem to mind. Here's where the fun begins.
NOTE: I'm very sorry for not meeting my personal deadline this week, but unfortunately, real life is starting to monopolize my free time. As a result, I'm going to have to modify my publication schedule. I will continue to make regular updates, but the way it's looking, on a biweekly basis. I'm going to still try and shoot for a weekly Friday night/early Saturday morning posting, but as other things intrude, I can only promise to do my best.Disclaimer: Donna and Peter- oh, fudge- just about EVERYONE in this novelisation of my OTP belong to others, except in my own twisted version of what should be. I'm just writing it down to get it out of my system. Honest.
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Wednesday, 6 June 2012, 8:32 PM
They stumbled out of the lift and into his flat, Peter slamming the door shut behind him as Donna pushed him up against the wall and kissed him. He responded enthusiastically, pulling her closer with one arm while spinning her around and walking her down the hall before pinning her up against the living room wall. Without looking, he reached behind to toss his keys at the table and they shot across the top, clattering noisily to the floor. He let his hands wander over her curves and she leaned her head back with a low, needy moan as he nibbled at her neck.
She tugged at his belt, trying to remove it and giving up in frustration when she groped about his waist and found it held fast in place by something that turned out to be his handcuff case. She gave up and focused instead on the button and zip of his trousers as he kicked his shoes off and fumbled with the buttons on her sweater. Donna turned him back around, letting him use the wall as support as his trousers slipped down his hips and she followed their progress to the floor, letting him peel her dark blue sweater from her as she went. When she succeeded in removing them, Donna gleefully flung his trousers over her shoulder and laughed when they hit the floor with a resounding thud.
Peter grimaced slightly, sparing a single thought for his downstairs neighbor before he swung her around again and pushed her back against his dining room table. His cock jumped at the memory of her splayed out before him and he tried to lay her back across it again, but Donna had other ideas. “Oh, no,” she breathed into his hair, letting her shoulder bag drop to the floor at her feet as he gently bit her shoulder, “ I’m not dessert tonight, Policeman. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
He hummed his assent, stumbling against her bag and accidentally spilling the contents across the floor. Donna’s eyes widened when she glanced down and spotted her toy not far from Peter’s discarded trousers. As he grabbed her hand and began to tug her after him towards the bedroom, she just managed to scoop them up with her free hand and hide them behind her back as she followed.
Peter drug her roughly to him, kissing her deeply while thumbing open the button of her trousers. It came free easily and Donna groaned when he batted her hand away as she tried to undo the zip. “Mine,” he breathed into her mouth, “all mine.” She made quick work of the buttons of his shirt as he slipped her trousers off her hips and pushed her gently back against his bed. She obliged, making sure to hide her toy under her as she lay back. She lifted her hips as he pulled the garment free and looking up at her, he licked his lips: she was now wearing only a lacy, deep sapphire bra and matching sheer knickers. He shucked off his shirt as she began to settle back and suddenly, she let loose a tiny gasp as cold metal touched her bare skin, arching her back slightly off the bed. Her breasts heaved up and almost spilled over their lacy confines and Peter bit his lip as he traced her curves with his fingertip.
“New?” he asked breathlessly. Donna‘s heart leapt in her chest and she nodded, watching his eyes caress her.
“For me?” he asked almost shyly as he joined her on the bed and let his hands wander down her body.
“For you and no one else, Policeman,” she breathed and Donna saw his erection jump and strain against his pants at her words. She slipped a hand beneath her under her back, searching for a moment before her fingers closed around the now-warm metal. She gave him an evil smile, then rolled him over and straddled him. He could feel her heat as she hovered barely over him, kissing him while she leaned up and captured his right hand in hers and stretched his arm up towards the headboard. Donna reached for his other hand and pulled his arm up over his head as well. She drug herself across his chest before sitting upright, leaving his arms in place and shaking her head when he started to move. “What...,” he began, but his question died on his lips as she rocked against him and scooped up something from the bed beside her. She held up her hand, letting the hinged handcuffs fall open in front of him for him to see.
Peter swallowed hard at the sight and she was suddenly unsure of herself when she realized what she had done: somehow, she'd manage to sprawl him diagonally across his bed, hands thrust on either side of a corner post. She hesitated a bit, biting her thumb as she debated the wisdom of what she was contemplating when his voice broke through her deliberations.
