Best Friends: With Benefits (3/3)
Title: Best Friends: With Benefits (3/3)
Author: cassikat
Rating: M or R
Category: Humor/smut.
Spoilers: Fit this one in post-Library, pre-Midnight. Also includes vague references to Girl in the Fireplace (and supposition as to what the Doctor and Reinette got up to ;) ).
Contains: subconscious flirting, a bit of shopping, and sex with funny bits. Seriously, with the banter between the Doctor and Donna in a normal situation, how could them doing the wild thing NOT have funny bits? :D And sex pollen, since it is an answer to a sex-pollen challenge. ;D
AN: This is in answer to the Doctor/Donna sex-pollen challenge by bas_math_girl, sykira and flydye8
AN: Wrapping it up now. :) And the humor in this part was inspired by a link tkel_paris sent me :)
A minute or two later, Donna cracked her eyes open again to a most amusing sight. The Doctor was walking towards her, a towel around his waist, and one or two draped over his arm. But it was the tent-effect provided by the towel around his waist and his rampant erection - not to mention what his erection was doing while he walked - that had Donna in a state of giggles. "Oh...oh...oh my goodness!" She managed to choke out. "It's...swaying!"
The Doctor raised an eyebrow at Donna, then looked down at himself. He was accustomed to seeing the tent-effect, as his latest erection hadn't gone down while he was drying himself off. But, he noted as he took another step forward, he really did sway. But what was so funny about that? "Hmm...I wonder if that's the towel, or the erection itself?"
Donna couldn't answer his question as she was laughing so hard she nearly slid off the bench. Which required the Doctor to walk quickly over to her to catch her...which lead to more swaying and, of course, more laughter.
"Donna! It's not funny!" He huffed as he hefted her back onto the bench, then made a quick grab at the falling towels. "Really, laughing at a perfectly natural response to movement..."
"S'hilarious!" Donna shrieked with laughter a few more minutes, then finally subsided into leaning back against the shower wall again, gasping for breath. That giggles escaped on every exhale wasn't really important...well, except that her laughing at him had made that impressive erection wilt.
"It is not," the Doctor said, maintaining his dignity by the skin of his teeth. When she subsided into giggles, he moved one towel to hang over his shoulder, and started drying Donna with the other. Originally he'd had plans to make drying her off erotic, but if she was going to laugh at a perfectly natural reaction to movement...
Donna glanced at the Doctor and sighed at the look on his face. Still smirking though (she honestly couldn't help that), she reached over and touched his shoulder while he was drying her leg. "Sorry, Sunshine. I just couldn't help it. It really looked funny, bobbing back and forth under the towel. Kind of like it was looking for me, bit like a dog sniffing around. Y'know?"
"Well, maybe. Possibly. And who knows, I might even find it funny, if I could see it from an outside perspective." He sighed and planted a kiss on her knee. "You're forgiven, by the way," he said as he made his way up beyond her hips with the towel.
"That's a right proper relief," she said and carded her fingers through his damp hair as he carefully worked around the ticklish spots on her ribs with the towel. Although when he switched to drying her tits...well, she could bloody well kiss him for introducing her to how nice terrycloth in someone else's hands could feel on erect nipples...
With an apology for laughing at him received, the Doctor thought he might as well do what he could to make Donna into a happy little puddle from being dried off. This he'd read about, but hadn't ever actually tried. Nor, honestly, had he ever dared to hope that he'd get the chance. Of course he couldn't really resist the chance to get her nipples wet again, but she knew he had an oral fixation when they got into this...
"Y'know," Donna breathed, hand fisted in his hair as he showed off his oral fixation on her nipples. "You keep this up, and you're gonna ruin me for regular blokes."
"D'you want me to stop?" he mumbled, after reluctantly letting go her left nipple to look up at her.
"No, oh God no, you're fantastic!" Donna exclaimed and stroked her fingers over his hair, trying to tame it. "S'just...well, what are we gonna do after this wears off? I mean...the sex is great, but I don't want it to muck up our friendship any." She sighed and looked down into his dark, dark eyes. "You're the best friend I ever had, and I don't want sex to mess that up."
