Part 12 [aka Part 3 - the Doctor's POV]

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They'd ran from the reception, giggling with delight when they'd emerged from the lift, raced down the corridor and burst through the door to Donna's hotel bedroom. It had been a thrilling run for the pair of them. That was one of the things he loved liked about Donna; that she would run with him.

Okay, she didn't always have the breasts... I mean... breath for it, like at that moment because her corset was giving her jip. She gesticulated at him wildly to unzip her bridesmaid dress, and he willingly obliged. He didn't question himself as to why he was willing to release her from her dress. He didn't right up to the moment he realised she was starting to peel it off in front of him! His hearts beat madly in his chest in anticipation and embarrassment that he was feeling that way. He tried turning gentlemanly around but he could still see her reflected in the television, taunting him with her seductive movements. Well, they looked seductive to him, despite her not looking at him. "You could have warned me," he sulkily pouted in defence.

Donna chuckled at his demise. The minx! "You've seen more than this. Why the sudden need to go coy on me?"

He turned then to face her, feeling the increasing need to (what was the word?) defend himself. Yes that was it. "Because..," he began to answer. Well blow him if she wasn't in her ivory underwear and matching stockings! All luscious and curvaceous… and things. His body decided to gain interest at this point, at an alarming rate. He only just got out the command 'STOP!' "… that was different. You virtually thrust your naked body upon me yesterday. Not that I'm saying yours is a horrible body… or that I didn't want to look…" He knew he was bumbling, but he couldn't help it as his gaze slipped down to her cleavage and fought hard to get back up again to her face. It had taken all his mental effort to do so. "But you know what I mean," he ended lamely. She was going to kill him for ogling her; any moment now! So he smiled his whimsiest smile to ward off the blow.

Something had spooked her because she pointed and made off towards the bathroom. "I'd better grab the dressing gown, and then we can talk, Spaceman," she said hesitantly. "You do want us to talk about this, don't you?" she asked as she took a step away from him.

'No! Whatever makes you think I want to discuss this? Surely you can see I'm falling apart here? Or maybe not considering how you're looking at me.' The Doctor perched himself on the edge of the bed, and frowned as best he could. "What exactly are we talking about this time? Has something happened I don't know about?

Donna reappeared from the bathroom wearing the bathrobe and then crossed the room to sit next to him. "I should hope you do know otherwise someone is going around doing an awfully good impersonation of you! I'm referring to our fake wedding. What are we going to do about it? Or don't you care what your friends think?" 'Erm... Consummate it? In a totally non-fake sort of way. Please? Or perhaps we could... Oops! Got to pay attention properly now.'

Pouting slightly, he quickly replied, "I do! Just not all the time; and Donna," he paused, needing to hold her hand in his, "does it really matter what they think? We know the truth. It's just another anecdote for us to add to our 'great big book of times we were mistaken for a married couple'." Nope, just holding her hand wasn't enough; he needed to touch her a bit more so he raised his free hand to remove a stray wisp of hair from her face. "Nothing more, nothing less." His body started that thing again. That annoying thing where it yelled 'KISS HER!' He was going to have words with himself later for dereliction of duty!

She trembled before replying, "But Doctor, Martha has this idea that we keep…"

'Kissing? Fondling each other? Making each other scream in ecstasy? And why the heck can't I stop thinking about you and me and... On a waterbed of all places!' "We keep what?" he asked as calmly as he could.

'Oh no! She was going to cry! Please don't cry, Donna. I'll be even more tempted to take you in my arms and... And show myself up, basically.' "She thinks I'm a nymphomaniac!" she tearfully got out.

'Nope, not making the most of this opportunity in the slightest… just a bit… maybe.' "Oh Donna!" he cried, and pulled her surreptitiously into his embrace. "I'm sure she thinks nothing of the sort," he consoled her. He nuzzled his cheek against her head and tenderly stroked her hair. For purely consoling means, of course, and for no personal benefits. Ah, she smelt lovely! And her hair was so soft as he caressed his way down it, with its wonderful gingerness and essence of vanilla wafting up to tease him. Yes, it was all her hair's fault, now that he thought about it. Though it was best not to think about it...

"She does! I saw how she looked at us. She probably thinks we're up to all sorts of kinky stuff right this second." Donna sobbed in his arms. Well that just asked for a special squeeze and cuddle from him, didn't it?

He gave a chuckle of delight. "What sort of kinky things do you think she suspects us of?" 'Hopefully nothing involving swinging from the chandelier; I gave all that up centuries ago. Now if you fancy being covered in chocolate and banana sauce...'

"Me as some sort of sex slave doing the Dance of the Seven Veils before being tied to the bed," she mused, smiling and wiping her eyes. 'Hmm, veils could work quite nicely. Especially when you get down to the very last one and all that's left is flimsy material covering your delicious breasts. STOP THINKING ABOUT THE SHOWER! And while you're at it, STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT BLOODY VEIL! Try...ooh I dunno...that revealing purple dress?'

"Like in Pompeii?" he asked, brightening up. "That was a very fetching outfit." Seeing her arch an eyebrow in question, he added, "But not as lovely as your bridesmaid dress."

'Phew! That was a close one.' "Did you really like it?" she quizzed him.

'Oh my love! You don't believe me, do you? I can see I'm going to have to convince you how beautiful you are.' "Like isn't a strong enough word. I thought you outshone the bride," he reluctantly admitted.

She scoffed at him, and then batted at his chest, though it was a bit feeble. "Geroff! Nobody could look better than Martha does."

Right! That did it! He wasn't having her go around thinking what plainly wasn't true. He cradled her face in his hands, and sincerely told her, "Believe me when I tell you, Donna Noble, you are beautiful." He placed a kiss carefully on her forehead. The urge was to do so much more, but he held himself back.