“Missy, if yer planin' on usin’ those, ye’d best hurry before I flip ye over and use ‘em m’self,” Peter warned her, his voice dark and low. Donna gasped in response and his accent alone was enough to galvanize her into action. She felt a sharp thrill of lust shoot through her as she leaned up and carefully fastened one cuff around his wrist. She tugged his hand closer to the bedpost, and inhaled sharply when he lifted his head to lick at her nipple through her bra. He grinned wickedly as she started back and Donna quickly captured his other hand and snapped the other cuff in place. Still astride his hips, she sat back, pleased, and admired her handiwork.
He twisted his head to get a look at the manacles holding his hands above him. “No bad,” he remarked, turning back to Donna with a mischievous smile. “But I must warn ye- ye cannae hesitate when cuffin’ someone who might offer resistance. It’s a situation fraught with opportunity and can easily rebound on ye if ye dinnae take precautions.” His hips rolled forward and Donna felt the tip of his cock brush her core through her knickers, demanding entrance.
She lifted her hips a fraction to give herself some semblance of control and studied him openly, languidly stroking his chest and following the dark trail of hair from his navel that disappeared beneath her thighs. “So you’ve been in this situation before, then?” Donna asked in a calm, steady voice that belied the turmoil roiling within her.
“This is no the first time I’ve worn the bracelets,” Peter leered and rolled his hips again, this time more pronounced and insistent. He paused then gave a short chortle as she tried and failed to hide her shock, her eyes widening in surprise. “Trainin’ exercises,” he explained breathlessly and she ground her hips against his in retaliation.
“Cheeky git,” she muttered. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? You have to have the last word in every situation.” Peter considered his response and just as he opened his mouth to speak, Donna leaned down and whispered, “Not this time,” as she captured his lips in a bruising kiss. She felt his arms tense and pull against his restraints as he instinctively sought to draw her nearer, and she momentarily felt guilty until she heard a low, hungry growl escape him.
“Oh, Copper,” Donna groaned as she settled back down on him, his cock nestled against her sodden knickers and pressing up into her hot, slick folds. She shifted slightly, rocking back and forth against him, the tip of his cock teasing at her clit, and she was thankful for the sheer barrier between them. If it hadn’t been, this would be over before she really got started. Her cheeks flushed and her breathing faltered as she rested her hands against his chest, her hair cascading over her shoulder as she struggled to control her reactions. She shifted slightly back and when his cock twitched hard between her legs, she moaned, “Now aren’t you sorry you made that crack about bein’ restrained?” She raised her eyes back to his and found them darker and deeper than she’d ever seen before.
“Donna, in no way, shape, or form am I now, nor will I ever be, sorry for that statement,” he ground out from behind gritted teeth. His eyes roved over her curves, over the pink stain that was creeping down her chest and disappearing behind the bra she still wore and he sighed before continuing. “If this is the result, I consider it to have been divinely inspired.”
As much as she loved the sound of his voice, Donna decided that the time for verbal foreplay was at an end. She wanted him, desperately, deeply, but even more, she wanted to know what was going through his head. “Peter,” she whispered, her hands framing his face of their own accord, fingertips stroking his temples gently as she leaned down across him, “tell me what you want.”
“I want to touch ye,” he replied without hesitation, “but as I cannae, what I wan'... is to see ye touch yerself... please...” His voice rumbled deep in his chest and Donna jerked her hands back.
“Oh,” she said softly, flustered and unable to meet his gaze.
When she didn’t respond, Peter continued. “Donna, ye must've known what I'd say. Why else restrain me thus,” he said, shaking his cuffs, “unless ye were gonna give me a show?” he asked with a flick of his eyebrows as his tongue traced his bottom lip. He cocked his head to the side with an impudent grin and winked at her. You smug bastard, she thought, realizing that he knew her motivations; he realized almost instantly things about herself that, until that very moment, she didn’t. Lust seemed to only sharpen his observational skills, unlike most of the men she had known. She relaxed back against him, letting her hips settle against his again but not meeting his gaze.
Donna marveled at the state of affairs in which she found herself: she had Peter sprawled diagonally across the bed, shackled naked to his own headboard with her straddling his cock and, using only his words and the opportunity she had foolishly given him, he somehow managed to wrest control of the situation from her. She wanted to do as he asked; it was a simple request, but she didn’t know how to begin. She hazarded a glance back at him, biting her lip in consternation.
