Poetic Provocation 3/3
Title: Poetic Provocation 3/3
Author: Hezikiah
Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff. Big Brother Beebs does and I sneak into his closet and play with his old toys when he's not looking.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Donna
Warnings: Le smut du jour. Don't read if sex offends you. Or erotic poetry.
Summary: Donna catches the Doctor reading a book of love poetry, but doubts he has a romantic bone in his body. He decides to show her otherwise.
A/N: You have no freaking clue how happy I am to get this final chapter written. I threw in just a touch of Dark!Doctor for fun (just a little, not much). Enjoy it! I know I did. The Casanova reference at the end is a nod to sykira for fun and giggles. :)
Part One Part Two
His warm breath tickled the side of her neck as he shifted to line himself up with her entrance. His hand trailed down her body to rest against her stomach, holding her still with his fingers splayed wide. The Doctor breathed in a deep, rumbling voice in her ear, "Why then...what needst thou have more covering than a man?"
With those words, the Doctor pressed into Donna in one long and smooth thrust. Her body jerked away from his in reaction, but his hand pressed hard against her stomach to hold her hips in place. Donna's head arched back against his shoulder, mouth falling open to let out a cry of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain from the unrelenting slide into her inner depths. She squeezed her eyes shut. The Doctor noted she was trembling against him. “Shh, it's all right,” he murmured. She had tensed up at the sudden penetration. Donna was so tight around him that the Doctor knew it had been a very long time since she'd last lain with anyone. His left hand stroked along her arm, offering gentle reassurances. Tiny tears sprung to her eyes as her inner walls stretched around him. The Doctor was much larger than she was used to, but at the same time he felt amazing.
He continued to press into her, going slow and steady with no respite from the burning pressure. Donna whimpered and her hips twitched forward again against the restraint of his palm on her belly, instinctively moving away from the source of pain. Sensing he was hurting her, the Doctor stilled and waited for her body to accommodate him. He wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb as he bent his head and his lips covered hers. The Doctor pulled her into a passionate kiss designed to make her forget about her discomfort and allow her to relax enough where he wouldn't hurt her anymore.
His tongue danced across hers and she melted into the kiss, distracted from the feeling of being stretched and full beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. After a few moments, she relaxed around him and he slid in further until he was completely joined with her. She broke off the kiss and mumbled “Oh god!” against his lips.
“Nope, just me,” he murmured before he pulled back a bit the smallest bit, then flexed his hips, staying deep inside her.
Donna cried out at the blissful sensations that swirled upwards through her body from their joined centers. “Doctor!”
He silenced her again with another kiss, but this time it was softer, more tender. The Doctor brushed the pad of one thumb over her temple as he drew back and pressed forward again just the smallest amount, sustaining the thrust. Donna let out a quiet gasp as another rush of pleasure thrilled through her body. He barely moved as he set up a slow but steady rhythm. The Doctor knew that any more would be painful for Donna and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her again.
His hand on her belly released its hold and he stroked his fingers over the smooth mound of her stomach as he rocked into her, his narrow hips nestled snug against the softness of her bottom. “My Donna,” he breathed out. He kept up the firm sustaining thrusts, but did not withdraw much. The Doctor dipped his head and his mouth moved in a languid fashion over hers. There was no rush, just the infinite patience of a Time Lord. As frantic and manic as the Doctor seemed at times, he knew that making love to Donna was something that couldn't be hurried. Her body was like a rare fruit, something to savor and linger over instead of devouring greedily.
The heady aromas of jasmine, the odd steely smell of the Doctor's arousal, and her own scent combined to form an intoxicating perfume that made Donna's head spin in a pleasurable way. No one had ever been so gentle or tender with her and Donna had never imagined that sex could be like this. She would never have pegged her geeky and spastic Spaceman for an amazing lover, but every one of his slow but strong presses into the depths of her body proved her wrong. Donna realized she was letting out soft cries in time to his thrusts and that was something that normally would have embarrassed her, but not now. The sound of his heavy breathing in her ear and her own vocal expressions of pleasure only served to increase her passion.
She felt her inner muscles begin to tighten up around him and a sense of urgency filled her. Donna let out an impatient whimper against his lips and pressed back against him, wanting him to move faster, to take her harder. The Doctor knew what she wanted and he chuckled before whispering, “Not yet. Patience, my love.”
