Fic: Pretty Boy 1/1 [Doctor Who, PG D/D]
Title: Pretty Boy 1/1
Author: GylzGirl
Rating: PG [Brief Spoilers for S4:TUATW]
Prompt Word: #4 Curve for the weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna
Word Count: 365... When it comes to drabbles, I run off at the keyboard :)
“So…Pretty Boy, am I?” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
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“So, where to now, Spaceman?” Donna looked over to find the Doctor smirking at her. “What’s that face for?”
“So…Pretty Boy, am I?” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
“What?”
“You called me Pretty Boy.”
This time it was Donna’s turn to smirk. “No I didn’t.”
“You most certainly did so.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the console room railing. “Technically, all I did was agree with someone calling you Pretty Boy.”
He sauntered over to stand before her, victory in every deliberate step he took. “But you did agree that I was pretty.”
Donna eyes rolled. “So?”
“So, you think I’m pretty.” He swayed side to side with his hands in his pockets. His smile had turned cocky. “You fancy me,” he said in a sing-song voice.
The Doctor expected her to laugh at him, or possibly leave the room in a huff, or tell him not to get any funny ideas, or even perhaps deliver a teeth-jarring smack across the face. He did not, in any way, shape or form, expect the response he got instead.
Donna straightened up from the railing, so close to him that the tips of her breasts were grazing the front of his shirt and her petal-soft lips ghosted against his own as she spoke. “So what if I did?” she asked in a husky whisper. Her beautiful eyes were boring into his own. She was so near to him that he could make out every detail; how her irises faded from dark to light blue and the little rings of amber that circled her pupils. “What exactly would you do about it?”
His smile transformed into an undignified gape. She tilted her head this way and that, as if to kiss him. The Doctor remained ramrod straight, frozen in shock. Donna pulled away and smiled. “That’s just what I thought you’d do.” A shadow of disappointment crossed her face as she turned from him to leave the console room. Her mouth curved into a smile when she felt his gaze on her back as she walked away.
Author: GylzGirl
Rating: PG [Brief Spoilers for S4:TUATW]
Prompt Word: #4 Curve for the weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna
Word Count: 365... When it comes to drabbles, I run off at the keyboard :)
“So…Pretty Boy, am I?” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
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“So, where to now, Spaceman?” Donna looked over to find the Doctor smirking at her. “What’s that face for?”
“So…Pretty Boy, am I?” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
“What?”
“You called me Pretty Boy.”
This time it was Donna’s turn to smirk. “No I didn’t.”
“You most certainly did so.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the console room railing. “Technically, all I did was agree with someone calling you Pretty Boy.”
He sauntered over to stand before her, victory in every deliberate step he took. “But you did agree that I was pretty.”
Donna eyes rolled. “So?”
“So, you think I’m pretty.” He swayed side to side with his hands in his pockets. His smile had turned cocky. “You fancy me,” he said in a sing-song voice.
The Doctor expected her to laugh at him, or possibly leave the room in a huff, or tell him not to get any funny ideas, or even perhaps deliver a teeth-jarring smack across the face. He did not, in any way, shape or form, expect the response he got instead.
Donna straightened up from the railing, so close to him that the tips of her breasts were grazing the front of his shirt and her petal-soft lips ghosted against his own as she spoke. “So what if I did?” she asked in a husky whisper. Her beautiful eyes were boring into his own. She was so near to him that he could make out every detail; how her irises faded from dark to light blue and the little rings of amber that circled her pupils. “What exactly would you do about it?”
His smile transformed into an undignified gape. She tilted her head this way and that, as if to kiss him. The Doctor remained ramrod straight, frozen in shock. Donna pulled away and smiled. “That’s just what I thought you’d do.” A shadow of disappointment crossed her face as she turned from him to leave the console room. Her mouth curved into a smile when she felt his gaze on her back as she walked away.