The Doctor gazed at his companion's creamy skin as his long fingers manipulated the muscles underneath. Donna groaned as he worked a knot beneath her shoulder. When she'd entered wearing a flimsy tank top with the command, "Timeboy! Do something useful and get this ache out my neck," he'd bounded over to her like a giddy schoolchild, barely masking his enthusiasm.
The Doctor moved a piece of ginger hair, absently leaning over to kiss the nape of her neck. "OI!" Donna bellowed, sending a wave of panic through him. After an agonizing pause, she continued. "A little to the left."