Donna mewled in annoyance, arching her back against him. To her irritation, he didn't increase the rhythm. He continued the same unrelenting slow, deep cadence much to her chagrin. Just when Donna thought she was going to go bonkers from impatience, he slipped his left hand from her hip to her leg and parted her thighs slightly. She let out a shocked gasp as her body opened up and he slid deeper inside her. His fingers brushed her clit and she reacted instantly, wailing as her climax roared through her.
The Doctor's hand on her lower belly clamped down and he began taking her in hard, measured strokes, pressing his palm against her stomach in time to his motions. Donna was still riding the crest of her first orgasm, but the dual pressure from both inside and outside her body was enough to cause another one to thunder through her. She reared her head back and screamed from pure pleasure, her fiery hair fanning out over the pillow and the Doctor's shoulder.
He wasn't done with her, though. Despite the fact that Donna was writhing against him, he continued the double pressure and rolled his fingers in tight circles over her clit. Donna shattered for a third time, letting out a hoarse shout that bordered on sobbing. The Doctor could feel the frantic rhythm of her pulse as her body tightened reflexively around him. He gave a final sharp thrust, holding himself deep inside her as if he were branding her, claiming her as his own. Both hands encircled her tummy and kneaded, shaping around his manhood inside of her. Donna held her breath and quieted at the overwhelming forces surrounding her body and squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel his twin hearts thrumming in a strong, steady cadence against her womb as her inner walls fluttered around him. It was the strangest, most alien feeling she'd ever experienced but also the most erotic. Unbidden tears of release flowed from her eyes.
She only dared to breathe when he released her and slid gently from her depths. The Doctor cuddled her close as he silently wiped away her tears and stroked his fingers down her body, waiting for her to recover. Donna opened her eyes, panting hard at what had just happened to her. She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Is that...all??" she asked, her voice breaking.
The Doctor chuckled and she could feel his rumbling laugh against her back. “Do you want more?"
“I meant of the poem, you prawn!” She paused a moment and then smiled a little. “But if you're offering...I don't think you came, did you?”
She sensed him shaking his head. “Yes to the poem and no to the climax.”
Donna felt bad. She'd climaxed several times, but he hadn't. “Why not?”
“Erm...” he made an awkward sound. “It's...well...it takes a bit longer for me to attain release than just a few minutes. There's a bit of a difference physiologically between Time Lord and Human males.”
“Time Lords last longer in the sack?” she guessed.
“Ahm...yes. I stopped because I thought you'd had enough.” He paused and bent down to brush a kiss against her temple. “I don't want to hurt you.”
Donna turned in his arms so she was lying on her back and looking up at him. She could feel his firm erection prodding against her thigh. “I haven't had nearly enough, Spaceman,” she purred. “And you weren't hurting me. I'm all for another stanza or two, if you are.”
A mischievous grin spread across the Doctor's face and he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “In that case, I'd be happy to demonstrate some of my very best meters.”
Donna busted into full laughter as he sat up and pulled her after him. He scooted away from the pillows with his back to the headboard and crossed his long legs. The Doctor tugged Donna into his lap so that she was facing him and she chuckled at the awkward position. Her knees brushed against his torso and he wrapped his arms around her so that his palms rested against her shoulder blades. Donna's face was inches from his and he kissed her nose. “Put your legs around my waist.”
She did so, resting her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance, and felt his hardness nudge at her center. He let out a low hiss of anticipation as he rested against her opening and the warmth of her body branded the enlarged tip of him. The Doctor brought one hand down against her lower back. He twitched his hips forward and pressed into Donna, his gentle hand pushing her down onto him. The Doctor inhaled through his bared teeth as her searing heat surrounded him. “Humans,” he gasped out in sheer pleasure. “Your bodies blaze hotter than a supernova...and I love it.”
Donna cried out and her head fell back as he slipped into her. The Doctor slid his arm around her upper back to lift her chest and he dipped his head to draw one of her rosy nipples into the depths of his mouth. His tongue swirled around several times before he began slowly suckling her. At the same, his hips drew back and then he plunged into her again. A low whimper escaped her as he repeated the motions over and over, tongue matching the rhythm of his lower torso.
She had never made love upright like this before. Donna felt insistent pressure from his palm on her back, but she needed no encouragement as her hips began rocking in counterpoint to his motions. Her eyes flickered to the right and she saw their shadowed reflections in the ornate wooden full-length mirror on the outside of her wardrobe. Donna was mesmerized by the sight, the Doctor and herself bathed in the soft glow of the tiny candles, their flames flickering, mimicking the two of them as they moved in harmony together. She had never seen a more erotic sight before and it was hard to believe that the naked woman in the mirror who was undulating against the Doctor was her. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought this would happen to her, not the snarky temp from Chiswick.
