for muses_inthesack: Instrumental Inspiration
Author's Notes: Right-o. So there's a wide variety of Doctor Who NC-17 fiction out there. There just is. Never, ever, ever do they ask the simple questions I know I would ask my partner should a sexual situation arise. Thus, I created this. The DW smut that contains all the fun and interesting questions.
Oh, and it's Donna. So if Doctor/Donna doesn't suit your fancy, don't read!
Oh, and it's a comedy.
Piero Umiliani - Crepuscolo Sul Mare
There is a very serious reason why he doesn't normally sleep with companions. Heartsbreak, eventually losing them, and dealing with their human emotions…these are all very good reasons. They're completely reasonable and important reasons, too. The main reason, however?
Humans are completely ridiculous.
Take the situation he's in right now. Oh, it could've been a lovely Saturday, just mulling about on Sreo Satrine, soaking up the sun and all that. He'd procured himself and Donna a very lovely hotel room that overlooked the emerald-green beaches and had its own swimming pool. The weather was just perfect, oh, it could've been very nice.
But no. No, he had to say something to Donna about the way she looked in her sundress (Are you saying I don't look good in other things? to which he replied, No, Donna. I'm saying you look good in that. Don't worry, I won't compliment you again.) and she had to return that comment with something about him in the t-shirt he was wearing (apparently it almost made him look like he wasn't a twig with big hair).
Now, he isn't stupid. There's been some sort of weird tension floating between him and Donna. It has been there for quite some time but he's never really been able to pin it down as sexual tension until this moment.
This moment being him and Donna on a settee in a hotel room on Sreo Satrine, Donna straddling him as they snog each other rather senseless. It is very nearly surreal, actually. He hadn't imagined Donna would be so aggressive. Well, he shouldn't have been surprised, the woman does have talons. Figuratively speaking. And rather lovely breasts, actually. Not that he is a connoisseur of breasts, but hers are quite nice. And! And! When he bites on one just so, she makes the most extraordinary noises with her throat.
Rather roughly, she pushes his shoulders back down to the settee and kisses him again. She is also an aggressive kisser, which is probably all part of that nature of hers. Well, it most certainly isn't unpleasant, and he tangles his hand in her ginger hair as they kiss and she makes another one of those noises in her throat. He rather likes this. He doesn't have to do much work at all to get some sort of interesting reaction out of her.
Of course, this is the moment that Donna decides to pull back, breathless. "You haven't said anything yet," she gasps. She's also taken to multi-tasking by leaning back and tugging his t-shirt off.
"Well, my mouth has been sort of preoccupied," the Doctor says, simply. He wants it to be preoccupied again, because her dress has slipped a little at the cleavage and that leaves an expanse of completely interesting skin he's never seen before. He's going to have to examine this skin, he decides. Full-out examination completely required.
"But you're always talking, even when you're eating or holding an explosive in your mouth or something." She is clearly trying for her generally irritated tone, but the breathless quality behind it leaves him more fascinated than the words she's actually saying.
"Mhmm," he agrees, sliding one hand over to that exposed breast and beginning the first part of his examination---
"I mean, if we're going to---" she gasps again at the feel of his mouth, "---and I'm pretty bloody well certain we're going to. I mean, uh, can you?"
This does give him pause, and he pulls away to look up at her. "Can I?"
"You know?" She looks like she really hopes he does know. "Uh…copulate."
"Copulate?" He raises an eyebrow and the edges of her lips twitch into a smirk. The question seems pretty ridiculous considering the situation they're in.
"It's not a stupid question, Space Man," she says, smacking him on the side of his bare arm. "You're an alien!"
"Yeah, but I'm built rather like a human."
"For all I know you do it like earthworms."
He gapes. "Earthworms?"
"Yeah, you know. Splitting themselves in half to reproduce or something like that---"
That's not actually how earthworms reproduce but he's certainly not going to explain that to her in this moment. He takes her hand from his shoulder and lowers it to his not-quite-as-erect-as-it-was-prior-to-the-earthworms-comment erection. He's not built exactly like a human, it's a little blunter and a little thicker and just a little shorter, but it's not far too different.
"Same cause and reason, Donna. And for the same purpose."
Donna leans back a bit and strokes what she finds with her forefinger. It regains prior-to-earthworms-comment size immediately and he growls a little in his throat. She raises an eyebrow and smirks.
"Nice to see something about you's thick, skinny," she says. Teasingly. She's teasing him! That's verging on cruel, actually. She slides her hips back over his and does this grinding thing that's also quite cruel.
"So do you have, you know, the same spots like most men do? Same erogenous zones?" she asks, leaning forward and nipping the side of his neck. It feels okay, but a little strange. He certainly won't make the growling noise she makes when he returns the gesture.
