Yes, yes, I know the Doctor and Donna aren't mine. More's the pity.
Senses
"Donna…you awake?" the Doctor whispered softly
"Let's see, how should I answer this one…how 'bout 'No, leave me alone, flyboy'?" she grumbled.
Her sarcasm was lost in the darkness as he ploughed on regardless.
"Which sense do you think is the most important?" he continued, rolling her over to face him.
Oh, I see, so it's past-midnight random chat time, she thought. She was discovering new aspects of this Spaceman-needs-cuddles-at-night-so-why don't-we-just-sleep-in-the–one-bedroom-then package all the time.
"Well, clearly, hearing is low on your list of priorities, Captain Babblepants" she responded, a touch irritated.
"Isn't that a bit like the pot calling the kettle black" he sniffed indignantly. She relented a little and decided to humour him.
"Okay, I think sight is pretty important" she started "Wouldn't last long if we couldn't see the nasties coming, or where to run to, now would we?" He could sense the smallest of smiles starting to grace her lips. "Plus," she went on, "How else would you be able to know exactly how to best clash your ties and suits" she ribbed him, warming to the discussion in spite of herself.
"Nah, sight is overrated" he countered "Eyes deceive all the time". Particularly when you're a Time Lord. Although, I wouldn't mind a bit more light on the subject in front of me right about now, he smiled to himself. "What about smell? Must be one of the most primitive senses for a reason, you know" he stated in an emphatic whisper.
"Hmmm..smell..you might have a point there" she agreed, "Very important for sniffing out the banana cake and tea that seems to have been the staple diet of your lot". She immediately regretted her lack of tact when there was an uncharacteristic silence.
She leaned in to him and ran her hand up a down his arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to remind you."
"Not to worry, I'm okay" he responded, in a rather unconvincing tone "Although, just now, you are demonstrating the virtues of touch" he said, shifting closer towards her, gently hooking one pyjama clad leg over hers, "Lot to be said for touch".
She couldn't fault him there. "Yes, yes, touch is pretty much up there….good in all kinds of situations" She daringly reached out to stroke his face, and was gratified to hear his small but sharp intake of breath.
"So what's the consensus, then?" he eventually managed to utter, an ever-so-slight tremor detectable in his voice.
"Actually, for me it's taste" she concluded "Makes life so much more interesting". He squeaked audibly as her lips found his in the dark, demonstrating her point in the most thorough and convincing of manners.
After several minutes, she pulled away and gazed at him. For once, he seemed to have nothing to say at all, his eyes wide as saucers, barely daring to breathe.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned over to go back to sleep, satisfied that her strategy to shut him up seemed to have worked brilliantly.
That'll teach him to play word games in the middle of the night, she thought.
Hearts still thumping loudly, he snaked his arm around her waist and cuddled closer, settling down for what was now looking to be a very good dream night indeed.
I can't WAIT to play this again tomorrow night…...