"And yet you're concerned that you'll never find another male who will devote most of his attention to your pleasure, is that it?" The Doctor eyed her curiously, leaving the drying and the breast-worship aside for the moment.
"Well, a little bit yeah. Most blokes are primarily after their own pleasure, not their partners' delight. But you...blimey, if I hadn't had ample opportunity to see how you've got needs too, I'd almost think you didn't have any drive but to please me." Donna untangled her hand from his hair and let it fall to her thigh with a sigh. "Seriously though...this isn't going to make us weird or anything, is it?"
"Naaah," he smiled and placed an almost-chaste kiss between her breasts. "Well, not on my part anyway. But then, I've been controlling my knowledge and desires since...well, since before the detox, actually, so if you decide that this is all, then I'm...well, not quite good with it, but I can deal with anything that," he paused and waggled his eyebrows at her, accompanied by a cheeky grin, "comes up."
"Wot?" She boggled at him as he tugged her forward so he could dry her back. "You mean, you've known I've had the right pheromones to do it for you since before the detox, and you never said anything?"
"Nope," He smiled at her and handed her the other towel so she could dry her hair. "You said 'just mates', and I respect that. Seriously, Donna, you'd have had a screaming fit and beat me half to death if I'd told you that you were one of the one in a million million that could actually make me feel arousal. Well, before now, at least."
"Yeah, I probably would've," her reply was a bit muffled as she was scrubbing her hair dry. "But now...well, now I know I can get you hot and bothered, and you're not bad at all in the sex department...so...where does that leave us?"
"Hmmm," he trailed off in thought, resisting the urge to aid cogitation by playing with her nipples. They were trying to have a serious conversation, and pleasure wouldn't help that. Well, not this time anyway. "Don't humans have a term that might fit here? Something like...best friends with benefits?"
"Think that's more an American turn of phrase, but I get where you're going Spaceman." She brought the towel down and shook out her hair, then frowned at him. "So...you're saying that you think we can keep doing this? Best friends that wind up in bed a lot without skewing the whole best friends bit that got us to this point?"
"Not a lot," he said as he watched her wrap her hair up. "I mean, my state of arousal is still contingent on yours to an extent - it is your pheromones that get me going after all. But whenever you're feeling a desire for sex, I'll be more than willing to stand in for your toys." He grinned up at her, then stood and offered her a hand up.
A hand she promptly smacked aside as she almost catapulted to her feet to shout. "Oi! How do you know about my personal time aides?!"
The Doctor held his hands up, partly in the attempt to placate Donna, and partly in self-defense. "The Old Girl makes sure you stay in batteries. That kind of...drifts over, since you never asked her to keep it secret." He shrugged, keeping a wary eye on her - it was never safe to not pay close attention to a riled-up Donna Noble.
"And do you know every time I go off to have personal time?" She glared at him, ready to smack him several times and then go use her toys instead of him.
"No, of course not. Just...the few times we come back into the TARDIS together and you...well, sometimes you drip pheromones all over the place when you go off on your own. Metaphorically drip, I mean," he added, backpedaling a couple steps away from her, just in case. "I can't help being able to smell it, you know - I've got heightened senses compared to a human. And I never bothered you about it, did I?"
"Well...no," Donna had to admit after running those times through her head. "You never did say anything, not even an off-color comment. I still can't believe you know about my toys though!"
"Well...erm, the Old Girl might have been trying to push me into getting us to this point - best friends with benefits, I mean! She kept making sly digs about how she wouldn't have to keep you in batteries if I'd just admit everything...which I didn't because I didn't want to lose my best friend ever."
"Hmmph," Donna snorted and stalked to the Doctor. "You'd better feel lucky it was all the Old Girl's doing, or I'd give you what-for!"
"Oh I do, believe me!" The Doctor said, then tried for a small smile. "I know better than to rile you up quite that much, after all."
