Summary: A fluffy moment inside yet another cell.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, right! How many more times…!
Chapter 6 - Swinging Time
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Donna was nestled up against the Doctor as she woke from a brief sleep.
"Are we still here? I was hoping it had been a bad dream." She sleepily eyed him and snuggled back into his warm embrace.
"'Fraid so," he confirmed. "Here on the wonderful planet Erascon."
Donna lifted her head and surveyed the cell they were sat in. It had all the usual: a dismally painted door, a flipping big lock, depressing walls, a table pretending to be a bed, a window only a mouse could climb up to and crawl out of, and a toilet pan of some sort that normally wouldn't be seen outside of a Northern France motorway stop-off! All those little thoughtful things that impressed Donna so much. Yeah!
"With it's equally wonderful hospitality suite. You really must give me the address of the person responsible so that I can send them a 'Thank you' note," Donna sarcastically told him.
The Doctor chuckled, and gave her a squeeze, "I've been in worse."
"I'm sure you have!" she agreed. "You'd think you would have worked out how to order ahead when we visit places."
"Where's the fun in that!" he mildly protested. He lifted one hand and gently stroked her cheek, "I wasn't the one that did anything wrong this time, was I?"
"Okay, I was the one that…," she gave him a giggle, "…was very naughty this time!"
"I'll say you were!" he reached down the few centimetres between them to press his lips against hers. "You were the one that jumped me in public," he murmured next to her mouth.
"You what?" she snorted. "I think you slightly misread that!" she drew back and did a pretend glare. "For your information I kissed you, and I might have swung my hand closer to your bum than I should have done."
"Swung?" he looked at her incredulously. "Since when did swinging your hand also mean making contact in that way?"
"Now you're making it sound wrong, when all I did was… maybe… squeeze you… just a bit," she laughed, feeling she might be losing this argument.
"Squeeze? Are you sure you want to stick with that word?" he teased, now that he smelt 'blood'.
"All right! I didn't just squeeze; I added in a fondle," she admitted reluctantly.
"You certainly did!" he grinned broad and smugly at her.
"Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?" she quizzed him, lifting herself to try and get a height advantage.
"Oh no! in fact I enjoyed it enormously; enough to let you do it again," he gave her a little eyebrow waggle.
"What else do you want me to do again, so that I know what to add to the list?" she wiggled her nose at him.
"Hmm…," he drew her lips closer to him again. "What would you say to a skimpy nightdress?"
"Er… Hello skimpy nightdress?" she mused.
The Doctor roared with laughter. When he calmed down he began to place small delicate kisses from her ear to her mouth. "You are the most brilliant, gorgeous, sexy,…"
The cell door clanged open, and a Erasconian guard barked at them, "Time to go!"
"Typical! Just when I was starting to enjoy myself!" Donna tutted for the Doctor to hear.
They shared a brief kiss, got up, and left the cell holding hands.
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