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Wedding ravish

Absence and all that

Posted on 2012.02.13 at 23:30
Makes the heart grow fonder, they say. I just reckon it makes you frustrated and toey. Like Donna is in the following fic, the first one I've been able to post in months. Gotta say, feels good. Hope you enjoy.

Title: Something in the water
Characters/pairing: Tenth Doctor and Donna
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The fact that this little interlude never made into Season 4 proves that I do not own the Doctor nor Donna in any way, shape or form.
Summary: Donna is not feeling like herself. Or is she finally feeling that way?
Author's note: Written for the sex pollen challenge laid down so enticingly by sykira.



Something in the water

Donna had been feeling confident. Nah, that didn’t quite capture it. What felt more confident than confident? Because that was how she had felt then.

Ah, that’s the word. Smug.

She had been feeling smug.

Because she had thought that she had finally put herself in a situation where she was going to emerge the winner, victorious in a battle of wits with an alien whose enormous brain overshadowed hers in every way and yet who inexplicably had allowed himself to be manipulated into a bet Donna had proposed believing without a shadow of a doubt she would win.

For she had bet the Time Lord that he wouldn’t be able to persuade her to ‘mate’ with him.

Of course, she trusted him not to take undue advantage of his Time-Lordy alien-ness and everything that entailed, but to keep things fair – well, as fair as things could be between a Time Lord and a human - she felt she had had to establish some ground rules as well. No perception filters. No hypnotism or their intergalactic equivalents. And none of that wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey….’stuff’.

With those rules spelt out, she had though she had it in the bag,. Because she knew her own mind. Her own heart.

At least she thought she had. Thus, the smugness.

Right now, however, all she felt was hot, bothered and more than a little bewildered, the doubts multiplying like transponding Adipose as she found herself for probably the tenth time that hour heading into the bathroom to give herself another blast of cold water. While she bit her tongue. And dug her fingernails into her palms, her arms, the backs of her legs. Hard.

Anything to stop the yearning, the ache. For she was literally aching for him.

If she hadn’t known the Doctor like she did, she might have suspected foul play, the Doctor doing something sneaky or underhand just to be able to win and not suffer the immeasurable blow to his mighty Gallifreyan ego in having to admit Donna was right.

But as she lay back on the bed, her feet pawing and pushing against the sheets like some kind of crazed cat in heat, she had to admit to herself that the Doctor wasn’t like that. He wouldn’t do something like that. Especially not just to win a bet.

So why was she feeling like this? Like she would ignite if he so much as looked in her direction? Like she had to have his lips on every part of her at the same time otherwise she might go insane with desire? Like she wanted to crawl inside his skin even as she yearned for him inside her, filling her to overflowing?

Donna had never, ever experienced need this intense and initially it had scared her so much that she had had to beg off the Doctor’s company in a sudden rush with some pathetic excuse about festival food that appeared to have gone down the wrong way and lock herself in her room where she could climb the walls in private.

Although, in all seriousness, she didn’t know how successful that strategy was going to be. She couldn’t explain what had come over her or, more importantly, how to stop it. At the moment, it seemed to only grow stronger rather than dissipate, and if things didn’t change pretty soon, she knew she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself any longer. She’d bust down her door, and his, and any others the TARDIS might erect in between, to get to her Doctor, strip them both naked, and have her wicked way with him.

She rolled over onto her stomach, her groans muffled by the pillow she held in a death grip as she ground herself against the mattress.

What is WRONG with me?

Only an hour before everything had been the picture of normality as he had whisked her off to all the places he had promised to take her when he had thought she was leaving him for good – As if! I would never leave him, couldn’t if I tried, especially NOW -  and, with his cool hand wrapped around hers, she had marvelled at the fifteenth Broken Moon of the Medusa Cascade, thrilled at the Lightning Skies of Cotter Palluni’s World and gazed enraptured at the Diamond Coral Reefs of Kataa Flo Ko.

It was his way of trying to impress her, dare she say it, woo her, and he had done, not that she’d ever admit to it - perhaps even under pain of death - a rather brilliant job of it.

It had been extraordinarily difficult to maintain her resolve after such a showing, especially when the Doctor had turned to her as they bobbed gently in a boat atop the glistening reefs, and flashed her one of those smiles, more dazzling and brilliant than even the Kataa Flo Ko diamonds, the one that simultaneously said See, I told you it would be spectacular, and Go on, admit it, you’re impressed and I know you can’t resist me when I smile like this.