But this was a different Donna right now, a Donna full of sensuous passion and fire. The Doctor knew it, suspected it had always been there inside of her, and he was entranced with this side of his companion. His eyes peered up at her from her breast and flickered over to see what she was looking at. He released her with an audible pop and straightened up, bringing his other hand down to grasp her hips. The Doctor leaned in to kiss her neck and his eyes met hers in the mirror. “I've seen galaxies born and die,” he murmured into her ear, “I've seen planets so lovely that you can't help but weep at their sight.” His turned his head against hers so their cheeks were pressed together side-by-side as they gazed into the mirror. “But this...this is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.”
Donna's breath caught and her arms slid tighter around his neck. Overcome with emotion, she tore her gaze away from the mirror and found herself drowning in the depths of the Time Lords's eyes. He held her in thrall for several long moments before he bent his head and captured her lips in a burning kiss. Donna buried her hands in his hair, holding him to her so he couldn't break off their embrace. The Doctor drank in the tiny whimpers she made deep in her throat with each slow and tender stroke he gave her.
They continued to make slow love for several long minutes, but soon the Doctor felt an urgent, ancient stirring deep inside him and he broke off the kiss to gasp, “Donna...Donna I need...”
Curiosity flared in her eyes as she looked at him, but she was startled to see the Doctor seemed like he was in pain. His head had reared back and he was gritting his teeth. “Doctor?” she asked in alarm. “What is it? What do you need?”
His head snapped up and his eyes bored into hers. “You. More.” His voice was deep and rough, filled with a male need that Donna recognized.
“You already have me, you silly Spaceman,” she started to laugh, but the look in his eyes was so intense that her amusement died on her tongue. “I don't understand...” she was cut off when he suddenly gave a sharp thrust inside of her and she cried out in surprise. Understanding swept over her and she dropped her hands to his firm rear and squeezed hard, pressing him against her body. His nostrils flared and he let out a low groan of impatience. “If you need more, then take it.”
In one swift move, the Doctor snatched a pillow from behind him, tucked it next to her bottom, and wrapped his arms around her upper back. He untangled his legs and leaned forward, guiding Donna down so that she lay flat on her back. Her hips were cushioned on the pillow. The weight of him crashing down onto her made her legs unlock from around his waist and her feet flopped on either side of his. Without missing a measure, the Doctor began taking her in rapid, firm thrusts. The pillow angled her hips so that he was able to push deeper and deeper inside her. The sudden change from slow and gentle lovemaking to fast and furious shocked Donna, but she wailed aloud and writhed beneath him as pleasure raced through her body.
His hands slid underneath her shoulders. The Doctor braced his feet against the headboard and used it as leverage as he drove into Donna at a maddening rate. She gasped for air over and over again. The feeling of his full weight on top her felt so right. She brought a hand up and rested it against his cheek. The Doctor's eyes were closed but they flew open at her touch. The look in his brown eyes was one of pure carnal desire and the fact that he was gazing at her that way surprised her. He'd never look at her like that before and it was such an alien look for him that Donna was reminded that the Doctor wasn't human. A tiny tendril of fear shot through her and she almost laughed despite her trepidation. You're scared NOW, you silly goose? It's a little late for that!
Still, she'd never seen this side of him. For all his harping on about how he was from such a superior species, here he was buried deep within her and practicing one of the oldest biological imperatives in the universe. She became very aware of his tight grip on her shoulders, of being spread wide open beneath him, the feeling of being helpless as he pounded into her with reckless abandon no matter how hard she tried to keep up, and the way he was staring down into her eyes. Donna couldn't quite discern his expression, but she caught a mixture of desire, of triumph, and just a bit of the Oncoming Storm. As if confirming her suspicions, he dropped his head down and rasped, “Mine!” in a guttural voice before he ravished her mouth.
As his tongue scraped against hers and she arched her back in response, Donna had never felt so completely possessed and out of control. In any other situation, she would have been terrified, but she trusted the Doctor with all of her heart and knew he wouldn't hurt her. In fact, he was doing the opposite of hurting her. Her body seemed to be filled with sweet electricity that raced headlong to gather into a tight waiting knot at her center. Donna flung her arms around him, wanting something to hold on to. She was so close, but she tried to hold off. She gripped his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles in his powerful back ripple under her palms as he picked up the speed and drove into the depths of her body.