Sensing the cause of her reluctance, Peter caught her gazed and whispered hoarsely, “Tell me what ye think of when ye pleasure yerself.”
“You,” she answered immediately. “I think of you.” She gazed at him in undisguised wonder and smiled gently.
Peter’s hips rolled up beneath her and his breathing grew shallow. “Show me,” he whispered. “Show me what ye’d do.”
“Well,” she murmured, tracing the swell of her breasts beneath the lacy cups of her bra and letting his eyes follow her fingers, “I would leave this on, imaginin' your hands on me.” She let her thumbs slide down to stroke her nipples and felt him grow harder beneath her. His obvious reaction gave her courage and she fell into a trance, narrating her favorite fantasy. “You have the most marvelous hands,” she gasped, letting her eyelids flutter shut as she stroked her belly, imagining his hands in place of her own. She let her memory roam, moaning at remembered sensations. “And when you come up behind me and kiss my neck,” she whispered, tilting her head and letting her hair spill down her back, “I can’t even begin to tell you what that does to me. I can feel your lips all the way down to my toes when you do that.” She shifted across his hips and he could see the outlines of her nipples, hard and erect, pressing against the lace.
“What else?” he forced out, breathing heavily. “Tell me more.” He shifted under her, pressing his erection firmly against her knickers and she knew they would have to go immediately. She leaned down, pressing her breasts to his chest and dragging herself across him as she gave him a deep, teasing kiss. As she slipped off him to stand beside the bed, he groaned at the loss of her skin and Donna decided to really give him something to groan about then.
“Well, I usually leave these on, too,” she admitted, hooking her thumbs in the sides of her knickers as she turned her back on him, “but for the sake of demonstration, I’ll take appropriate steps.” She leaned over, slowly dragging the sheer blue fabric down and treating him to a show of her now naked arse. When she looked back over her shoulder at him, Peter was biting his lip so hard she was afraid he’d injure himself. His cock stood out from his body, proud and erect, and she noted with satisfaction the bead of moisture glistening at the tip. She leaned over and, letting her breasts nearly tumble from the low-cut lace, she licked the precome from the head of his cock and was rewarded with a low, shuddering cry from the man below her. She slid back onto the bed and sat low across his hips, following the path his eyes blazed across her body. They flicked back to her lips and his eyes begged her to continue.
“I imagine you here, with your clever fingers,” she breathed as she slipped her hand into the ginger curls between her legs. “Teasin', always teasin', but it feels sooo good,” she moaned. She rose up on her knees, the fingers of one hand parting her curls so he could see while the other slipped inside the cup of her bra and lifted her breast free. His eyes followed her movements and when her nipple peeked out just above the lace trim, his hips rocked up hard of their own volition. “I like it when you tease me, when you make me wait,” she confessed with a moan as she lifted up and positioned herself just out of reach of his straining member. “The anticipation is delicious.”
She waited until she knew his eyes were on the hand at her breast and she slowly drew her thumb up and across her nipple, teasing it further into a taut, hard peak. Peter’s arms were pulling at the headboard now, his ineffectual struggles making his hips twist below her and she smiled. His breath came now in short, heavy bursts and Donna wanted to see if she could stop it temporarily all on her own.
“Donna, please,” he ground out, eyes darting between the handcuffs securing him to his bed and her hands roaming across her body. “Please, just...”
“No,” she said simply, regaining control of the scenario as her confidence increased. “I’m givin’ you what you asked for.” He whimpered before his expression grew dark and determined.
“Now my hands are never as good as your lips,” she sighed, “but I imagine you teasin' me.” She let her eyes fall shut as she lifted the other breast free, leaning forward slightly to give him a better view. “Slowly, so slowly, makin' me wait, setting a pace designed to drive me mad,” she crooned as she purposely did the same to him. She angled her hips so that the root of his cock was between the wet lips of her sex and she slowly drug herself up and over him, keeping him trapped between them. “It makes me so hot and so ready for you.” Peter tugged violently at the headboard then and the whole bed shook, but Donna ignored it.
“But you know, I don’t do this often,” she confessed. “It’s just a pale imitation and it always leaves me wantin’ more. It’s never enough, not when what I really want is this,” she moaned as she shifted back, lying prone against his body. She let her breasts settle on either side of his cock and was gratified to see him strain up a bit to watch her. She licked the tip delicately then exhaled over it, loving the feel of his thighs flexing beneath her. She licked the head of his cock again and he flopped back with a heartfelt groan. She could taste traces of herself on him as she took him into her mouth, bobbing up and down a bit, shallow and slow at first before taking him deeper, relaxing her throat as she twirled her tongue along his shaft. He inhaled sharply in response and let loose a growl of frustration.
