Hello! This is my first attempt at writing a fic, so if you leave a review (and i hope that you do), please be kind.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.

Warning: This is chapter has ADULT themes.

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Donna's back thumped against the mattress, her hands holding firm to the face as her lips clashed with his.

She felt one of his hands move under her blouse and lift her bra to get at the warm breast waiting for him. She knew that this was wrong; to have these kinds of feelings for him was completely wrong, especially when she had ranted about him being just an alien streak of nothing.

Yet, her body betrayed her. Her skin trembled at his touch; the dampness between her legs grew as she felt the evidence of his desire press against her leg.

Donna could not deny that there had been times when she had wondered just exactly how well endowed he truly was. Those pants he wore left only so much to the imagination of a red headed temp in the loneliness of her bedroom.

He whispered her name in her ear, and she could hardly believe how beautiful it sounded coming from his lips. The two syllables pronounced with such want and longing that she was powerless to suppress another groan.

Her hands had already pushed away his suit jacket and his had removed her shirt and bra, she had to say that he was a fast worker.

The Doctor leaned over her and ran his tongue between her breasts, her body arched up and her head pressed tightly against the pillow. His long fingers traveled along the frame of her body, his thumbs caressed the hard pink nipples before moving to her back and lifting her up to him.

He was whispering her name the whole time. Her name along with other terms of endearments, some loving, others dirty.

She snaked one of her hands around his neck and held him to her as they kissed again, the other moved and rested on top of his rigid member, causing him to moan, but not break the embrace.

Feeling a bit adventures, she began to stroke him through the pinstriped trousers. Through the material, she could tell it had the definite shape like any other blokes, just a lot more thicker than she had ever been with.

The Doctor's hips began to rock in time with her ministrations, and his lips had moved to her neck, sucking and biting the skin his mouth found there.

Stopping her hand suddenly and causing the Doctor to gasp with the unexpected departure of her actions, he looked into her eyes; wondering if she had thought this was a big mistake and they should just forget this ever happened.

But, what he found was not regret, but rather the urge to take this to the next level.

They removed the rest of their clothes themselves, not wanting to delay another second with unnecessary hindrances or thought provoking chatter.

With all of their words and denials, there was only one thing that made sense in that moment: they both wanted the other and they wanted each other now.

Positioning themselves where they had began him on top and her below him; they looked into each others eyes. They were passing the point in which there was no return; no matter what path they would take in the future, nothing between them would ever be the same again.

Donna shivered slightly at the thought of what she was about to do and the look in his eyes told her that he wasn't far off from thinking the exact same thing.

She felt his hand slide between their bodies and cupped her mound, her toes curled as he stole two fingers inside of her letting them explore for a moment until he replaced them with his arousal. She only gasped once, their first joining unlike anything she had ever experienced; and she let all of those past doomed relationships be damned.

Here he was, the last of the Time Lords, the lonely god, the oncoming storm and her best mate and he had filled her with such a feeling she knew she could not have felt anywhere else.

To use the overused cliché: he completed her.

They knew that this was simply an act of guilt and reassurance.

Together they formed wave upon wave of pure and utter ecstasy, and her name still continued to reside on his lips, a mantra for him, a tether to make sure that he wasn't alone on that ship anymore, with that all consuming fear that drained him of rational thought and control. That it was his own voice that spoke her name, and no one else's.

Donna could see the tears fall from the corners of his eyes, and her fingers came up touching them lightly, tracing the trail in which they fell. She would not wipe them away, he still needed them, and she knew what a good cry could do for the soul. Of course she had never done a thing in these precise circumstances, but to each his own.

Their pace never changed, they found that there was no need to hurry, they had all the time they could ever need. Instead they simply enjoyed each other, not worrying what was going to happen later, but were living in and for the moment.

Donna sighed with contentment, closing her eyes, "I love you." She whispered.

The Doctor never faltered with his thrusts, but looked down at her with all the sincerity he had in him, "You mean that?"

She could hear the hope in his voice, and for a brief instant she wondered if he had ever made love to Rose they way they were now. He had loved Rose, he never said it aloud, but she could tell; women always can.

And yet the Doctor was hopeful. Hopeful, that she loved him every bit of him, and she was sure he loved so many others many others that had come before her. However, it was not a comment made out of the fact that she was feeling vulnerable, but that she really did have this burning affection for him. A feeling she had figurued would have been kept within her forever.

"Yes." She replied, nodding. "Do you love me?"

He kissed her, which she took as his way of saying that he did without having to say the actual words. It would figure that she would fall for a man that talked more than she did, and never said anything she wanted him to say.

"I do love you, Donna." As always, the Doctor never failed to surprise her.

They fell over the edge together, she crying out his name as he pumped his release deep inside her.

They knew going in that their relationship would change, and they admit to themselves that somewhere within they knew that it would come to this, that it would take the physical to actually disclose what was in their hearts.

And in the morning when Donna awoke from a pleasant dream, she expected to be alone, and she was.

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