"Yeah, I've slapped you and swatted you enough times to get the message across," Donna admitted, then rolled her eyes and smiled a little bit. "So, since getting angry doesn't help this stupid aphrodisiac wear off faster, let's get back to it." She raised a finger at seeing the Doctor's curious face. "And we'll discuss adjusting our status from best friends to best friends with benefits after we've got this sex pollen or sex-juice or whatever-it-is stuff out of my system!"
"Brilliant!" He beamed and grabbed her free hand, leading her to a door that hadn't been in her bathroom before. A door that he recognised as his own quite easily. "Come on, I've been wanting to let you try out my bed since you made that horrible comparison in the infirmary!" And he tugged her along with enthusiasm, her laughter trailing behind them as they stepped through the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The TARDIS would have rolled her eyes if she'd had them. If she had known getting Their Ginger dosed with an aphrodisiac would be all it would take to get Her Thief to admit to Their Ginger that she was one of the rare few humans who could affect him sexually, she'd have taken them to one of the myriad planets with plants of that nature months ago and been done with it.
Still, they were being well-mannered about it, and not taking their bipedal mating shenanigans to places they didn't belong at all, so better late than never, she thought. And, though they didn't know it yet, they were going to have a nice surprise in a few weeks. Which was good, as Their Ginger was getting a bit old for safe child-bearing, and Her Thief needed children to keep him saner in the future.
And making children needed all those silly mating shenanigans, as she wasn't going to suggest to Her Thief that he use anything like a loom. There were too many bad memories attached to that concept for her to even consider it. So, it was a good thing she'd brought them to Glispedon and they had wound up mating. Everything was wonderful, except for the uncertainty of whether mating would make them odd with each other. Bipeds were so silly. And they needed quite a lot of taking care of, as her silly Thief had mislaid the pills they needed. With what would have been a sigh, had she lungs, the TARDIS made the bottle of pills and some smoothies show up on Her Thief's nightstand, and then settled back to watch over her bipeds and make certain they would be all right.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hours later, the Doctor lay in his bed, Donna snuggled up to his side and mostly asleep, as he remembered the last four hours. The Old Girl hadn't let him forget the pills they'd need, nor did she neglect them as, once they'd reached his bedroom, there the pills were, alongside two banana-strawberry smoothies. He and Donna had toasted each other, then settled down for a bit more talk before she couldn't resist the desire for sex again. Only this time he'd gotten a bit of a head start, and showed her exactly what he could do with his oral fixation.
Surprisingly she wasn't as limp as he'd thought she'd be after four orgasms and a good shagging leading to a fifth, and was able to follow him to the library. Where she promptly surprised him as he was looking up a few references - the Kama Sutra, the American 'The Joy of Sex', and the French 'Le Joie de Sexe'. Which, despite the similarity of titles, had wildly dissimilar content.
Oh, it was brilliant when Donna had picked up the Kama Sutra, flipped through it, and demanded to try some of the positions out! Well, it was brilliant after the conversation on why he had them in the first place...though telling her that some companions had left them behind had nearly started another conversation instead. One that would have possibly managed to kill even an aphrodisiac-enhanced mood, so he was glad she'd saved it for later.
Oh, they'd done quite a lot after she'd caught him reading those books - three times in the library (and he'd have to apologise to the Old Girl for making her have to clean the upholstery), twice in the kitchen after more pills and a couple more smoothies, a lot of mutual masturbation (and, oddly, chocolate popcorn) in the television room when Donna found out she could get porn channels through time and space on the telly there, and then back to his bedroom for another twice more...he thought she'd more than earned her sleep. Just like he had, but his mind wouldn't quite let him yet.
He stroked her hair and wriggled into a slightly more comfortable position as he let his mind cycle down. It might be wrong of him, but he hoped she was serious about expanding their friendship from 'best friends' to 'best friends with benefits'. Now that he'd had six hours of sexual play with his best friend, he wasn't certain he could handle being cut off just like that. He'd comply of course - keeping Donna's friendship was worth any cost - but it'd be a bit of a burden on him. Although...all he'd really have to do was keep away from her when she was aroused, when the problem was brought down to its simplest denominator.