The Doctor broke off the kiss and let out a primal shout, a sound she'd never heard him make before. At the same time, he pushed so deep and sharp that Donna couldn't hold it in anymore and she whipped her head back and screamed his name as the knot in her belly burst apart and lightning tendrils of pleasure cracked through every synapse in her body. He answered her with a strangled cry as he slammed into her again, sustaining the thrust and pinning her in place. She felt a rushing warmth against her womb and her inner walls flared rhythmically around him. Donna trembled from the overpowering emotions that roared through her and quiet whimpers escaped her as she clung to the Doctor's back. He thrusted a few times more before coming to a rest between her thighs.
The Doctor dropped his sweaty forehead to hers and for several moments there was nothing but the heavy sound of their breathing as they both tried to catch their breath. He let go of her and pushed up onto his hands, still inside her, and studied Donna for any signs of discomfort. The Doctor had been a little rougher than he'd intended and he was worried that he'd hurt her.
Donna, though, was smiling like a cat who'd gotten into the cream. Her grin of sheer contentment was infectious enough to cause a big smile to break out onto his own face. Donna started giggling and he asked, “What's so amusing?”
“Well, you just proved to me that you do have an erotic side...I just figured you were more of the romantic sonnet type, is all. You know, Shakespeare and all that."
"Sonnets are all well and good, but...” he reached up a hand and stroked her jawline, “Donna Noble, I knew I would need more than fourteen lines and a rhyming couplet to get you into bed. I figured twenty-four couplets would do the job.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Seems to have done, anyway.”
Donna whacked him lightly only the arm. “Don't be so full of yourself, mister. Any old Casanova can use iambic wotsit on a girl and have a decent chance of getting her in between the sheets."
He shook his head and gave her a mischievous grin. "Iambic pentameter, you mean? That's the meter of the poem.” He looked thoughtful for a second and then shrugged. “Well...I suppose I could give it a go..." He jerked his hips against hers, pressing harder on the stressed syllables, “One TWO three FOUR five SIX seven EIGHT nine TEN!” Donna burst into laughter at his complete absurdity. “I'll bet Casanova wouldn't even think to try something like that!”
The Doctor slid out from her and rolled onto his side. He threw an arm across her and pulled her into a cuddle. She turned in his arms to face him and intertwined her feet with his, resting her head on his shoulder. Donna was worn out, which was obvious when she gave a quiet yawn and her eyes slid shut. The Doctor placed a soft kiss on her forehead and held her until she fell into a deep slumber. He wasn't tired, but he was content to stay with Donna and be alone with his thoughts as he contemplated their future together.
Later the next day and several hundred years in the past...
A cold blast of the February wind made the young man pull his cloak tighter around himself as he hurried from the Palace of Whitehall in London. He thought of the comfort of York House nearby and of Mary, the pretty upstairs maid who tended to his rooms. Despite his misery, a smile grew across the face of the new Lord Keeper of the Great Seal. York House would be warm, but Mary would be even warmer...
The man was so lost in thoughts that he failed to notice the two strangers who suddenly loomed up before him and he almost lost his footing and tumbled into the nearby midden. “Whoops-a-daisy!” called out the taller of the two, a skinny man who wore an odd brown coat instead of a cloak and an even stranger brown suit with blue stripes. The man caught the Lord Keeper before he fell. “Sorry about that! Didn't mean to startle you. Are you John Donne, by the way?”
The Lord Keeper nodded once. “I am. And you are?”
A huge grin broke out on the man's face. “I'm the Doctor and this is Donna Noble. Say hello to John Donne, Donna.”
Donne looked over at the woman, who had fiery ginger hair. He was taken aback at her strange clothing, but was caught even more off guard when she stepped forward and grasped his hand, pumping it up and down. “John Donne! I am so glad to meet you and shake your hand. I'm a huge admirer of yours after the Doctor here...um...” She glanced at the Doctor and a knowing look passed between them. “He introduced me to some of your poetry.”
“Oh,” came the reply from the dumbfounded man. “Erm...well, I thank thee for thy kind words, my lady.” He looked at the two strange people and recognition dawned on him. Lovers, he thought. Probably at least five progeny by now. “I am most pleased that you enjoyed my words. They seem to have brought you much joy and I sincerely pray to our dearest Lord that they will continue to do so. Now, if you will excuse me...”
“Of course,” Donna let go of his hand and stepped back. He nodded at both of them and hurried on his way. The two of them watched him leave and then the Doctor slid an arm around Donna's waist. They headed back towards the TARDIS, which was parked nearby. As they walked, the Doctor mused, “Perhaps I ought to introduce you to Robert Herrick...”
