Hello all, I'm taking a break from 'Time Never Wasted', so here is my new story. Please read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
Author's Note: Right off the bat I put in a nice piece of smut, so be warned.
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The Doctor thrust once more into Donna, building their orgasms up; he pulled almost out of her and plunged back into her; causing her to arch up; pressing her breasts to his bare chest. Her hand clutched at his shoulder while the other one was pressed between her legs, her fingers rubbing in rhythm with the Doctor's thrusts.
The Doctor enveloped her in his arms as he quickened his pace.
"Doctor." She breathed in his ear causing him to smile and kiss the soft patch of skin on her collarbone.
With a couple more thrusts, Donna came followed by the Doctor; emptying his orgasm inside her.
The Doctor kissed Donna's shoulder again, whispering for the millionth time that night his love for her.
They laid motionless for a moment before the Doctor rolled off of her, resting his head on the pillows of their bed.
It had been their bed for a couple of months now, ever since he had found out that Donna was pregnant with his child; their child.
It wasn't hard to fall in love with Donna, with all her brass and courage; she was just so wonderful that he couldn't help himself. And to his astonishment, the night he confessed his love, she returned it; without question and just as strong as the Time Lord's.
Donna's head rested on the Doctor's arm which was underneath her neck, their other hands resting on the tiny bulge in Donna's stomach.
The Doctor recalled the Christmas Eve that had just passed, she had told him that their lives would change forever. Of course the Doctor was more than thrilled that he would soon be a father again. And he knew that Donna would make a wonderful mother, and underneath her hard outer shell was a loving heart.
She had opened it up to him and now he never wanted to leave.
Wrapped in each other's arms and their love radiating around them, contentment filled them.
"Donna?"
"Mhmm?"
The Doctor looked down past the sea of red hair, her eyes were closed, and he knew that she would be asleep soon, as she always did after they made love.
"Can you promise me something?" The Doctor asked as he stoked her stomach gently, loving the fact that a tiny version or her or of himself was growing inside of her.
Donna mumbled softly, "Of course." Her head rolling over so her face was nestled on his shoulder.
"Promise me that you'll never leave me."
He knew that it was a promise that would never really be kept, but he couldn't imagine being away from her, or for her to leave him and take their child away as well. It had only been a couple of months, but he had fallen in love with the tiny cell growing in her stomach.
A small smile graced her lips, "I promise." She whispered before she promptly fell asleep.
The Doctor leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose, before he stared up at the ceiling. He didn't sleep, it was only on rare occasions when Donna pressed him and that usually took a great amount of coaxing. But, he loved sharing a bed with her. Yes, she sometimes snored, and yes she did hog the covers, but that didn't matter to him. He loved the warm body next to him, during her sleep she would always end up with her head on his chest, her hair fanned across his body, tickling under his chin.
Holding her closer to him, the Doctor closed his eyes; listening to her steady breathing; and enjoying the fact that she was his, and his alone.
Donna wiped her mouth for the third time that morning. Flushing the toilet, she was never so grateful for the cool porcelain on the side.
She really couldn't wait for 8 months to pass, because morning sickness sucked. She had taken every remedy she had read about, but nothing worked; even in the TARDIS, the police box that traveled all of time and space had nothing to cure her vomiting everything she ate. And everything she didn't eat.
The Doctor, thankfully, was not the kind of man that would have left her alone to her own devices. No, he was different, even now he was there next to her on the floor of their bathroom, rubbing her back with one hand and holding her hair aside with the other.
She figured the Doctor was at her side because he surely didn't want a hormonal, pregnant woman cursing and throwing slaps his way. And she loved him more for that.
Donna was also glad that her family had accepted this pregnancy, even though the Doctor was not human, and they were not married. Not that the Doctor didn't ask her to marry him, he did; several times and every time she declined; telling him that with this baby, she had domesticated him enough. They didn't need to be married to raise a child, plus people were still believing they were married everywhere they went, she supposed a piece of paper telling they were married would be pretty useless.
So here they were, sitting on the floor, her head against the side of the toilet, hoping that the wave of her morning sickness was done for the day.
"You okay?" The Doctor asked, kissing the back of her neck.
"Uhh, for now." Donna replied smacking her lips against the vile taste in her mouth.
They stood up together, Donna turning on the water and starting brushing her teeth as the Doctor was running his fingers through his hair; trying to get to spiky mess to behave.
"I know…" Donna said with a mouthful of toothpaste and saliva, she spit in the sink, "I should get dressed, but I don't want to." There was a trace of a pout on her lips before she continued to clean her teeth.