“Donna,” he grated out, “let me go.” She knew what he wanted and she felt a deep twinge between her legs: she was as ready for him as he was for her, but she forced herself to complete what she’d started.
“I’m not finished,” she murmured against his skin. She felt his thighs tremble beneath her and heard him curse desperately under his breath. She slipped back up and rose above him as he twisted beneath her, trying to find release. She let his cock slide back and forth between her folds for just a moment and when he raised his head, when she knew he could see, she settled back and slowly sank down onto him. Peter cried out as she pulled back, almost completely off him and rocked against him, just the tip of his cock playing in and out before pushing back down hard and fast.
“Donna, oh, god, Donna, yer gonna kill me yet,” he groaned and she moved faster, riding him in earnest, flinging her hair back and holding herself upright with one hand on his chest. He was bucking wildly into her now, cursing and crying her name, and she could feel her climax getting ready to break over her. She slipped her hand back between her legs and let one finger play over her clit as he pounded up into her and she cried out as she came. She felt Peter’s legs strain beneath her as he arched up and she rode him hard, the dying tremors of her orgasm dragging him over the edge with her. With one final thrust, he cried out, straining hard before collapsing beneath her as she lay across him, caressing his cheek and kissing him with trembling lips.
“Now I’m done,” Donna whispered as she laid her head back against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as she wrapped her arms around him.
As his breathing slowly returned to something approaching normal, Peter closed his eyes and tried to embrace her. The handcuffs clattered noisily against the wooden headboard and he raised his head to look at her. “Donna,” he reminded her, “it’s my turn now. Let me go so I can hold ye a bit?”
She grinned, tracing patterns on his skin and giggling when he twitched under her caress. “Ticklish?” she teased, and he fought to keep himself still and his face neutral under her dancing fingers. “I think I like the idea of havin’ you here like this,” she told him. “Maybe I should leave you like this a bit longer? I might have other things in mind, after all.”
“Aye, that ye could, but then, ye’d be missin’ out on what I want to do with ye. I won’t disappoint, I promise,” Peter cajoled, lifting his arms as far as the cuffs would allow.
“The possibility never even crossed my mind,” she confessed. “After all, you never have before.” Donna leaned down for one last kiss in custody, smiling wickedly as she ground herself against Peter, eliciting another groan from the man beneath her. Taking pity on him, she finally reached up to thumb the button to open the novelty handcuffs securing him to the bed- and she froze. She fumbled around, checking the other side of the cuffs, then looked back again at the side facing her. She frowned and felt along both sides of the restraints, searching for a different kind of release- one that wasn’t there.
“Um, Peter.....,” Donna confessed nervously, “there’s no button on these handcuffs.” She fumbled about, running her fingers over the metal, babbling nervously, “Why is there no release button on these handcuffs? I checked when I got them to make sure I knew what to do.” She sat back, sliding off him and snatching up his shirt from the floor. She slipped into it and jerked her knickers back on before she stood next to the bed, shifting from foot to foot in her anxiety.
“Donna. Donna, calm down, it’s OK,” Peter said soothingly. He looked up at the handcuffs around his wrists and realized what the problem was. “It’s OK, Donna, they’re mine,” he explained, keeping his voice low and calm.
“Well, isn't that just wizard! They’re yours!” she fretted, tossing her head uneasily. “That’s a consolation: at least they're quality!” she added under her breath and her head jerked back to him in confusion as a sickening wave of déjà vu swept over her. She sat down awkwardly on the bed beside him, her hands trembling as a faint memory ghosted up against her present.
Wrapped up in the current mystery, Peter missed her mood shift, frowning for a moment as he considered the probable chain of events. “They must’ve popped free from the case when ye tossed my belt across the floor and we got them mixed up as we came in. That’s all,” he explained and Donna blinked and shook her head before she sighed. Visibly upset, she looked at him pleadingly and Peter could see distressed tears starting to form. “It’s no a problem: the key’s on my key ring in the pocket of my trousers,” he added. She bit her lip and nodded her head, unconvinced.