Author: Hezikiah
Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff. Big Brother Beebs does and I sneak into his closet and play with his old toys when he's not looking.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Donna
Warnings: Le smut du jour. Don't read if sex offends you. Or erotic poetry.
Summary: Donna catches the Doctor reading a book of love poetry, but doubts he has a romantic bone in his body. He decides to show her otherwise.
A/N: You have no freaking clue how happy I am to get this final chapter written. I threw in just a touch of Dark!Doctor for fun (just a little, not much). Enjoy it! I know I did. The Casanova reference at the end is a nod to sykira for fun and giggles. :)
Part One Part Two
His warm breath tickled the side of her neck as he shifted to line himself up with her entrance. His hand trailed down her body to rest against her stomach, holding her still with his fingers splayed wide. The Doctor breathed in a deep, rumbling voice in her ear, "Why then...what needst thou have more covering than a man?"
With those words, the Doctor pressed into Donna in one long and smooth thrust. Her body jerked away from his in reaction, but his hand pressed hard against her stomach to hold her hips in place. Donna's head arched back against his shoulder, mouth falling open to let out a cry of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain from the unrelenting slide into her inner depths. She squeezed her eyes shut. The Doctor noted she was trembling against him. “Shh, it's all right,” he murmured. She had tensed up at the sudden penetration. Donna was so tight around him that the Doctor knew it had been a very long time since she'd last lain with anyone. His left hand stroked along her arm, offering gentle reassurances. Tiny tears sprung to her eyes as her inner walls stretched around him. The Doctor was much larger than she was used to, but at the same time he felt amazing.
He continued to press into her, going slow and steady with no respite from the burning pressure. Donna whimpered and her hips twitched forward again against the restraint of his palm on her belly, instinctively moving away from the source of pain. Sensing he was hurting her, the Doctor stilled and waited for her body to accommodate him. He wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb as he bent his head and his lips covered hers. The Doctor pulled her into a passionate kiss designed to make her forget about her discomfort and allow her to relax enough where he wouldn't hurt her anymore.
His tongue danced across hers and she melted into the kiss, distracted from the feeling of being stretched and full beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. After a few moments, she relaxed around him and he slid in further until he was completely joined with her. She broke off the kiss and mumbled “Oh god!” against his lips.
“Nope, just me,” he murmured before he pulled back a bit the smallest bit, then flexed his hips, staying deep inside her.
Donna cried out at the blissful sensations that swirled upwards through her body from their joined centers. “Doctor!”
He silenced her again with another kiss, but this time it was softer, more tender. The Doctor brushed the pad of one thumb over her temple as he drew back and pressed forward again just the smallest amount, sustaining the thrust. Donna let out a quiet gasp as another rush of pleasure thrilled through her body. He barely moved as he set up a slow but steady rhythm. The Doctor knew that any more would be painful for Donna and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her again.
His hand on her belly released its hold and he stroked his fingers over the smooth mound of her stomach as he rocked into her, his narrow hips nestled snug against the softness of her bottom. “My Donna,” he breathed out. He kept up the firm sustaining thrusts, but did not withdraw much. The Doctor dipped his head and his mouth moved in a languid fashion over hers. There was no rush, just the infinite patience of a Time Lord. As frantic and manic as the Doctor seemed at times, he knew that making love to Donna was something that couldn't be hurried. Her body was like a rare fruit, something to savor and linger over instead of devouring greedily.
The heady aromas of jasmine, the odd steely smell of the Doctor's arousal, and her own scent combined to form an intoxicating perfume that made Donna's head spin in a pleasurable way. No one had ever been so gentle or tender with her and Donna had never imagined that sex could be like this. She would never have pegged her geeky and spastic Spaceman for an amazing lover, but every one of his slow but strong presses into the depths of her body proved her wrong. Donna realized she was letting out soft cries in time to his thrusts and that was something that normally would have embarrassed her, but not now. The sound of his heavy breathing in her ear and her own vocal expressions of pleasure only served to increase her passion.
She felt her inner muscles begin to tighten up around him and a sense of urgency filled her. Donna let out an impatient whimper against his lips and pressed back against him, wanting him to move faster, to take her harder. The Doctor knew what she wanted and he chuckled before whispering, “Not yet. Patience, my love.”
Donna mewled in annoyance, arching her back against him. To her irritation, he didn't increase the rhythm. He continued the same unrelenting slow, deep cadence much to her chagrin. Just when Donna thought she was going to go bonkers from impatience, he slipped his left hand from her hip to her leg and parted her thighs slightly. She let out a shocked gasp as her body opened up and he slid deeper inside her. His fingers brushed her clit and she reacted instantly, wailing as her climax roared through her.