"How many men have you been with to make the assessment that 'most' men like these places?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"No, actually."
"Good, because I wouldn't tell you."
She kisses him again and that feels much nicer than her mouth on his neck and her hands trace down his arm, making circles against his skin which also feels quite nice. Of course, when she reaches his elbows, he all but bucks against her.
She stops and pulls back, her eyebrows knitted together. "What was---"
He refuses to look embarrassed. "Well, I'm not most men."
"Your elbows?"
"It's a common place for my whole species!"
"Your elbows?"
He clears his throat and is quite certain that his face must be turning about eight shades of red. She looks down at his arms then traces her finger over the bend in his elbow again. He groans and feels his head drop back.
"This feels that good to you?" she asks, and she sounds really confused.
"Yeaaaaaah."
"Okay, well, that's…different."
"You like having your neck licked and kissed."
"So?"
He leans up. "That's different. To me." He reaches a finger up to trace down her jugular and she shudders against him. "The reaction is rather spectacular, though."
Her eyebrows go up. "Well, Space Man. You try something weird for once and so will I, how about that?"
Sooooooooo, he resumes his assault on her neck and breasts and she plays with the inside of his elbows with her fingers and tongue. It's actually a wonderful experience. Completely sexy and exciting---two words he would've never put in the same sentence with Donna Noble prior to today, of course. He actually manages to get her sundress over her head with very little trouble (okay, a lot of trouble, but in the end Donna pronounces "Forget this!" and pops the zipper in the back as she tugs it off).
But, no. It's after they've finally wriggled him out of his trousers and she begins pulling down his old-fashioned underpants (she does have to make a comment about them, of course) that she asks anotherquestion.
"Do you have a rubber?"
He blinks. "A what?"
"You know, a condom." There are all these things she thinks he knows.
He shakes his head. "No, I…never needed one."
Donna does not look impressed. "Never needed one? How do you know you haven't got space herpes or something?"
"Space herpes?"
"Or something!"
He sighs. This is all pretty ridiculous to him and he's beginning to wonder why he's continuing to go through with it. "Sexually transmitted diseases have been cured with preventative medicine in the 26th century. Got my vaccine shots decades ago."
"They're still active? Even after a few dec---"
"They're still active and I'm still clean."
Donna nods and the undergarments go off. He very nearly manages to ask her if she's certain this is what she wants to do, but before he can she's already straddled him and pushed him inside of her. He groans and she cries out and, well, if she wasn't certain prior to this it's hardly his fault, is it? Donna's a grown woman, experienced (though he doesn't really want to knowhow experienced) enough to know if she's ready for this step in their---
She does something with her hips and it feels exceptionally good so any further thought he had is pretty much gone. He's actually certain that this thing she's doing with her hips is illegal in quite a few galaxies but he'll be damned if he can care. One of his hands cups her breast and the other sits at her hip, guiding each movement she makes.
He feels her muscles clamp around him and she cries out a few rather obscene words (perhaps the strangest orgasm he's ever seen, but she's certainly pleased) as she does. He feels himself start to follow----
"Wait," she breathes, stopping her hip movements and leaning over him again. "Wait, I mean, you know---"
He could murder her for stopping at this moment. "No, Donna, I actually don't know."
"Is there a chance I could get pregnant? You kn---give birth to some sterile ginger alien babies or something?"
He laughs, still a little breathless. "No, Donna. We're pretty much incompatible that way."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"But not positive, right? You're not going to get pregnant?"
"Donna. That thing you just did with your hips?"
"Yeah?"
"Do it again."
The way he says it is either intimidating or sexy (he's hoping on the latter) because her eyes go wide and she immediately begins thrusting against him in the same manner as moments before. It's not too terribly long before the stream of curse words begins coming out of Donna's mouth and a few choice Gallifreyan swears come out of his.
She half-collapses on top of him and it could be very intimate and wonderful if he wasn't laying quite so awkwardly that it's actually incredibly uncomfortable.
"Donna, can you---"
"What?"
"You're pretezling my right arm."
She shifts with an annoyed grunt, then leans her head against his shoulder.
Which means Donna is a cuddler. Okay, well, that's not too surprising. The Doctor isn't, but he does try to be a gentleman (sometimes), so he wraps an arm around her bare shoulders. It's not so bad, actually. Donna is very soft and warm where his previous lovers have always been bony and cold. She's rather like a very comfortable blanket.
She breathes a sated sigh. "Not what you were planning when you started here, is it?" she asks.
"Nope."
"Usually go around taking girls to romantic locations and don't plan on shagging them? Most blokes it's the other way around."
"Well, in defense of my lack of preparation, you did say you weren't mating with me."
"You said you were looking for a mate!"