The Doctor stopped fussing with his hair and placed a hand on her back, "But, if you don't get dress, then I can't give you your surprise."
Donna's right eyebrow arched, "Surprise?" She spit once more, "What kind of surprise?"
The Doctor chuckled at the sight of her.
She was clad in purple pajamas; her red hair recently tussled from her onslaught of morning sickness, a trail of white foam coming from the corner of her mouth.
"If I told you," He turned her to face him; his thumb wiping away the line of froth and washing it away underneath the stream of water, "it wouldn't be a surprise."
Donna mumbled something and gargled a handful of water.
The Doctor smiled, he knew that she didn't like it when she was kept in the dark; and he knew that he was enjoying this far too much, but he didn't care. It was fun.
"What was that?" He asked.
She shook her head, "Nothing." And said nothing else.
"Well, I'm going to set the coordinates; you get dressed and meet me in the console room, okay?" The Doctor said, as he checked himself over once more in the mirror; pulling the ends of the blue jacket.
Donna sighed dramatically, "Fine, but I swear if this surprise consists of us spending time in an alien prison, I'm going to seriously hurt you."
"Hey, that was not my fault, besides; that was kind of fun!" He winked at her.
She rolled her eyes at him, "Well, never mind all that; get going." She shooed him out of the bathroom, with her at his heels.
The Doctor turned around and kissed her, "I love you, you know."
Donna smiled and gave him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth, "Not as much as I love you."
"I don't think that's possible." The Doctor said, shaking his head.
"Are you going to let me get dressed or not?"
"I could help." The Doctor told her, wagging his eyebrows.
Donna sighed, "Just set the controls."
"Fine, fine." The Doctor said, going over to the door and taking one last look at Donna as she pulled her shirt over her head, he smiled before leaving their room.
With his hands in his pockets, the Doctor went over and stood over to the controls; he pressed a button and twisted a knob; humming lightly to himself; his mind was wondering his thoughts, hoping that Donna was going to like the all day spa that he was taking her to.
He was so busy thinking about Donna and his great idea that he didn't notice that instead of twisting the third handle he accidentally hit the grey lever.
The TARDIS suddenly went into complete chaos; alarms and buzzers sounded and the TARDIS shook violently, sending the Doctor back against the yellow jump seat; and then fiercely tossed him back up onto the controls.
With quick fingers and a cool head, the Doctor flipped and twisted and pushed until his ship returned to normal.
Swallowing, the Doctor ran his hand through his hair, this time it was because of relief.
"I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention….yes I know, you're right." The Doctor said, "Yes, I know, geez, you're beginning to sound like Donna."
The Doctor scoffed with a smile on his face, "Your welcome."
The TARDIS beeped and the Doctor lifted his head, "What's wrong?" He asked his ship, her demeanor had changed drastically; she was sending him Donna's name into his mind and the Doctor began to panic slightly.
Making sure that the TARDIS was safely in the vortex, the Doctor ran back to their bedroom, "Donna!"
Bursting through the door, he found Donna on her back, unconscious on the floor.
"Donna?" The Doctor knelt down next to her, his hands framing her face, there was a slightly bump on her forehead.
"Donna, sweetheart; wake up." He shook her softly, feeling for her pulse, it was there; and was steady. Her breathing was normal.
When she still refused to wake, the Doctor lifted her into his arms, her head rolling almost lifelessly onto his shoulder. His breath shuddered as his grip on her tightened a bit, shifting her; he managed to walk out into the hall and make his way to the infirmary; which thankfully, the TARDIS had conveniently arranged just adjacent to their room.
He placed her on one of the beds that was closet to him as he entered the med-bay, she had managed to get out of her shirt and that was all, he took a blanket from the cabinet and placed it over her; covering her bare chest.
Worry mounted within him, he had to make sure that all was well with her, and with their baby. It looked as if she had managed to only hit her head, which didn't look bad but still had managed to knock her out considerably.
Running over her body with the sonic screwdriver, nothing came up that was potentially a danger to her; he blew out another breath of relief; before he caressed her cheek, "Donna, honey, wake up."
She moaned softly this time, her eyes fluttered for a moment before they stared up at him.
"Hello."
The Doctor smiled, "Hello, are you alright?"
Her blue eyes twinkled in the florescent lighting; "I think so. What happened?"
"You hit your head, on the bureau I think." The Doctor touched the bump lightly and apologized when she winced.
Donna nodded, she felt the pain and understood that she was being treated for the injuries.
"Okay, well, uh; c—c-could you tell me something?"
The Doctor nodded, a smile etched on his face; just happy that she was alright; bruised but fine.
"Of course."
"Who are you?"
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