He surprised himself with a yawn, and let his eyes fall closed. They could talk tomorrow, just like they'd decide if Donna wanted to do a bit more shopping on Glispedon tomorrow. Meantime, worrying about everything that would happen when they woke up was senseless and would only keep him awake when he needed his rest too.
One more wriggle and a muffled 'stop moving my pillow' from Donna later, the Doctor drifted off to sleep. For the first time in a very long time, he thought he might even manage to sleep without the usual nightmares popping up...yet another reason to try and convince Donna to advance to 'best friends with benefits' and not just 'best friends'.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After Her Thief and Their Ginger had finally gotten through the aphrodisiac, and Her Thief had fallen asleep before he could sense the conception of their children, the TARDIS had herself a good think. While it was brilliant for her that her bipeds had gotten together and reproduced, they were tricky beings who didn't pay attention to practical matters at all well. At least, not from her perspective they didn't.
She wondered if it was really possible that Their Ginger might get odd when they discovered that they were going to have offspring? She hoped not - and not just because Her Thief depended so heavily on Their Ginger, and liked her so very much. No, Their Ginger was one of the few humans she would miss, if she left before her time. She, more than any of the recent ones, made the effort to befriend the ship they lived in, and the Old Girl loved Their Ginger for that effort.
If her bipeds got too strange though, they might separate, which might well break Her Thief. And that could not be allowed - she needed Her Thief whole. And Their Ginger made her Thief think, moreso than any other companion had since the Time War. Which helped make him more whole, more himself, and that was a Good Thing for him, for herself, and for the Universe.
So. It was probably unethical, and certainly meddling, but their next trip...well, she'd make sure they knew how much they truly needed each other. Without damage to the babies, preferably. A spot of trouble-to-be, and perhaps, in solving it, they would see that they truly needed each other. Romantic love, the TARDIS felt, was unimportant when compared to need, and her two bipeds needed each other. She'd just help them realise that, that was all.
Although if she had known about the trauma to come, the Old Girl might have thought twice about inlaying the subtle inclination to take a trip to Midnight in Her Thief's sleeping mind...
Part 1 | Part 2
Author: cassikat
Rating: M or R
Category: Humor/smut.
Spoilers: Fit this one in post-Library, pre-Midnight. Also includes vague references to Girl in the Fireplace (and supposition as to what the Doctor and Reinette got up to ;) ).
Contains: subconscious flirting, a bit of shopping, and sex with funny bits. Seriously, with the banter between the Doctor and Donna in a normal situation, how could them doing the wild thing NOT have funny bits? :D And sex pollen, since it is an answer to a sex-pollen challenge. ;D
AN: This is in answer to the Doctor/Donna sex-pollen challenge by bas_math_girl, sykira and flydye8
AN: Wrapping it up now. :) And the humor in this part was inspired by a link tkel_paris sent me :)
A minute or two later, Donna cracked her eyes open again to a most amusing sight. The Doctor was walking towards her, a towel around his waist, and one or two draped over his arm. But it was the tent-effect provided by the towel around his waist and his rampant erection - not to mention what his erection was doing while he walked - that had Donna in a state of giggles. "Oh...oh...oh my goodness!" She managed to choke out. "It's...swaying!"
The Doctor raised an eyebrow at Donna, then looked down at himself. He was accustomed to seeing the tent-effect, as his latest erection hadn't gone down while he was drying himself off. But, he noted as he took another step forward, he really did sway. But what was so funny about that? "Hmm...I wonder if that's the towel, or the erection itself?"
Donna couldn't answer his question as she was laughing so hard she nearly slid off the bench. Which required the Doctor to walk quickly over to her to catch her...which lead to more swaying and, of course, more laughter.
"Donna! It's not funny!" He huffed as he hefted her back onto the bench, then made a quick grab at the falling towels. "Really, laughing at a perfectly natural response to movement..."
"S'hilarious!" Donna shrieked with laughter a few more minutes, then finally subsided into leaning back against the shower wall again, gasping for breath. That giggles escaped on every exhale wasn't really important...well, except that her laughing at him had made that impressive erection wilt.