Wait, his smile had never said that to her before.

Nevertheless, she had held firm, gently dismissive of his tempting invitation to succumb to the charms of the intergalactic enticements he had dangled in front of her, and managed to return to the TARDIS very much in control of her emotions and her actions.

Or so she had thought.

They had barely sat down at the kitchen table for a cup of tea and a biscuit when she felt something stirring in the very depths of her, stirrings she somehow knew were being caused by him.

Not even his presence but just the mere thought of him, for when she squeezed her eyes shut so as to block out the suddenly maddeningly alluring sight of his rumpled suit and even more rumpled bed-hair not to mention the chocolate come-hither eyes, it did absolutely squat to ramp down her hormones that were progressing from their previously recumbent state through a brisk canter to an out-of-control gallop.

She had had to physically remove herself from his proximity before she found herself doing something that would have embarrassed them both and likely got her deposited back in Chiswick quicker than the Doctor could demolish a packet of jelly babies.

When will this torture end?

No doubt the Doctor would be curious, perhaps even worried by this stage, at her strange behaviour but the way she was feeling right now, she just couldn’t risk being in the same room with him. She had doubts that it was safe even to be in the same TARDIS as him.

Of course, the Doctor chose that precise moment to knock on her door.

“Donna? Are you alright? Did something upset you?”

She could hear the concern and…something else…in his voice.

“I’m fine, just a bit of a tummy bug” she managed to call out in a rather unconvincing tone.

“Donna, we didn’t eat anything while we were out, let me take you to the med bay, make sure nothing’s….”

“I’m fine!” she interrupted, really, please don’t fuss, I just need some rest…”

Too late, the door slid open and the Doctor entered the room, walked two steps towards her, stopped and just stared.

Only now did Donna look down at herself and realise the state she was in – damp hair curling loosely around her face and over her shoulders, half-moon indentations on the skin of her arms and legs, wet - and now completely transparent!- nightie clinging scandalously close to her every curve and revealing rather accurately the level of her current – ahem – agitation.

The Doctor said nothing for a beat, his mouth instead gaping slightly like a fish out of water before finally collecting his wits and rushing over to her in a mild panic, completely ignoring her wildly gesticulating hands urging him to get away.

He moved swiftly to sit beside her on the bed, one hand gently grasping her forearm, and the other feeling her forehead.

“Your temperature does seem a little bit elevated, do you have any other symptoms, cold chills, aching limbs, sore eyes…”

Donna could barely hear what he said instead her ears were filled with the sound of her own heartbeat that had escalated once again to a point where she thought the organ might spontaneously burst out of her chest. His indescribable, unmistakeably masculine scent assaulted her nostrils, his body was so close the hairs on her arms and legs were literally standing on end as if even they yearned for him, her breathing became more erratic.

Before he had the chance to say another word, her other hand shot out, grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck and pulled him to her, him barely being able to eke out a squeak of surprise before her lips crashed into his and her tongue, roughly insistent, pried his mouth open so that she could explore properly.

It was some seconds before he appeared to overcome his shock but to her astonishment, instead of pulling away, he sank into her embrace and she felt the tension in his body melt away as he gave himself fully to the kiss, his tongue dancing into life and meeting hers with equal ardour. She lay back on the bed again, pulling him on top of her and wrapping her long, wet legs around him, pleased to find that he seemed just as eager for her as she was for him.

“Oh Donna, I have waited so long for this” he murmured in her ear even as his tongue traced its curves in a slow, seductive arc.

“Doctor, I don’t know what you did” she gasped out, ”but it worked and you were right and can we just ….ooooohhhhhh”.  He had moved his mouth to her neck, momentarily disrupting all coherent speech.

“I didn’t do anything, really, except take you to all those places,” he mumbled against her skin, “obviously, they had a much more persuasive effect on you than I ever could.”

“Something in the air, maybe, then. ‘Cause we didn’t eat the food or drink the water….”

She stopped talking and kissed him even more deeply and passionately not really caring anymore about the why, and instead focussing on how she could feel, taste and explore more of him.

At which point, the Doctor pulled away abruptly, sat up and smacked his forehead loudly in an overly ebullient gesture of revelation.