The Doctor's hand on her lower belly clamped down and he began taking her in hard, measured strokes, pressing his palm against her stomach in time to his motions. Donna was still riding the crest of her first orgasm, but the dual pressure from both inside and outside her body was enough to cause another one to thunder through her. She reared her head back and screamed from pure pleasure, her fiery hair fanning out over the pillow and the Doctor's shoulder.
He wasn't done with her, though. Despite the fact that Donna was writhing against him, he continued the double pressure and rolled his fingers in tight circles over her clit. Donna shattered for a third time, letting out a hoarse shout that bordered on sobbing. The Doctor could feel the frantic rhythm of her pulse as her body tightened reflexively around him. He gave a final sharp thrust, holding himself deep inside her as if he were branding her, claiming her as his own. Both hands encircled her tummy and kneaded, shaping around his manhood inside of her. Donna held her breath and quieted at the overwhelming forces surrounding her body and squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel his twin hearts thrumming in a strong, steady cadence against her womb as her inner walls fluttered around him. It was the strangest, most alien feeling she'd ever experienced but also the most erotic. Unbidden tears of release flowed from her eyes.
She only dared to breathe when he released her and slid gently from her depths. The Doctor cuddled her close as he silently wiped away her tears and stroked his fingers down her body, waiting for her to recover. Donna opened her eyes, panting hard at what had just happened to her. She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Is that...all??" she asked, her voice breaking.
The Doctor chuckled and she could feel his rumbling laugh against her back. “Do you want more?"
“I meant of the poem, you prawn!” She paused a moment and then smiled a little. “But if you're offering...I don't think you came, did you?”
She sensed him shaking his head. “Yes to the poem and no to the climax.”
Donna felt bad. She'd climaxed several times, but he hadn't. “Why not?”
“Erm...” he made an awkward sound. “It's...well...it takes a bit longer for me to attain release than just a few minutes. There's a bit of a difference physiologically between Time Lord and Human males.”
“Time Lords last longer in the sack?” she guessed.
“Ahm...yes. I stopped because I thought you'd had enough.” He paused and bent down to brush a kiss against her temple. “I don't want to hurt you.”
Donna turned in his arms so she was lying on her back and looking up at him. She could feel his firm erection prodding against her thigh. “I haven't had nearly enough, Spaceman,” she purred. “And you weren't hurting me. I'm all for another stanza or two, if you are.”
A mischievous grin spread across the Doctor's face and he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “In that case, I'd be happy to demonstrate some of my very best meters.”
Donna busted into full laughter as he sat up and pulled her after him. He scooted away from the pillows with his back to the headboard and crossed his long legs. The Doctor tugged Donna into his lap so that she was facing him and she chuckled at the awkward position. Her knees brushed against his torso and he wrapped his arms around her so that his palms rested against her shoulder blades. Donna's face was inches from his and he kissed her nose. “Put your legs around my waist.”
She did so, resting her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance, and felt his hardness nudge at her center. He let out a low hiss of anticipation as he rested against her opening and the warmth of her body branded the enlarged tip of him. The Doctor brought one hand down against her lower back. He twitched his hips forward and pressed into Donna, his gentle hand pushing her down onto him. The Doctor inhaled through his bared teeth as her searing heat surrounded him. “Humans,” he gasped out in sheer pleasure. “Your bodies blaze hotter than a supernova...and I love it.”
Donna cried out and her head fell back as he slipped into her. The Doctor slid his arm around her upper back to lift her chest and he dipped his head to draw one of her rosy nipples into the depths of his mouth. His tongue swirled around several times before he began slowly suckling her. At the same, his hips drew back and then he plunged into her again. A low whimper escaped her as he repeated the motions over and over, tongue matching the rhythm of his lower torso.
She had never made love upright like this before. Donna felt insistent pressure from his palm on her back, but she needed no encouragement as her hips began rocking in counterpoint to his motions. Her eyes flickered to the right and she saw their shadowed reflections in the ornate wooden full-length mirror on the outside of her wardrobe. Donna was mesmerized by the sight, the Doctor and herself bathed in the soft glow of the tiny candles, their flames flickering, mimicking the two of them as they moved in harmony together. She had never seen a more erotic sight before and it was hard to believe that the naked woman in the mirror who was undulating against the Doctor was her. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought this would happen to her, not the snarky temp from Chiswick.