"It is not," the Doctor said, maintaining his dignity by the skin of his teeth. When she subsided into giggles, he moved one towel to hang over his shoulder, and started drying Donna with the other. Originally he'd had plans to make drying her off erotic, but if she was going to laugh at a perfectly natural reaction to movement...
Donna glanced at the Doctor and sighed at the look on his face. Still smirking though (she honestly couldn't help that), she reached over and touched his shoulder while he was drying her leg. "Sorry, Sunshine. I just couldn't help it. It really looked funny, bobbing back and forth under the towel. Kind of like it was looking for me, bit like a dog sniffing around. Y'know?"
"Well, maybe. Possibly. And who knows, I might even find it funny, if I could see it from an outside perspective." He sighed and planted a kiss on her knee. "You're forgiven, by the way," he said as he made his way up beyond her hips with the towel.
"That's a right proper relief," she said and carded her fingers through his damp hair as he carefully worked around the ticklish spots on her ribs with the towel. Although when he switched to drying her tits...well, she could bloody well kiss him for introducing her to how nice terrycloth in someone else's hands could feel on erect nipples...
With an apology for laughing at him received, the Doctor thought he might as well do what he could to make Donna into a happy little puddle from being dried off. This he'd read about, but hadn't ever actually tried. Nor, honestly, had he ever dared to hope that he'd get the chance. Of course he couldn't really resist the chance to get her nipples wet again, but she knew he had an oral fixation when they got into this...
"Y'know," Donna breathed, hand fisted in his hair as he showed off his oral fixation on her nipples. "You keep this up, and you're gonna ruin me for regular blokes."
"D'you want me to stop?" he mumbled, after reluctantly letting go her left nipple to look up at her.
"No, oh God no, you're fantastic!" Donna exclaimed and stroked her fingers over his hair, trying to tame it. "S'just...well, what are we gonna do after this wears off? I mean...the sex is great, but I don't want it to muck up our friendship any." She sighed and looked down into his dark, dark eyes. "You're the best friend I ever had, and I don't want sex to mess that up."
"And yet you're concerned that you'll never find another male who will devote most of his attention to your pleasure, is that it?" The Doctor eyed her curiously, leaving the drying and the breast-worship aside for the moment.
"Well, a little bit yeah. Most blokes are primarily after their own pleasure, not their partners' delight. But you...blimey, if I hadn't had ample opportunity to see how you've got needs too, I'd almost think you didn't have any drive but to please me." Donna untangled her hand from his hair and let it fall to her thigh with a sigh. "Seriously though...this isn't going to make us weird or anything, is it?"
"Naaah," he smiled and placed an almost-chaste kiss between her breasts. "Well, not on my part anyway. But then, I've been controlling my knowledge and desires since...well, since before the detox, actually, so if you decide that this is all, then I'm...well, not quite good with it, but I can deal with anything that," he paused and waggled his eyebrows at her, accompanied by a cheeky grin, "comes up."
"Wot?" She boggled at him as he tugged her forward so he could dry her back. "You mean, you've known I've had the right pheromones to do it for you since before the detox, and you never said anything?"
"Nope," He smiled at her and handed her the other towel so she could dry her hair. "You said 'just mates', and I respect that. Seriously, Donna, you'd have had a screaming fit and beat me half to death if I'd told you that you were one of the one in a million million that could actually make me feel arousal. Well, before now, at least."
"Yeah, I probably would've," her reply was a bit muffled as she was scrubbing her hair dry. "But now...well, now I know I can get you hot and bothered, and you're not bad at all in the sex department...so...where does that leave us?"
"Hmmm," he trailed off in thought, resisting the urge to aid cogitation by playing with her nipples. They were trying to have a serious conversation, and pleasure wouldn't help that. Well, not this time anyway. "Don't humans have a term that might fit here? Something like...best friends with benefits?"
"Think that's more an American turn of phrase, but I get where you're going Spaceman." She brought the towel down and shook out her hair, then frowned at him. "So...you're saying that you think we can keep doing this? Best friends that wind up in bed a lot without skewing the whole best friends bit that got us to this point?"
