Three Tries

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For a second the Doctor slumped towards her lips, losing himself in the moment before normal sense took over. "Donna!" he instantly gasped out in shock, and backed away. "What are you doing?"

So she deliberately smirked at him. Silly Spaceman pretending he didn't want her to kiss him! "Hmm. What am I doing? Good question," she pondered, placing a fingertip on her bottom lip in thought. "I think I'm thanking you for being considerate by kissing you. Would you agree?"

"I agree," he replied tightly as his inner emotions whirled. "But why?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? Last time wasn't all that great; what with the ginger beer, the anchovies and the whole almost dying bit."

"It was a detox, Donna," he corrected, as she knew he would.

"And you said you must do that again. So guess what! We just did," she told him triumphantly.

"I never…," he spluttered, so very torn.

She took pity on him. With a tender touch to his cheek, she suggested, "I've taken the first step, to break this thing between us, so now I'll leave it up to you to do the rest when you are ready."

"What thing between us?" he demanded to know.

Exasperation made her sigh and prod him indignantly in the chest. "The thing that makes everyone assume we are married, a couple or at least together. The thing that with normal people would eventually lead to us ending up in bed together, making mad, passionate love. The thing that could be bloody wonderful if you'd just let yourself enjoy it for a second and forget all that prophecy crap!" She then softened her voice to say, "The thing we could share together if you'd let us, for one moment, take a chance to grasp some happiness because I'd like to explore the thing between us… with you."

"The thing," he pathetically repeated as her words sank in to his world of denial. "It pays to have a thing. All hail the thing. You always have to respect the thing."

Donna brought her face back to his as he continued to babble on in obvious fright. "The thing will also up and leave if you're not careful. So what's it to be? Will our next kiss be the very last one, or the first of many more?" she asked as she tilted her head to line up their lips, almost touching him.

Eager to accept her invitation, he mumbled "Let's see," and dipped to join them together.