Moment of Madness 1/1
Story: Moment of Madness
Author: wmr wendymr
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble
Rated: PG13
Spoilers: Just general S4 - nothing specific
Disclaimer: BBC's characters. My subversion
Summary: The Doctor and Donna have sex. It's a memorable experience. Crackfic.
With huge thanks to kae_nine for BRing and actually laughing in the right places. And I'll just apologise now, all right?
Moment of Madness
"Oh, my god, did we just do that?" She sits up, then covers her eyes as an expanse of Time Lord skin fills her gaze. Naked Time Lord skin. Oh, god. Was she insane?
"Yep.” She peeks through her fingers. He’s avoiding looking at her too. Oi! She’s not that ugly, is she? At least she’s not just a streak of skin and bone and nothing! Nothing more than a string-bean, he is. A very stringy one - and not even as tasty.
“Ew.” He shudders.
She wants to slap him. “Oi! Bad enough that you just shagged me. Don’t you dare be rude about my body.”
He shrinks back. “I’m not! I’m just... I shagged you!”
“Yeah. An’ I let you. I don’t believe I let you!” She peers through her fingers again, but then almost falls backwards as a thought strikes her. “You better not’ve got me pregnant. You bloody better not have got me pregnant, you git!”
“No!” He actually squeaks. “No, no, that’s... not possible. Completely impossible. Out of the question. Biologically incompatible. Less compatible than a... a... a human and a gerbil.”
She rakes him up and down with her gaze. “Well, I know who’s the gerbil.”
“Oi!”
“Just be glad you didn’t say a ferret.”
“Thanks.” He groans, raking a hand through his hair, making it stand up even more - now he looks like a string-bean that’s been electrocuted. “Donna, why did we just do that?"
"I dunno. ‘S all a haze. Not sure I want to remember anyway. So if you've got any way of just wiping it from my brain, alien boy..."
“Well, I can, of course I can, but who’s gonna wipe it from mine?”
She grabs the sheet and wraps it around herself. “You’re the one who’s a bloody mind-reader. Just do it.”
“All right, all right! But before you keep blaming me, there were two of us here, Donna. And I distinctly remember you ripping my tie off.”
Oh, she did, didn’t she? “Must’ve been insane.” Suddenly, she’s laughing her head off. “We both were, weren’t we?”
“Oh, yeah.” He grins. “Off our heads. Must’ve been that Coppalian wine. Had trouble with that before, too. Ended up in bed with two companions at once then.”
“Eww.” She backs away further. “Look, I’m not into anything kinky-”
“Kinky? Donna Noble, you just shagged an alien!”
“Yeah, an’ I’m not doing that again. So you just... just keep your alien bits to yourself in future.”
He snorts indignantly, but quickly covers himself with one hand. “Just as long as you keep your human bits to yourself!”
She reaches to the floor, grabs his trousers and throws them at him. “Don’t worry, I intend to!”
He pulls on his trousers; she gropes for her top and pulls it on, then shimmies into her jeans. “We’re never doing that again, right?”
“No. Never, ever, ever.” He shudders again, doing up his shirt. “No shagging in this TARDIS. Definitely not.”
“Yeah. I said I wasn’t matin’ with you, and I meant it!”
“You know, Donna Noble, there are people who’d tell you I’m a brilliant shag!” He’s pouting. Lord of Time, and he’s pouting.
“Yeah? They’re welcome to you, then! And, anyway, bighead, plenty of blokes’ll tell you I’m a great shag too. Well, not plenty,” she amends quickly. “I’m not a slag. But enough.”
At the door to the bedroom, he stops and grins at her. “So let’s just say we’re both brilliant shags. Just not with each other.”
“Yeah.” She grins back, then impulsively leans in and kisses his cheek. “Glad we got that out of the way!”
“Yeah, me too. What do you wanna do now?”
She pulls a face. “I need a shower.”
He grimaces in sympathy. “Me too. Afterwards, though, how’d you fancy this? Alien planet, nearly getting killed, running for our lives?”
“Ooh, now you got me.”
He grins. “Better than sex?”
“Fuck, yes!”
“Console room, half an hour?”