"Not a lot," he said as he watched her wrap her hair up. "I mean, my state of arousal is still contingent on yours to an extent - it is your pheromones that get me going after all. But whenever you're feeling a desire for sex, I'll be more than willing to stand in for your toys." He grinned up at her, then stood and offered her a hand up.
A hand she promptly smacked aside as she almost catapulted to her feet to shout. "Oi! How do you know about my personal time aides?!"
The Doctor held his hands up, partly in the attempt to placate Donna, and partly in self-defense. "The Old Girl makes sure you stay in batteries. That kind of...drifts over, since you never asked her to keep it secret." He shrugged, keeping a wary eye on her - it was never safe to not pay close attention to a riled-up Donna Noble.
"And do you know every time I go off to have personal time?" She glared at him, ready to smack him several times and then go use her toys instead of him.
"No, of course not. Just...the few times we come back into the TARDIS together and you...well, sometimes you drip pheromones all over the place when you go off on your own. Metaphorically drip, I mean," he added, backpedaling a couple steps away from her, just in case. "I can't help being able to smell it, you know - I've got heightened senses compared to a human. And I never bothered you about it, did I?"
"Well...no," Donna had to admit after running those times through her head. "You never did say anything, not even an off-color comment. I still can't believe you know about my toys though!"
"Well...erm, the Old Girl might have been trying to push me into getting us to this point - best friends with benefits, I mean! She kept making sly digs about how she wouldn't have to keep you in batteries if I'd just admit everything...which I didn't because I didn't want to lose my best friend ever."
"Hmmph," Donna snorted and stalked to the Doctor. "You'd better feel lucky it was all the Old Girl's doing, or I'd give you what-for!"
"Oh I do, believe me!" The Doctor said, then tried for a small smile. "I know better than to rile you up quite that much, after all."
"Yeah, I've slapped you and swatted you enough times to get the message across," Donna admitted, then rolled her eyes and smiled a little bit. "So, since getting angry doesn't help this stupid aphrodisiac wear off faster, let's get back to it." She raised a finger at seeing the Doctor's curious face. "And we'll discuss adjusting our status from best friends to best friends with benefits after we've got this sex pollen or sex-juice or whatever-it-is stuff out of my system!"
"Brilliant!" He beamed and grabbed her free hand, leading her to a door that hadn't been in her bathroom before. A door that he recognised as his own quite easily. "Come on, I've been wanting to let you try out my bed since you made that horrible comparison in the infirmary!" And he tugged her along with enthusiasm, her laughter trailing behind them as they stepped through the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The TARDIS would have rolled her eyes if she'd had them. If she had known getting Their Ginger dosed with an aphrodisiac would be all it would take to get Her Thief to admit to Their Ginger that she was one of the rare few humans who could affect him sexually, she'd have taken them to one of the myriad planets with plants of that nature months ago and been done with it.
Still, they were being well-mannered about it, and not taking their bipedal mating shenanigans to places they didn't belong at all, so better late than never, she thought. And, though they didn't know it yet, they were going to have a nice surprise in a few weeks. Which was good, as Their Ginger was getting a bit old for safe child-bearing, and Her Thief needed children to keep him saner in the future.
And making children needed all those silly mating shenanigans, as she wasn't going to suggest to Her Thief that he use anything like a loom. There were too many bad memories attached to that concept for her to even consider it. So, it was a good thing she'd brought them to Glispedon and they had wound up mating. Everything was wonderful, except for the uncertainty of whether mating would make them odd with each other. Bipeds were so silly. And they needed quite a lot of taking care of, as her silly Thief had mislaid the pills they needed. With what would have been a sigh, had she lungs, the TARDIS made the bottle of pills and some smoothies show up on Her Thief's nightstand, and then settled back to watch over her bipeds and make certain they would be all right.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hours later, the Doctor lay in his bed, Donna snuggled up to his side and mostly asleep, as he remembered the last four hours. The Old Girl hadn't let him forget the pills they'd need, nor did she neglect them as, once they'd reached his bedroom, there the pills were, alongside two banana-strawberry smoothies. He and Donna had toasted each other, then settled down for a bit more talk before she couldn't resist the desire for sex again. Only this time he'd gotten a bit of a head start, and showed her exactly what he could do with his oral fixation.