She scornfully watched him. "Oh I see! I've become a pseudo daughter, have I?"

'If so, then I'm having incestuous thoughts. Come here and let me prove otherwise, gorgeous!' He grinned in amusement at her. "No, I don't think of you as a daughter. You're my friend; my best friend," he said. He placed a kiss on her cheek this time.

She laughed, to his delight, and then said, "Now I've become a maiden aunt! I really can't win here."

'Ooh, a challenge. Now how can I make you feel exactly what I want you to feel?' "Then I'll have to change the position to prove you have," he near whispered, and moved closer still to place what he hopefully would be considered a chaste kiss directly on her lips. He liked it so much he considered doing it again. In the next few seconds if he could get away with it.

"That's better," she muttered just as he did so again, catching her unawares.

'You're liking this, you little minx! I can feel you giggling beneath me, setting me on fire. I'll show you!' He kept his lips there to tease her. 'Oh Rassilon! You're kissing back. You won't win this little game.' He carried on thinking that as they continued to give each other little pecks that grew longer with each placement. 'You won't win this game at all, until I have finished enjoying this.' Their kisses grew into proper kisses shared with enjoyment. When they broke apart they rested their foreheads together, smirking.

"Are we allowed to do that?" Donna asked fretfully. 'Too bloody right we are! In fact we're allowed to go much further. Some base or other, I think Americans might say. I'd much rather be bowled out for a maiden! Ha ha. And definitely no sticky wickets! Okay, must stop thinking of bad cricket puns now.'

"I don't see why not. They do think we are married after all," the Doctor replied. Should he risk an eyebrow waggle?

"Yes, we have all the markings of a married couple. We share the odd kiss and never have sex." she agreed.

"It's a hard job, but somebody has got to do it." The Doctor felt he could risk an eyebrow waggle at her now. "Do you fancy having some more not-having-sex?" 'Working our way quickly onto the real stuff; when you feel like it, obviously. I'm not trying to force you into anything. Unless you're into bondage, in which case you might like being forced into something. And, oh my god; I'm allowed to think about the shower finally!'

Donna pretended to think it over. "Yeah, go on; you've talked me into it." 'Yippee! Some delicious non-sex coming right up! Okay, bad choice of words that. Body! Keep it down. I'll let you know when.'

This needed careful manipulation; preferably in a reclining position. So he leaned them back down onto the bed. The Doctor and the Donna. No, that didn't sound right. Hmm, what should he call her? 'Busty' sprang to mind. Not sure that would be a good idea. Not very PC. "Have you thought of a title yet?" he asked her.

He tried to stop her from sitting up again. "What are we doing? Thinking of our autobiographies or something?" she wondered.

'Who cares? Come here and let me ravish you, woman!' "Your title if you're are supposed to be my wife," he clarified, gently tipping her back down onto the pillows once more.

"Oh, that! I was thinking Mrs Donna Depp." She smiled sweetly at him. She had the cheek to think it funny!

'Him! Bloody him!' "Johnny Depp. Again!" he whined after groaning.

"And why not if I've got to pretend to be married to someone," she reasoned. She stroked his sideburn with a consoling touch, causing all sorts of sensations to cascade through his mind. "Or do you think I should seriously come up with a title for being your wife?"

'Hmm; wife! I like the sound of that more by the minute.' He drew her further into his embrace, shifting position slightly on the bed as he did so. "I think it would help, especially as you said you'd be travelling with me forever."

"So I did," she agreed, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing his face nearer still. 'That's it, come to the Doctor.' "Does that worry you?" 'Only if you don't kiss me again.'

"No, not unless it worries you. I'm quite happy with the thought of being able to do this…," he said sultrily. He kissed her tenderly; very tenderly. 'This is good! This is oh so good!'

He pressed against her lips with his tongue and she opened to him. Oh Rassilon! She tasted fantastic! How could he pass this off if she didn't like it? Would she buy friends-with-benefits? He just knew that he wanted more of this; more of her. Without realising it he had moved his body, settling between her legs, as he deepened their kiss; sweeping his tongue over hers; relishing in her taste. He wanted this moment to go on for ever!

And at that moment the phone rang, ruining everything. The Doctor felt anger swell up in him. "What?" he exclaimed, and petulantly lifted the receiver to demand, "Yes?"

Martha was on the other end of the line, gabbling on about needing Donna to do bridesmaid duties. Oh for the love of…! To say he reacted badly was an understatement. Right at that second he could have cheerfully throttled Martha. In hindsight perhaps he shouldn't have yelled at her, "What do you think we were doing? We're lying here enjoying ourselves and you have just interrupted us!" because Donna looked flabbergasted at that. And adding, "Donna and I were in the middle of… of… something important here," probably wasn't much better.

The next thing he knew, Donna was telling Martha she'd get dressed and be right down. Right down! Hell's bells this wasn't fair! "I'm sorry, it looks like we'll have to do this another time," she told him. He could tell she was holding in a giggle, but he couldn't help how crestfallen he looked. He felt bereft! This opportunity was disappearing fast.

'This is so not fair! I was enjoying this; us!' "Who do you have to dance with? Anyone in particular?" he asked. 'You'd better not be thinking of someone else. You're mine now!'

She turned a teasing smile on him. "I'd assume it has to be you, oh pretend-husband of mine. But if you want to bail I'll get someone like Jack up instead." What?

That really did it! He was fuming! "I don't think so! And certainly not without me doing this first." 'Jack indeed! He certainly can't do this to you…!' And with that he forced her to give him a searing kiss that did things other kisses couldn't reach. This was turning out to be a good day. Oh yes!

Now, if he could just work out how to keep her in the bedroom… Bugger!