“Of course! Why didn’t I realise that?  Donna, ever the brilliant one!”

Her head reeling not only from the mind-blowingness of his kisses but even more from the sudden deprivation of them, Donna sat up as well and fixed him with what she hoped was a steely, demanding glare but feared would come up more like slightly clueless semi-resolve given her current aroused state.

“What” she stammered “are you talking about?”

“The diamond coral reefs of Kataa Flo Ko, one of the top ten most beautiful sites in all the universe…”

“Yes, yes, you can dispense with the travel brochure speak” she said testily, her glare nevertheless softening as it was irresistibly drawn back to his lips.

He paused at her tone and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a gesture he only ever did when he was about to say something he feared would arouse her ire.

“Well, you see, normally viewing the reefs is just that, looking at all the sparkly stuff, and marvelling at the loveliness…”

“Get to the point, Spaceman. Fast.”

“Right then, well, every so often, well, not so often really, in fact, quite rare actually, only once in a millennium which would explain why I’d forgotten about seeing as I wasn’t even around the last time it happened…”

“DOCTOR!!”

“Okay, well once in a millennium as a kind of diamond diamond diamond-ey jubilee, kind of like what the Queen is having this year but with a lot more diamonds, anyway…on this special anniversary, at this very significant stage of the coral’s life cycle, it releases a special hormone into the water kind of like a…

“Let me guess, love potion…” Donna interrupted rolling her eyes in gesture of why-does-this-not-surprise-me.

“Ah, yes….a love potion…” the Doctor sputtered on, only occasionally daring to look Donna fully in the eye, “..that is designed to ensure the complete and healthy renewal of the reef for another millennium.”

He pause, throwing Donna a guilty glance before casting his downwards again, somewhere around the region of his right knee. “But which also has a rather powerful aphrodisiac effect on whoever or whatever touches the water at the time.” He stopped and looked up at her sheepishly.

“A rather important fact you neglected to tell me” Donna snipped angrily as she recalled trailing her fingertips in the glittering waters, spellbound at the beauty and luxuriating in the Doctor’s rapt and undivided attention. Which had probably been the reason behind his forgetfulness.

“I would have told you, but it kind of got lost, what with all the trying to impress you and prove you wrong and win the bet. I’m so sorry Donna.” He looked down again, ashamed, and moved himself a little further away from her.

“Just tell me how long I’m going to feel like I have to shag you or I’ll die.”

“The effects wear off after about a week.”

“A WEEK????!!!” Donna roared, causing the Doctor to skip back further on the bead, almost careening off the side.

“If it helps, I’ll have the TARDIS move our rooms far apart temporarily so that there’s less chance of us running into each other,” he offered rather weakly.

“Don’t know if that’s gonna work. Angry as I am with you, and as much as it kills me to admit this, the way I feel right now, I think I would rip through this ship with my bare hands just to be able to get to you and kiss you again.”

She looked up briefly, imploringly, at the TARDIS. Sorry.

At the same time, she was both gratified and mortified to see the Doctor blush scarlet at her emphatic expression of determination, even as he was obviously, desperately trying to suppress a smirk.

Despite her earlier outburst, however, he was clearly feeling comfortable (and brave) enough to approach her again, inching his way back over the covers towards her.

“No need for that,” he said softly, his eyes holding hers with sincerity and smoulder in equal measure.  “I’ll kiss you anytime you like.”

“Right now, that is an extremely enticing and dangerous offer.” Donna said, slowly leaning in towards him.

She heard his breath catch as she stopped, her lips a hair’s breadth from his, and turned her sultry-lashed gaze up to him.

“There is of course on other possibility,” she said, her voice low and sexy.

“And that is?” the Doctor had stopped breathing almost completely now.

“We could just let the hormones do their work.”

She saw his hearts skip a beat as his mind processed that suggestion.

“Then that would be them kissing me, not you,” he said, his words measured, deliberate and holding a faintly detectable heaviness. “When I finally win that bet, because you never put a time limit on it and I am not going to give up, you will be the one seeking the kissing. And the mating.” He gave her a cheeky wink, earning an Oi! and a slap, albeit a soft one.

“Because you want to. Because you love me as much as I love you.”

And before she could even react to THAT bombshell he was gone, leaving her to ponder his words and deal with her frustration as the hormones continued to rage and the taste of him lingered on her lips.