"I did, but you said----"
"Oi, now. Incompatible, right? Means you're not mating with me, right?"
Warily: "Riiight----"
"So. Shut up and sleep."
Well, the holiday really could've gone worse.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,855
Oh, and it's Donna. So if Doctor/Donna doesn't suit your fancy, don't read!
Oh, and it's a comedy.
Piero Umiliani - Crepuscolo Sul Mare
There is a very serious reason why he doesn't normally sleep with companions. Heartsbreak, eventually losing them, and dealing with their human emotions…these are all very good reasons. They're completely reasonable and important reasons, too. The main reason, however?
Humans are completely ridiculous.
Take the situation he's in right now. Oh, it could've been a lovely Saturday, just mulling about on Sreo Satrine, soaking up the sun and all that. He'd procured himself and Donna a very lovely hotel room that overlooked the emerald-green beaches and had its own swimming pool. The weather was just perfect, oh, it could've been very nice.
But no. No, he had to say something to Donna about the way she looked in her sundress (Are you saying I don't look good in other things? to which he replied, No, Donna. I'm saying you look good in that. Don't worry, I won't compliment you again.) and she had to return that comment with something about him in the t-shirt he was wearing (apparently it almost made him look like he wasn't a twig with big hair).
Now, he isn't stupid. There's been some sort of weird tension floating between him and Donna. It has been there for quite some time but he's never really been able to pin it down as sexual tension until this moment.
This moment being him and Donna on a settee in a hotel room on Sreo Satrine, Donna straddling him as they snog each other rather senseless. It is very nearly surreal, actually. He hadn't imagined Donna would be so aggressive. Well, he shouldn't have been surprised, the woman does have talons. Figuratively speaking. And rather lovely breasts, actually. Not that he is a connoisseur of breasts, but hers are quite nice. And! And! When he bites on one just so, she makes the most extraordinary noises with her throat.
Rather roughly, she pushes his shoulders back down to the settee and kisses him again. She is also an aggressive kisser, which is probably all part of that nature of hers. Well, it most certainly isn't unpleasant, and he tangles his hand in her ginger hair as they kiss and she makes another one of those noises in her throat. He rather likes this. He doesn't have to do much work at all to get some sort of interesting reaction out of her.
Of course, this is the moment that Donna decides to pull back, breathless. "You haven't said anything yet," she gasps. She's also taken to multi-tasking by leaning back and tugging his t-shirt off.
"Well, my mouth has been sort of preoccupied," the Doctor says, simply. He wants it to be preoccupied again, because her dress has slipped a little at the cleavage and that leaves an expanse of completely interesting skin he's never seen before. He's going to have to examine this skin, he decides. Full-out examination completely required.
"But you're always talking, even when you're eating or holding an explosive in your mouth or something." She is clearly trying for her generally irritated tone, but the breathless quality behind it leaves him more fascinated than the words she's actually saying.
"Mhmm," he agrees, sliding one hand over to that exposed breast and beginning the first part of his examination---
"I mean, if we're going to---" she gasps again at the feel of his mouth, "---and I'm pretty bloody well certain we're going to. I mean, uh, can you?"
This does give him pause, and he pulls away to look up at her. "Can I?"
"You know?" She looks like she really hopes he does know. "Uh…copulate."
"Copulate?" He raises an eyebrow and the edges of her lips twitch into a smirk. The question seems pretty ridiculous considering the situation they're in.
"It's not a stupid question, Space Man," she says, smacking him on the side of his bare arm. "You're an alien!"
"Yeah, but I'm built rather like a human."
"For all I know you do it like earthworms."
He gapes. "Earthworms?"
"Yeah, you know. Splitting themselves in half to reproduce or something like that---"
That's not actually how earthworms reproduce but he's certainly not going to explain that to her in this moment. He takes her hand from his shoulder and lowers it to his not-quite-as-erect-as-it-was-prior-to-the-earthworms-comment erection. He's not built exactly like a human, it's a little blunter and a little thicker and just a little shorter, but it's not far too different.
"Same cause and reason, Donna. And for the same purpose."
Donna leans back a bit and strokes what she finds with her forefinger. It regains prior-to-earthworms-comment size immediately and he growls a little in his throat. She raises an eyebrow and smirks.
"Nice to see something about you's thick, skinny," she says. Teasingly. She's teasing him! That's verging on cruel, actually. She slides her hips back over his and does this grinding thing that's also quite cruel.
"So do you have, you know, the same spots like most men do? Same erogenous zones?" she asks, leaning forward and nipping the side of his neck. It feels okay, but a little strange. He certainly won't make the growling noise she makes when he returns the gesture.
"How many men have you been with to make the assessment that 'most' men like these places?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"No, actually."
"Good, because I wouldn't tell you."