“You’re on!”
~ end
Author: wmr wendymr
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble
Rated: PG13
Spoilers: Just general S4 - nothing specific
Disclaimer: BBC's characters. My subversion
Summary: The Doctor and Donna have sex. It's a memorable experience. Crackfic.
With huge thanks to kae_nine for BRing and actually laughing in the right places. And I'll just apologise now, all right?
Moment of Madness
"Oh, my god, did we just do that?" She sits up, then covers her eyes as an expanse of Time Lord skin fills her gaze. Naked Time Lord skin. Oh, god. Was she insane?
"Yep.” She peeks through her fingers. He’s avoiding looking at her too. Oi! She’s not that ugly, is she? At least she’s not just a streak of skin and bone and nothing! Nothing more than a string-bean, he is. A very stringy one - and not even as tasty.
“Ew.” He shudders.
She wants to slap him. “Oi! Bad enough that you just shagged me. Don’t you dare be rude about my body.”
He shrinks back. “I’m not! I’m just... I shagged you!”
“Yeah. An’ I let you. I don’t believe I let you!” She peers through her fingers again, but then almost falls backwards as a thought strikes her. “You better not’ve got me pregnant. You bloody better not have got me pregnant, you git!”
“No!” He actually squeaks. “No, no, that’s... not possible. Completely impossible. Out of the question. Biologically incompatible. Less compatible than a... a... a human and a gerbil.”
She rakes him up and down with her gaze. “Well, I know who’s the gerbil.”
“Oi!”
“Just be glad you didn’t say a ferret.”
“Thanks.” He groans, raking a hand through his hair, making it stand up even more - now he looks like a string-bean that’s been electrocuted. “Donna, why did we just do that?"
"I dunno. ‘S all a haze. Not sure I want to remember anyway. So if you've got any way of just wiping it from my brain, alien boy..."
“Well, I can, of course I can, but who’s gonna wipe it from mine?”
She grabs the sheet and wraps it around herself. “You’re the one who’s a bloody mind-reader. Just do it.”
“All right, all right! But before you keep blaming me, there were two of us here, Donna. And I distinctly remember you ripping my tie off.”
Oh, she did, didn’t she? “Must’ve been insane.” Suddenly, she’s laughing her head off. “We both were, weren’t we?”
“Oh, yeah.” He grins. “Off our heads. Must’ve been that Coppalian wine. Had trouble with that before, too. Ended up in bed with two companions at once then.”
“Eww.” She backs away further. “Look, I’m not into anything kinky-”
“Kinky? Donna Noble, you just shagged an alien!”
“Yeah, an’ I’m not doing that again. So you just... just keep your alien bits to yourself in future.”
He snorts indignantly, but quickly covers himself with one hand. “Just as long as you keep your human bits to yourself!”
She reaches to the floor, grabs his trousers and throws them at him. “Don’t worry, I intend to!”
He pulls on his trousers; she gropes for her top and pulls it on, then shimmies into her jeans. “We’re never doing that again, right?”
“No. Never, ever, ever.” He shudders again, doing up his shirt. “No shagging in this TARDIS. Definitely not.”
“Yeah. I said I wasn’t matin’ with you, and I meant it!”
“You know, Donna Noble, there are people who’d tell you I’m a brilliant shag!” He’s pouting. Lord of Time, and he’s pouting.
“Yeah? They’re welcome to you, then! And, anyway, bighead, plenty of blokes’ll tell you I’m a great shag too. Well, not plenty,” she amends quickly. “I’m not a slag. But enough.”
At the door to the bedroom, he stops and grins at her. “So let’s just say we’re both brilliant shags. Just not with each other.”
“Yeah.” She grins back, then impulsively leans in and kisses his cheek. “Glad we got that out of the way!”
“Yeah, me too. What do you wanna do now?”
She pulls a face. “I need a shower.”
He grimaces in sympathy. “Me too. Afterwards, though, how’d you fancy this? Alien planet, nearly getting killed, running for our lives?”
“Ooh, now you got me.”
He grins. “Better than sex?”
“Fuck, yes!”
“Console room, half an hour?”
“You’re on!”
~ end