Fic: A Nibble (Just a Bite add-on)
A Nibble (Complications of Being a World-Saving Vampire)
Follow up scene to "Just a Bite"
by: Lilac Summers
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Donna
Rating: M
A/N: Vamp Donna&Doctor don't want to stay away - they keep popping up to make me write more smut. Takes place shortly before the epilogue of "Just a Bite". What unforeseen complications do the Doctor and Donna face as they try to continue their normal travels? Read " Just a Bite" first if you want this to make sense.
The Doctor groaned, his hands lost in Donna's hair as she pressed him against the wall.
Donna had dragged him into the deep shadows between two buildings, away from prying eyes. It wasn't the most ideal location, but she still lacked control. The hunger seemed to hit her at the most inopportune times, whereas the Doctor seemed able to manage his feeding schedule more regularly.
The Doctor squeezed his eyes shut, unconsciously dropping his head against the wall to extend his throat, giving her mouth better access. He had to free one hand from the richness of her hair to press it against his mouth, trying to stifle his moans. Donna's hands had sneaked under his coat and pulled his shirt from his trousers to run over his back, sharp nails digging in.
"D-nnngh-a…a-almost done?" he managed to ask through a shudder, hand shooting from his mouth to his own hair, clenching tight in a bid for self-control.
She nodded against his neck, released him for a second - just long enough to mutter "damn" and try to catch a drop of red before it stained his collar - and bit down again. The Doctor yelped and bucked against her. His hands dropped to scrabble at the wall behind him, trying to anchor himself to it in some way so that his wayward body would behave. A soft, pleased hum from Donna had his control fraying even further. Before he could stop himself, he hoisted Donna up against him, hands on her bum, so he could press intimately against her. Her hum transformed into a muffled noise of surprise as her legs wrapped around his hips for balance.
"Hurry," he pleaded through gritted teeth. "Or I'll take you straight through your trousers."
The strained warning only served to egg Donna on, as the desperation he was feeling bled into her through his faltering psychic walls. She bit down harder, delicious crimson filling her mouth in a rush (she'd been trying so hard to be neat!) and the Doctor made a strangled sound of surrender as his control shattered.
He spun them around, reversing their positions so her back pressed against the wall now. His weight kept her pinned there as his hands traveled feverishly over any bit of her he could reach. Shaking fingers plucked at her trousers and gripped her thighs, blindly seeking flesh, to no avail. Finally he resorted to humping against her with no regard for anything else - blind and deaf to the crowds on the busy streets only steps away - just craving the feel of her against him, the friction of her body through their clothing, and the rush of his blood flowing into her.
Donna shifted her hips against him with equal fervor, ankles locked behind his back, even as she drank more deeply. One more driving thrust had him coming hard, with a shout he didn't bother muffling. The psychic projection of it hit Donna in relentless waves and had her releasing his neck so she could throw her head back in shared pleasure.
She smacked the back of her head into the brick wall behind her, but barely cared.
After long seconds of hard breathing - the orgasm and slight blood loss had lights still flashing behind his eyes - he finally let go of his grip on her thighs. She slid down the length of his body, her legs shaky beneath her. In delayed reaction, she gingerly touched the back of her head. "Ouch," she said.
The Doctor pressed his own hand to her head, checking for broken skin. Not that it mattered; she would have healed it in minutes, but the instinct to check was still there. She let him fuss for a second, until he was reassured that she was fine. Now It was her turn to fuss with him, as she tried to adjust the collar of his shirt.
"How bad is it?" he asked.
Donna kept her eyes firmly planted on his neck, feeling a blush creep from her throat to her cheeks.
"You ruined another one of my shirts, didn't you?" he accused, a laugh in his voice.
Donna tried futilely to hide the blood-stained collar of his shirt with his jacket. "I told you to wear darker shirts," she muttered. She had tried to be so careful, too, in not spilling!
She gave up, stepped back, looked at him, and then let her own humor free. "But you don't need to worry, though, cuz no one will notice."
"Oh?" he queried, craning his neck in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his collar.
"Nope. Not with that ginormous wet spot on your trousers."
The Doctor looked down at himself in horrified realization, while Donna snickered. "Oh, no! Donna, I can't walk around like this!"
"Why not? Tribbles are asexual. They won't know what it is."
"No, they'll just think I pissed myself!"
Donna's giggles echoed through the alleyway.
"It's not funny!" the Doctor protested, buttoning up his long coat in order to conceal the evidence. "You need to learn to control your hunger!"
She snorted. "You need to learn to control your barriers!"
The Doctor looked up at this, finishing with the last button. Donna leaned languidly against the wall, flushed and soft, with a satisfied gleam in her eye and a smile still stretching her lips.
He stepped up to crowd her against the wall again, and laid a warm, long, heartfelt kiss on those lips. "Neither one of us wants me to control my barriers, though, do we?" he whispered against her mouth.
Donna nipped his bottom lip playfully. "Naaah, not really."
He hugged her tight before releasing her and looping a companionable arm around her. "I propose a compromise, then!"
"Whazzat?" she queried, leading them towards the mouth of the alley..
He turned his head to leer at her by raising a ridiculous eyebrow. "You start wearing skirts more often."
She grinned, reaching over to lower that wayward eyebrow with a finger. "I will take it under advisement," she demurred. "Now let's go save some Tribbles from trouble," she laughed, and took them back out into the sunshine.
Apparently Vamp Doc and Donna still wanted to play! Continue on to next nibble...