Moar kinkiness
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"My eyes are up here," the Doctor said pointedly. It wasn't easy unexpectedly waking up female, even if it was temporary, and Donna wasn't being very helpful at all.
He should probably be grateful that she at least had stopped laughing.
"Oi, you're one to talk!" Donna said. "For all the staring you do, I'm sure you could pick my cleavage out of an identity parade."
"I never look at your cleavage!" the Doctor squeaked. It wasn't entirely true, but he really didn't think it was relevant to the discussion.
"Doctor," Donna said. "Could you put your glasses on?"
"What?"
"Glasses, on," she barked.
He'd travelled with Donna long enough to know it was easier to just do what she asked, even when he had no idea what she was on about. He put them on and squinted at her. "Happy now?"
"God, Doctor, I know you're still the same skinny rat somewhere in there, but you're really, really hot as a woman."
"What?" Before he had the time to react, Donna had grabbed him by the lapels of his suit and pressed her warm mouth hard against his. "What?" he said again against her lips.
She pulled back, face blushing and lips red. "Come on, Skinny," she said with a teasing tone in her voice that he didn't recognise. "You've been wanting to get your hands on my chest for months. And now I feel the same way." She put a hand on his left breast, squeezing it gently through his shirt, before letting her thumb lightly brush over a nipple. It perked up quite happily.
"Oh," he said and swallowed. "That's interesting. I think my nipples are more sensitive now. Is that normal?"
"Nothing about you is normal, bloody Martian." And with that she pushed him back on the console and snogged him roughly. Pressing her body to his, she stroked his breasts until he was practically choking.
Somewhere along the line she'd unbuttoned his shirt and her hands on the bare skin of his chest and stomach were really... distracting. "Donna!" he gasped out. "I'm a virgin!"
"Oh, shut up, you idiot," she said, breath hot against his lips. "You're not."
"No, but, in this body."
Donna backed up enough to glare at him. "Of course you're a virgin in this body; you've had it for all of three hours!"
"I didn't mean you should stop," he said.
She smirked and lightly trailed a hand over the front of his trousers. "That's very different," he pointed out. "Nice, but different. In my real body, that would have--"
"Are you going to keep talking?"
The Doctor frowned. "It's scientific curiosity. I've never been a woman before."
Donna grabbed both his wrists and put his hands on her chest. The Doctor said the most intelligent thing he could think of. "Um."
"I'm not going to do all the work while you babble on about what it feels like to for a woman," she said. "I know what it feels like."
That was an excellent point. Probably. The Doctor was finding it a bit difficult to focus on anything other than the fact that he had a handful of breasts in his grasp. If he had still had his male body, this would have been the point where he'd gone from hard-as-Agoran-rock to hard-as-rock-from-Hastus-Minor. Which was slightly harder.
Since his body was currently female, though, there were other reactions. "I'm getting really wet," he said proudly and wiggled his hips.
"And that's all because of my work," Donna said, sounding annoyed, but her pupils had gone all wide, so he didn't think she minded all that much.
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He gasped into her mouth. "You're, uh... a bit good at that."
Donna laughed. "Of course I am, Spacegirl," she said, with that same teasing voice that honestly didn't help things at all. Or rather, it helped things a lot.
She kissed him again and stroked her tongue along his in the most delicious way while she fucked him with her hand, thumb rubbing circles on his clit and two fingers slipping inside. Before he knew it he was coming, with a somewhat undignified shout. Donna would probably mock him about it later.
"Oh," he said once he could breathe properly again. "That was interesting."
"I expect payback," Donna said and pulled him along in the direction of her room. "I am nowhere near finished with you."
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"You know," the Doctor said later, when he was in his own, male body again and everything was back to (a depressingly sex-less) normal, "it's entirely possible that I'll regenerate into a woman next time."
Donna pursed her lips and gave him an appraising look. "Is that so?"
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lol irl - hot, funny and I love Donna's brusque way with him. Excellent!
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I feel very strongly that there needs to be more fic where Donna shags the Doctor on the console.
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