But this was a different Donna right now, a Donna full of sensuous passion and fire. The Doctor knew it, suspected it had always been there inside of her, and he was entranced with this side of his companion. His eyes peered up at her from her breast and flickered over to see what she was looking at. He released her with an audible pop and straightened up, bringing his other hand down to grasp her hips. The Doctor leaned in to kiss her neck and his eyes met hers in the mirror. “I've seen galaxies born and die,” he murmured into her ear, “I've seen planets so lovely that you can't help but weep at their sight.” His turned his head against hers so their cheeks were pressed together side-by-side as they gazed into the mirror. “But this...this is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.”
Donna's breath caught and her arms slid tighter around his neck. Overcome with emotion, she tore her gaze away from the mirror and found herself drowning in the depths of the Time Lords's eyes. He held her in thrall for several long moments before he bent his head and captured her lips in a burning kiss. Donna buried her hands in his hair, holding him to her so he couldn't break off their embrace. The Doctor drank in the tiny whimpers she made deep in her throat with each slow and tender stroke he gave her.
They continued to make slow love for several long minutes, but soon the Doctor felt an urgent, ancient stirring deep inside him and he broke off the kiss to gasp, “Donna...Donna I need...”
Curiosity flared in her eyes as she looked at him, but she was startled to see the Doctor seemed like he was in pain. His head had reared back and he was gritting his teeth. “Doctor?” she asked in alarm. “What is it? What do you need?”
His head snapped up and his eyes bored into hers. “You. More.” His voice was deep and rough, filled with a male need that Donna recognized.
“You already have me, you silly Spaceman,” she started to laugh, but the look in his eyes was so intense that her amusement died on her tongue. “I don't understand...” she was cut off when he suddenly gave a sharp thrust inside of her and she cried out in surprise. Understanding swept over her and she dropped her hands to his firm rear and squeezed hard, pressing him against her body. His nostrils flared and he let out a low groan of impatience. “If you need more, then take it.”
In one swift move, the Doctor snatched a pillow from behind him, tucked it next to her bottom, and wrapped his arms around her upper back. He untangled his legs and leaned forward, guiding Donna down so that she lay flat on her back. Her hips were cushioned on the pillow. The weight of him crashing down onto her made her legs unlock from around his waist and her feet flopped on either side of his. Without missing a measure, the Doctor began taking her in rapid, firm thrusts. The pillow angled her hips so that he was able to push deeper and deeper inside her. The sudden change from slow and gentle lovemaking to fast and furious shocked Donna, but she wailed aloud and writhed beneath him as pleasure raced through her body.
His hands slid underneath her shoulders. The Doctor braced his feet against the headboard and used it as leverage as he drove into Donna at a maddening rate. She gasped for air over and over again. The feeling of his full weight on top her felt so right. She brought a hand up and rested it against his cheek. The Doctor's eyes were closed but they flew open at her touch. The look in his brown eyes was one of pure carnal desire and the fact that he was gazing at her that way surprised her. He'd never look at her like that before and it was such an alien look for him that Donna was reminded that the Doctor wasn't human. A tiny tendril of fear shot through her and she almost laughed despite her trepidation. You're scared NOW, you silly goose? It's a little late for that!
Still, she'd never seen this side of him. For all his harping on about how he was from such a superior species, here he was buried deep within her and practicing one of the oldest biological imperatives in the universe. She became very aware of his tight grip on her shoulders, of being spread wide open beneath him, the feeling of being helpless as he pounded into her with reckless abandon no matter how hard she tried to keep up, and the way he was staring down into her eyes. Donna couldn't quite discern his expression, but she caught a mixture of desire, of triumph, and just a bit of the Oncoming Storm. As if confirming her suspicions, he dropped his head down and rasped, “Mine!” in a guttural voice before he ravished her mouth.
As his tongue scraped against hers and she arched her back in response, Donna had never felt so completely possessed and out of control. In any other situation, she would have been terrified, but she trusted the Doctor with all of her heart and knew he wouldn't hurt her. In fact, he was doing the opposite of hurting her. Her body seemed to be filled with sweet electricity that raced headlong to gather into a tight waiting knot at her center. Donna flung her arms around him, wanting something to hold on to. She was so close, but she tried to hold off. She gripped his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles in his powerful back ripple under her palms as he picked up the speed and drove into the depths of her body.