Comments:


KendraC
tkel_paris at 2012-02-13 16:23 (UTC) (Link)
THE CHEEKY SOD! HE DIDN'T!!!

Oh, now she's going to get her revenge! PLEASE let th TARDIS help her!

So glad to see you posting again! Does that mean you might have more in the works - of any story? :D
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-14 07:21 (UTC) (Link)
The Doctor will be going through his own..challenges..in the next installment, and I haven't finished yet with Donna. TARDIS is neutral, although as we all know, a fervent Ten-Donna shipper..

Short answer to your question? YES.
Supertemp
lemony69 at 2012-02-13 16:41 (UTC) (Link)
Wow, that's what I call UST. *fans self*
You are planning a sequel, right? I'm not above begging or bribery you know... ;)
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-14 07:22 (UTC) (Link)
*hands you Japanese sensu to aid in fanning*

Yes, sequel (perhaps plural) planned.

Bribery not necessary but eagerly accepted.
Supertemp
lemony69 at 2012-02-14 18:16 (UTC) (Link)

:D

nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-15 01:54 (UTC) (Link)

Re: :D

That may well do it, you know...

motoko1969
motoko1969 at 2012-02-13 16:45 (UTC) (Link)
Yay welcome back :D !

And what a great story that was... I hope the Doctor is ready for whatever he has bargained for :D ! Lovely fic, thank you so much for sharing o(^o^)o
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-14 07:24 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you and again thank you!

As for the Doctor he THINKS he's in control of this whole situation, but he's definitely in for a rude shock there.

Glad you enjoyed,it's always a pleasure to share!
BMG
bas_math_girl at 2012-02-13 16:57 (UTC) (Link)
I kept expecting rubber gloves to make an appearance...

Well, I felt almost as bereft as she did at the end!!! So do we get a resolution? Please?!
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-14 07:27 (UTC) (Link)
Half the fun, and the major challenge, of writing this was to keep the focus on UST as much as possible and torture them a bit (okay, a lot) with it.

I am unsure for how many chapters I can sustain it, but I'll do my best ;)
Stef
sczep84 at 2012-02-13 20:38 (UTC) (Link)
Because you love me as much as I love you. Best sentence in a sex pollen fic ever, awww <3 That was totally awesome, thanks a lot for sharing!
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-14 07:28 (UTC) (Link)
Aww, thanks so much, I wasn't sure whether to keep that line in or not...so glad you liked it and it rang true for you.

I just love sharing this kind of stuff, believe me!
Sykira
sykira at 2012-02-14 00:29 (UTC) (Link)
GUHHHHH oooh intense!! Omigoodness LOVED this! I knew gentleman!doctor would win out :) although I don't think Donna will give up easily!

I think even more than the sex pollen though, i ADORE their bet and the Doctor trying to woo her and succeeding! Excellent backdrop to the pollen :)

::happy sigh:: and she's back!
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-14 07:39 (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad that intensity came through, it was the atmosphere I was trying to create.

And you know me, gentlemanly!Doctor is always going to prevail in the end.

Actually, neither of them are going to be giving easily, they're pretty stubborn and determined (if well-matched) individuals.

So glad you enjoyed the bet as the backdrop to my 'pollen' concept, there's definitely more to play out on both of those as well as the wooing.

Really happy to be able to post again, and for such lovely feedback as well.

*hugs*
serenityslady
serenityslady at 2013-06-12 18:45 (UTC) (Link)
HOW did I miss this!?!?

Donna sure knows how to play with fire, doesn't she?? Or was she secretly (even to her) hoping to lose that bet?!?

In any case, once again the Doctor doesn't check the guidebook properly and gets them in a right mess. And the bombshell at the end?! WOW!

nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2013-06-13 02:46 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks for the lovely feedback!! I managed to do one more chapter, from the Doctor's POV, but I would like to finish the entire piece at some stage.
serenityslady
serenityslady at 2013-06-13 15:13 (UTC) (Link)
I read the second chapter and now I am anxious for more! :D I know about the work thing getting in the way. I haven't written much in the last month or so, and it is killing me!

I plan to go back and read more of your previous entries too.

nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2013-06-15 10:24 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks so much (again!) for your encouraging comments, and I hope you enjoy the other entries as well.
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