Surprisingly she wasn't as limp as he'd thought she'd be after four orgasms and a good shagging leading to a fifth, and was able to follow him to the library. Where she promptly surprised him as he was looking up a few references - the Kama Sutra, the American 'The Joy of Sex', and the French 'Le Joie de Sexe'. Which, despite the similarity of titles, had wildly dissimilar content.
Oh, it was brilliant when Donna had picked up the Kama Sutra, flipped through it, and demanded to try some of the positions out! Well, it was brilliant after the conversation on why he had them in the first place...though telling her that some companions had left them behind had nearly started another conversation instead. One that would have possibly managed to kill even an aphrodisiac-enhanced mood, so he was glad she'd saved it for later.
Oh, they'd done quite a lot after she'd caught him reading those books - three times in the library (and he'd have to apologise to the Old Girl for making her have to clean the upholstery), twice in the kitchen after more pills and a couple more smoothies, a lot of mutual masturbation (and, oddly, chocolate popcorn) in the television room when Donna found out she could get porn channels through time and space on the telly there, and then back to his bedroom for another twice more...he thought she'd more than earned her sleep. Just like he had, but his mind wouldn't quite let him yet.
He stroked her hair and wriggled into a slightly more comfortable position as he let his mind cycle down. It might be wrong of him, but he hoped she was serious about expanding their friendship from 'best friends' to 'best friends with benefits'. Now that he'd had six hours of sexual play with his best friend, he wasn't certain he could handle being cut off just like that. He'd comply of course - keeping Donna's friendship was worth any cost - but it'd be a bit of a burden on him. Although...all he'd really have to do was keep away from her when she was aroused, when the problem was brought down to its simplest denominator.
He surprised himself with a yawn, and let his eyes fall closed. They could talk tomorrow, just like they'd decide if Donna wanted to do a bit more shopping on Glispedon tomorrow. Meantime, worrying about everything that would happen when they woke up was senseless and would only keep him awake when he needed his rest too.
One more wriggle and a muffled 'stop moving my pillow' from Donna later, the Doctor drifted off to sleep. For the first time in a very long time, he thought he might even manage to sleep without the usual nightmares popping up...yet another reason to try and convince Donna to advance to 'best friends with benefits' and not just 'best friends'.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After Her Thief and Their Ginger had finally gotten through the aphrodisiac, and Her Thief had fallen asleep before he could sense the conception of their children, the TARDIS had herself a good think. While it was brilliant for her that her bipeds had gotten together and reproduced, they were tricky beings who didn't pay attention to practical matters at all well. At least, not from her perspective they didn't.
She wondered if it was really possible that Their Ginger might get odd when they discovered that they were going to have offspring? She hoped not - and not just because Her Thief depended so heavily on Their Ginger, and liked her so very much. No, Their Ginger was one of the few humans she would miss, if she left before her time. She, more than any of the recent ones, made the effort to befriend the ship they lived in, and the Old Girl loved Their Ginger for that effort.
If her bipeds got too strange though, they might separate, which might well break Her Thief. And that could not be allowed - she needed Her Thief whole. And Their Ginger made her Thief think, moreso than any other companion had since the Time War. Which helped make him more whole, more himself, and that was a Good Thing for him, for herself, and for the Universe.
So. It was probably unethical, and certainly meddling, but their next trip...well, she'd make sure they knew how much they truly needed each other. Without damage to the babies, preferably. A spot of trouble-to-be, and perhaps, in solving it, they would see that they truly needed each other. Romantic love, the TARDIS felt, was unimportant when compared to need, and her two bipeds needed each other. She'd just help them realise that, that was all.
Although if she had known about the trauma to come, the Old Girl might have thought twice about inlaying the subtle inclination to take a trip to Midnight in Her Thief's sleeping mind...
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