FIC: Time Lord Vibrator
Title: Time Lord Vibrator
Rating: M (there be one or two fanfiction sex clichés in here)
Author: tkel_paris
Summary: Donna finds an unexpected use for Ten's nervous energy.
Disclaimer: Not family-show friendly material. And still not my characters.
Dedication: tardis_mole, who made a joking comment about a line in what is now Chapter 6 of my story, “A Different Threefold Man.” We email-laughed over it, it proceeded to work its way in one of TM's stories, and now I'm basing this entire story on that comment.
Author's Note: lemony69 on livejournal made the icon I'm using for posting this story. So... (gigglefit) I'm having fun with it!
Written on the plane back home from my friend's wedding. With my mother sitting beside me. How embarrassing is it to write smut with a parent nearby? :O At least there was an interesting-looking lightening storm outside to distract for a bit, and she didn't have her reading glasses out. (Although she thought she saw “Lord Valdemont.” And no, she hasn't read Harry Potter. And I had to be informed his name is actually Voldemort.)
And now posted to wish bas_math_girl a Merry Christmas! :D
Time Lord Vibrator
Started May 21, 2012
Finished December 25, 2013
There was no getting around it. Donna Noble needed a shag.
Didn't have to be a damn good one, although she really craved that. Any bloke would do. Even the skinny streak of nothing she traveled with would work. Hell, the temperature difference might make things a bit more exciting.
Of course, her current circumstances were not exactly normally exciting ones. The Doctor had once again offended someone unknowingly (although sometimes she wondered if he deliberately provoked people just to get a reaction so he could do some running) and they had to hide in a cupboard.
The tiniest cupboard in existence. It was barely big enough for them both, and that was with him pressed against her.
Standing between her legs.
Mind, she had an excuse. He'd pushed her inside as soon as he determined (God knows how!) that it would serve the purpose and she was so shocked that she didn't realize her legs were parted until he was right there. Standing between them.
And she now had a good idea of what he might be packing. Too bad she didn't have a good idea of whether he had a grower or an extender. Probably both, the jammy sod. She could at least mentally entertain herself.
So she was stuck, forced to be silent while they waited for the guards and other officials to be absolutely gone. Even he was silent.
It seemed unnatural for him to be this motionless. Or this quiet. He had a gob to rival hers.
And she was discovering something else about him when he couldn't use the nervous energy that he held in seemingly limitless supply:
He vibrated. All over.
Which made for very interesting sensations. And she couldn't be bothered to feel embarrassed. Although, in the interests of ensuring that their friendship remained intact, she had to risk whispering. “Doctor?”
His mouth was suddenly right against her ear. “Sh-sh-sh!” The cooler air of his breath was a different kind of vibration, but no less distracting. “We can't move just yet. I know these people. They'll hunt for us for another hour, and then they'll leave the area completely.”
He didn't seem to notice that he was vibrating like a - well, something a girl wasn't supposed to talk about in polite company. But Donna had a few, and had slipped some of them into her hatbox when she packed just in case she found the Doctor.
Her breath was growing shallower by the moment. And she had to stay in this position for an hour?!
“Just have to stay put a bit longer,” he added, still oblivious. “Then we can make a break for the TARDIS.”
She didn't trust her mouth anymore. She kept her lips tightly together, afraid she'd let out some really embarrassing sound of pleasure. She hadn't thought she could be that close so fast.
Was he also exuding some kind of sex pheromone?
Of course, if he kept up the vibrating, it wouldn't matter. She knew she was coming shortly in any case, and fought to remain still.
“And by the time they realize they've missed us,” the Doctor added, shaking from the frustration of waiting so long in such cramped quarters, “they'll discover what we did to their computers, exposing all their-”
He cut himself off when Donna suddenly bit into his jacket's shoulder, al-but choking on a desperate sound as her body spasmed against his. It felt rather nice. His brain froze along with his vibrating, trying to remember what in Rassilon's name did that mean for a human.
Then it clicked. He gulped. Oh, no... he was now aroused, too. “Um,” he whispered, “do I need to apologize for causing that, Donna?”
She quietly panted against his shoulder, relieved to finally have a good orgasm. It said something about her previous experiences that his involuntary actions did more for her than any bloke's fumbling ever did. She pulled her head away and leaned in to his ear. “No, I needed one of those. Should I apologize for not making the warning clearer?”
He thought a moment, and blushed over his conclusion. “No. Actually, I've never made anyone do that. That's a first.”
Donna's eyes widened. She had to pull back just enough to meet his eye - the one she could see in such close quarters. “Are you saying that you'd like to deliberately cause that in me sometime?”
He swallowed. “Yeah.”
She thought a moment, and her conclusions shocked her. “You'd like to get naked sometime with me?”
He slowly nodded.
It was her turn to gulp. “Can you do that vibrating thing again? I think I've found a replacement for my toys.”
Thank Rassilon for respiratory bypasses. He would've coughed without it - and exposed their position. Which would've eventually earned him a slap.
As it was, it seemed their lives were going to be more interesting from now on. He could not wait to get her back aboard the TARDIS where they could have all sorts of fun.
“Now?”
“If you do it again, I can't promise to not react.”
He gulped again. “Then I'd better pull a little away. I don't know if I'm quiet.”
“Then you owe me several good ones.”
“A challenge?” He grinned. “Be careful what you ask for, Donna.”
She smirked. “Promises, promises.”
THE END