The Doctor broke off the kiss and let out a primal shout, a sound she'd never heard him make before. At the same time, he pushed so deep and sharp that Donna couldn't hold it in anymore and she whipped her head back and screamed his name as the knot in her belly burst apart and lightning tendrils of pleasure cracked through every synapse in her body. He answered her with a strangled cry as he slammed into her again, sustaining the thrust and pinning her in place. She felt a rushing warmth against her womb and her inner walls flared rhythmically around him. Donna trembled from the overpowering emotions that roared through her and quiet whimpers escaped her as she clung to the Doctor's back. He thrusted a few times more before coming to a rest between her thighs.
The Doctor dropped his sweaty forehead to hers and for several moments there was nothing but the heavy sound of their breathing as they both tried to catch their breath. He let go of her and pushed up onto his hands, still inside her, and studied Donna for any signs of discomfort. The Doctor had been a little rougher than he'd intended and he was worried that he'd hurt her.
Donna, though, was smiling like a cat who'd gotten into the cream. Her grin of sheer contentment was infectious enough to cause a big smile to break out onto his own face. Donna started giggling and he asked, “What's so amusing?”
“Well, you just proved to me that you do have an erotic side...I just figured you were more of the romantic sonnet type, is all. You know, Shakespeare and all that."
"Sonnets are all well and good, but...” he reached up a hand and stroked her jawline, “Donna Noble, I knew I would need more than fourteen lines and a rhyming couplet to get you into bed. I figured twenty-four couplets would do the job.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Seems to have done, anyway.”
Donna whacked him lightly only the arm. “Don't be so full of yourself, mister. Any old Casanova can use iambic wotsit on a girl and have a decent chance of getting her in between the sheets."
He shook his head and gave her a mischievous grin. "Iambic pentameter, you mean? That's the meter of the poem.” He looked thoughtful for a second and then shrugged. “Well...I suppose I could give it a go..." He jerked his hips against hers, pressing harder on the stressed syllables, “One TWO three FOUR five SIX seven EIGHT nine TEN!” Donna burst into laughter at his complete absurdity. “I'll bet Casanova wouldn't even think to try something like that!”
The Doctor slid out from her and rolled onto his side. He threw an arm across her and pulled her into a cuddle. She turned in his arms to face him and intertwined her feet with his, resting her head on his shoulder. Donna was worn out, which was obvious when she gave a quiet yawn and her eyes slid shut. The Doctor placed a soft kiss on her forehead and held her until she fell into a deep slumber. He wasn't tired, but he was content to stay with Donna and be alone with his thoughts as he contemplated their future together.
Later the next day and several hundred years in the past...
A cold blast of the February wind made the young man pull his cloak tighter around himself as he hurried from the Palace of Whitehall in London. He thought of the comfort of York House nearby and of Mary, the pretty upstairs maid who tended to his rooms. Despite his misery, a smile grew across the face of the new Lord Keeper of the Great Seal. York House would be warm, but Mary would be even warmer...
The man was so lost in thoughts that he failed to notice the two strangers who suddenly loomed up before him and he almost lost his footing and tumbled into the nearby midden. “Whoops-a-daisy!” called out the taller of the two, a skinny man who wore an odd brown coat instead of a cloak and an even stranger brown suit with blue stripes. The man caught the Lord Keeper before he fell. “Sorry about that! Didn't mean to startle you. Are you John Donne, by the way?”
The Lord Keeper nodded once. “I am. And you are?”
A huge grin broke out on the man's face. “I'm the Doctor and this is Donna Noble. Say hello to John Donne, Donna.”
Donne looked over at the woman, who had fiery ginger hair. He was taken aback at her strange clothing, but was caught even more off guard when she stepped forward and grasped his hand, pumping it up and down. “John Donne! I am so glad to meet you and shake your hand. I'm a huge admirer of yours after the Doctor here...um...” She glanced at the Doctor and a knowing look passed between them. “He introduced me to some of your poetry.”
“Oh,” came the reply from the dumbfounded man. “Erm...well, I thank thee for thy kind words, my lady.” He looked at the two strange people and recognition dawned on him. Lovers, he thought. Probably at least five progeny by now. “I am most pleased that you enjoyed my words. They seem to have brought you much joy and I sincerely pray to our dearest Lord that they will continue to do so. Now, if you will excuse me...”
“Of course,” Donna let go of his hand and stepped back. He nodded at both of them and hurried on his way. The two of them watched him leave and then the Doctor slid an arm around Donna's waist. They headed back towards the TARDIS, which was parked nearby. As they walked, the Doctor mused, “Perhaps I ought to introduce you to Robert Herrick...”