My Girl, My Guy
With a pile of folded towels in her arms, Donna walked into the Doctor's bedroom (familiar territory now that they'd agreed to date), heading for his en-suite bathroom. At the sound of running water in the shower, she stopped with her hand on the doorknob. 'Oh, guess he's taking a shower.' She thought, turning to place the towels on the bed instead.
As she placed the items on the duvet, the Doctor started singing. Donna's eyes widened, and she froze. 'No way, he's not actually singing, is he?'
"I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day…"
'Oh no.' she tried to contain her laughter, covering her mouth with her fingertips as he sang with the gusto and fervor of a performer.
"When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May."
'I wonder if he's dancing in there.' She tiptoed back over to the door, placing her hand delicately on the knob and listening with an ear pressed to the door; she turned the knob slowly without making a sound.
"I guess you'd say, what can make me feel with way?"
She was going to crack the door open to get a peek at him, but before she could, he sang out the next lyrics.
"Donna. Donna. Donna… Talkin' bout, Donaaa."
Her hand returned to her side as the other covered her heart, 'Bless. He sings about me in the shower. That daft old Martian.' She shook her head and happily listened to the rest of the song. When the water turned off, she crept swiftly out of the room and to the kitchen. He was always hungry after a shower, so she decided to make a quick little something for him to devour.
With knife in hand, she slathered on the mayonnaise in a thin layer on one slice of bread, whistling a song called My Guy as she assembled the Doctor's sandwich, licking a spot of mayo off her thumb. As she sliced and layered, she swayed her hips and bobbed her head, the melody flowing through her even as she put the jar of mayo back in the fridge. As she stretched to retrieve a clean plate, the Doctor abandoned his unobserved place in the doorway and came up from behind to take her around the waist. She let go of the plate without fear as it was only wedged out a little bit, and turned to face him, bringing them nearly nose to nose with each other.
"You heard me in that shower, didn't you?" he spoke in smooth, playful tones.
She let a small giggle escape her throat as she grinned, "I don't know what you're talking about."
He squeezed her a little tighter, putting his forehead against hers, "I think you do."
She shook her head vaguely, eyes trained on his lips.
"Come now Donna Noble, you're not a very good liar." He said distractedly, beginning to sway softly with her in his embrace. He pulled her head onto his shoulder.
"I'll never tell." She vowed, smiling contently as she heard the Doctor start to hum the same song from the shower.
He kissed the top of her head after a few verses. "You're my girl, Donna, my Earthgirl."
She sighed happily, "I know, and you're my guy." She kissed him quickly on the lips just as his tummy rumbled. She smirked knowingly and turned from him for a moment to retrieve the plate from the cupboard, placing the sandwich in the center. She turned back around to face him with the plate balanced on her palm in front of his face.
He was surprised, thinking it was something she'd prepared for herself, not him. She winked seeing his touched expression, pushing the sandwich in his direction with a small thrust. "For my guy."
He took the plate and leaned forward to kiss her, not passionately, but longer than the one she gave him, and with as much meaning. He grinned, looking down at her, "For my girl."
He took her hand and led them over to the table. He took up half the sandwich and then slid the plate in her direction with the other half still on it. She held the half to him, inviting him to mirror her gesture. He met hers with his own, and they silently toasted their blooming relationship.