"Donna, it's OK, I promise,” he said gently. The last thing he wanted was for her to panic tonight and become uncomfortable with him, to shy away from any possibility of future erotic adventures. “Even if you cannae find them, with the judicious application of a suitable lubricant," he grinned at her deepening flush before he continued, "olive oil, for instance-I can work my way out. Ye were a bit timid, love. Ye stopped at the first position and dinnae fasten them down properly."
“I didn’t want to take a chance that I’d hurt you,” she admitted, turning to him and gently touching his face. “I just wanted to...” she said before she blushed even deeper and looked away. “I’m so sorry, Peter,” she whispered.
“I’m no,” he replied, a smile playing about his lips. “This was amazin’ and I’d do it again, even knowin’ this would occur.” When she wouldn’t meet his gaze, he told her, “Donna, I loved it. Really. This’ll make a great story to tell our...” he paused, considering. “Well, I’m no sure who we’d ever tell, but still. This will make a great story, eh?” She smiled sadly and hugged herself before slowly getting up.
“I’ll just go get your keys, then, shall I?” she said unsteadily and went back to the living room to retrieve them. She picked up his abandoned trousers from the floor and felt around in his pockets, drawing out the empty wrappers from two lollies and another one still wrapped in plastic, his mobile, some loose change, and a crumpled receipt. “Peter,” she cried as panic started to set in, “they’re not here!” She doubled over and buried her face in her hands, moaning, “Oh, this is soooo shamin’! Oh, lord, oh, no, no, no!” She whirled around frantically, and spying her bag, snatched it up and dumped the contents out on the table in the vain hope that his keys had somehow ended up there.
“Perfect. Just perfect,” she groaned desolately when her search failed to locate the missing keys. She suddenly stood straight up, a full blown panic attack imminent as a horrible thought occurred to her. “Oh! NO!,” she wailed, “Peter, what if you can’t work your way out? I’m gonna have to call the police for a spare key! Oh, no, no, no, what have I done? What have I done to you!” She grabbed her head and bit her lip, closing her eyes and rocking back and forth.
“Donna, ye dinnae seriously think this hasn’t happened to nearly every police officer at one time or another? It’s all but an occupational hazard,” Peter called out loudly. He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation, but Donna was too upset. Here he was, handcuffed to his own bed with his own handcuffs, completely starkers and thoroughly shagged, and yet he was yelling down the hall, trying to comfort Donna from two rooms away.
“They’re not here, they’re not here, they’re not here,” Donna chanted as she franticly searched.
Peter could hear the rising panic in her voice but he knew it was unwarranted. “Donna, love, calm down,” he shouted down the hall to her, raising his head. “We came in with the keys. They’re here. It’s all right, love.” He laid back on the bed for a moment, picturing his flat, recalling his actions as they had entered earlier. “Try lookin’ on the table,” he added.
“They’re not there, either,” she all but sobbed, moving back to the kitchen to see if he’d laid them on the counter. Shame and embarrassment welled up inside, threatening to overwhelm her and she felt the first tear slip down her cheek. “Where could they be?”
“Donna, be calm. Stop and think- I remember tossin’ them on the table,” he told her. “If they’re no on the table, they must be on the floor near it.”
“But I looked,” Donna said, crying now. “I promise I did.”
“Donna,” Peter said calmly, “I know ye did, but look again. Please? Get down on the floor and look- maybe they’re up against the baseboards? Or the bookcases? Just look again.”
Donna took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself. If Peter was’t panicked, then she shouldn’t panic, either. She closed here eyes for a moment, trying to remember what had happened when they came into his flat and she got down on her knees. She vaguely remembered the sound of his keys sliding across the table and she looked along the possible lines of trajectory. With a cry of triumph, she reached out and snagged them from their hiding place, against the far wall and under the drapes.
“Found them!” she exclaimed, leaping up and running down the hall back to the bedroom, holding the keys high before her. She skidded to a stop beside the bed and fumbled with them for a moment until she found a long, cylindrical key and bent down to release him. Donna sighed in relief as the first cuff popped free and he drew his hands back down and away from the bed. She released the other wrist and gently rubbed the faint mark left behind with both hands as he wrapped his arms around her. She snatched the cuffs up from where they’d fallen and made to fling them down the hall when he reached up and stayed her hand.
“Donna Noble,” he murmured as he drew her down next to him, wiping away traces of tears from her face. He kissed her neck as he ran his hand down the length of her arm and gently retrieved his handcuffs from her grasp. "Ye're quite sexy when ye're flustered."
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