She kisses him again and that feels much nicer than her mouth on his neck and her hands trace down his arm, making circles against his skin which also feels quite nice. Of course, when she reaches his elbows, he all but bucks against her.
She stops and pulls back, her eyebrows knitted together. "What was---"
He refuses to look embarrassed. "Well, I'm not most men."
"Your elbows?"
"It's a common place for my whole species!"
"Your elbows?"
He clears his throat and is quite certain that his face must be turning about eight shades of red. She looks down at his arms then traces her finger over the bend in his elbow again. He groans and feels his head drop back.
"This feels that good to you?" she asks, and she sounds really confused.
"Yeaaaaaah."
"Okay, well, that's…different."
"You like having your neck licked and kissed."
"So?"
He leans up. "That's different. To me." He reaches a finger up to trace down her jugular and she shudders against him. "The reaction is rather spectacular, though."
Her eyebrows go up. "Well, Space Man. You try something weird for once and so will I, how about that?"
Sooooooooo, he resumes his assault on her neck and breasts and she plays with the inside of his elbows with her fingers and tongue. It's actually a wonderful experience. Completely sexy and exciting---two words he would've never put in the same sentence with Donna Noble prior to today, of course. He actually manages to get her sundress over her head with very little trouble (okay, a lot of trouble, but in the end Donna pronounces "Forget this!" and pops the zipper in the back as she tugs it off).
But, no. It's after they've finally wriggled him out of his trousers and she begins pulling down his old-fashioned underpants (she does have to make a comment about them, of course) that she asks anotherquestion.
"Do you have a rubber?"
He blinks. "A what?"
"You know, a condom." There are all these things she thinks he knows.
He shakes his head. "No, I…never needed one."
Donna does not look impressed. "Never needed one? How do you know you haven't got space herpes or something?"
"Space herpes?"
"Or something!"
He sighs. This is all pretty ridiculous to him and he's beginning to wonder why he's continuing to go through with it. "Sexually transmitted diseases have been cured with preventative medicine in the 26th century. Got my vaccine shots decades ago."
"They're still active? Even after a few dec---"
"They're still active and I'm still clean."
Donna nods and the undergarments go off. He very nearly manages to ask her if she's certain this is what she wants to do, but before he can she's already straddled him and pushed him inside of her. He groans and she cries out and, well, if she wasn't certain prior to this it's hardly his fault, is it? Donna's a grown woman, experienced (though he doesn't really want to knowhow experienced) enough to know if she's ready for this step in their---
She does something with her hips and it feels exceptionally good so any further thought he had is pretty much gone. He's actually certain that this thing she's doing with her hips is illegal in quite a few galaxies but he'll be damned if he can care. One of his hands cups her breast and the other sits at her hip, guiding each movement she makes.
He feels her muscles clamp around him and she cries out a few rather obscene words (perhaps the strangest orgasm he's ever seen, but she's certainly pleased) as she does. He feels himself start to follow----
"Wait," she breathes, stopping her hip movements and leaning over him again. "Wait, I mean, you know---"
He could murder her for stopping at this moment. "No, Donna, I actually don't know."
"Is there a chance I could get pregnant? You kn---give birth to some sterile ginger alien babies or something?"
He laughs, still a little breathless. "No, Donna. We're pretty much incompatible that way."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"But not positive, right? You're not going to get pregnant?"
"Donna. That thing you just did with your hips?"
"Yeah?"
"Do it again."
The way he says it is either intimidating or sexy (he's hoping on the latter) because her eyes go wide and she immediately begins thrusting against him in the same manner as moments before. It's not too terribly long before the stream of curse words begins coming out of Donna's mouth and a few choice Gallifreyan swears come out of his.
She half-collapses on top of him and it could be very intimate and wonderful if he wasn't laying quite so awkwardly that it's actually incredibly uncomfortable.
"Donna, can you---"
"What?"
"You're pretezling my right arm."
She shifts with an annoyed grunt, then leans her head against his shoulder.
Which means Donna is a cuddler. Okay, well, that's not too surprising. The Doctor isn't, but he does try to be a gentleman (sometimes), so he wraps an arm around her bare shoulders. It's not so bad, actually. Donna is very soft and warm where his previous lovers have always been bony and cold. She's rather like a very comfortable blanket.
She breathes a sated sigh. "Not what you were planning when you started here, is it?" she asks.
"Nope."
"Usually go around taking girls to romantic locations and don't plan on shagging them? Most blokes it's the other way around."
"Well, in defense of my lack of preparation, you did say you weren't mating with me."
"You said you were looking for a mate!"
"I did, but you said----"
"Oi, now. Incompatible, right? Means you're not mating with me, right?"
Warily: "Riiight----"
"So. Shut up and sleep."
Well, the holiday really could've gone worse.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,855