So... this was supposed to be a quick convo with Lisa (The Controller from Bad Wolf for those who may not have seen that in the main fic), then onto one of River's trips out with the Doctor and Danni. Ended up being a conversation then a whole lotta smut. What can I say, obviously the Doctor hasn't been getting any recently :P
As always written and quickly chucked up. Review and let me know what you think. Or don't. Up to you what you do with your life.
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Danni turned on the sofa as Eleven bounded into the entertainment room, grinning from ear to ear as he rushed over and flopped onto the sofa, making her bounce. She held her finger to her lips, nodding pointedly at the phone she had pressed against her ear.
"Wait, hold on a second." She exclaimed with huge enthusiasm, "You read the entire book?" The Doctor shifted closer, leaning in to listen to the happy ramblings on the other end. He smiled bitter sweetly, he knew who that was, "But that book is like, 200 pages long!"
"223!" The childlike female voice exclaimed on the other side, "I can't wait to read the next one! Mrs Jackie says we can do it next..." There was a shuffling noise on the other side of the line.
"Can you please tell her to stop calling me Mrs Jackie?" Jackie Tyler demanded, "I'm sure it's putting men off, thinking I'm still married rather than widowed." Danni chuckled, not just at Jackie but at the Doctor, who was pulling his tongue out in mock distaste for Rose's Mother. Danni batted at him.
"I'll tell her, but you know it won't do any good Mrs Tyler."
"And you can stop it 'n all." Jackie grumbled as she handed the phone back to Lisa.
"Did you hear what she said?" Danni asked the young woman.
"To stop calling her Mrs Jackie." Lisa replied.
"And you know not to, right?" Danni asked with a smirk.
"I won't." Lisa replied. It was their little in-joke, finding ways to irk Jackie without making her too angry. At the moment it was Mrs Jackie. Before that had been moving everything on the kitchen counter one place down, "Is Rose there?" Danni frowned, biting her lip as she shot the Doctor a cautionary glance. He was still listening in to the conversation but suddenly had seemed to tense uncomfortably at the mention of the blonde.
"No, she and the Doctor have gone out." Danni lied with a cringe. They had thought it best not to tell Lisa and Jackie about how she jumped around the Doctor's timeline, rather that she just turned up unannounced sometimes. To try and explain why the Doctor was still there but Rose wasn't wouldn't have been easy and would have caused a lot of issues. Danni didn't want Ten hating her anymore than he already did.
"Did he leave you behind again?" Lisa asked, Jackie tutting disapprovingly in the background, "The Doctor is really mean to you." Danni shook her head, smiling apologetically at the Doctor who had shrunk away from her guiltily.
"No, he isn't." Danni defended lightly, "He's wonderful, and you know it. I just decided to give them time alone. You know what lovebirds they are." She explained jokingly, trying to cheer the Doctor up.
"It's like this book I read." Lisa agreed, "This girl, Mags, was in love with her..."
"Sweetie." Danni interrupted gently, "I'm gonna have to go now. They'll be getting back soon."
"Are you coming to visit soon?" Lisa asked hopefully and Danni nodded, despite the fact that her heart ached and Lisa couldn't see.
"As soon as possible." She promised, knowing that she couldn't ever predict when she would see the girl again, "Be good for Jackie. But not too good."
"I will. Bye Danni!"
"Bye sweetie." And she hung up, sighing and rubbing her eyes. She loved to hear from Lisa, knowing how well she had settled with Jackie was something she could say she actually changed in this universe, and something good as well. She doubted the woman would ever grow up, her stunted and abused childhood keeping her young in mind and heart, but Jackie was fiercely protective over her. Danni thought she saw her as a second chance to be a mum, and while she did an absolutely fantastic job with Rose, she pushed Lisa in slightly different ways. Lisa was still only partially sighted in one eye but Jackie had her reading all hours of the day, tried to keep her away from television but allowed Lisa her daily Simpsons fix. She was also doing loads of study from home courses that Danni had the Doctor, her Doctor anyway, help pay for. Lisa loved to learn, it seemed. Having so much information pass through her but never sticking had frustrated her so much, now she was actually learning maths and how to speak in so many different languages she could rival the TARDIS. She was healthy and happy, and it made Danni proud.
The Doctor, however, wasn't looking as happy as Danni liked him to. He had leant back against the sofa, a pensive look on his face, his arm draped across the back. Danni shifted in her seat, turning to face him and sitting cross-legged on the spongy cushion.
"What's wrong, Spaceman?" She asked, "You were very bouncy when you came in." He stared at her silently, taking in the inquisitive smile on her face, and the adorable tilt of her head. He hated hearing about his past self, because when it wasn't Danni trying to sugar coat it, it was hard to listen to. Even someone who had barely known him knew how horrid he had been to her. It wasn't 'did you turn up when they were out?', it was 'Did he leave you behind again?' And it was a completely justifiable question, because he could remember many a time he would tell her to just stay behind and not bother them. He remembered Rose protesting, but Danni agreeing to do as he asked.
He smiled warmly, reached over and pulling her up against him, leaning his face in her hair, taking a deep breath. She smelt divine, she always did. Whatever shampoo the TARDIS had chosen for her matched her perfectly.
"Theta?" She asked, concerned by how quiet he was being. Quiet Eleven was unusual and always something to look out for. It was the biting of her lip that did it for him, drew his attention from his thoughts and to her mouth. Her pouty lips, her talented tongue...
He pulled her onto his lap, tilting her head and kissed her deeply, holding her head in place with his hand on the back of her head, the other on her hip, his fingers curling against her skirt. He moved away from her lips, trailing chaste kisses down her jawline before gently leaning her back, suckling gently on her neck.
"Oh, I see..." Danni chuckled, interrupting herself with a gasp as he ran his teeth over the soft flesh in the crook of her neck, "Did my phone conversation interrupt your indecent plans?"
"Actually, I was going to suggest picking up the Ponds for a trip to the Moulin Rouge." He explained as he popped the buttons on her shirt, "This seemed like a much better idea. 27 years is an awful long time and you look particularly scrumptious today." She frowned as he leant down, placing a kiss on her left breast, just above her bra and she strained to look down at him.
"27 years?" She repeated, "Is that how long you've been on your own?" He shrugged as his hand snaked around her back, snapping the clasp of her bra open. He reached up, ready to push her top off but she wriggled out of his grasp, causing him to sigh in frustration, "Theta, is that how long you've been on your own?"
"I don't know." He snapped, "I've been busy, seeing people and visiting places and you're here now so I don't see the problem." Now seemingly angry, he pulled the shirt back together again, covering her up. He leant back, crossing his arms. She bit her lip again, this time slightly embarrassed and shamed from making him angry. Although, she didn't move off his lap.
"You've been alone longer than I've been alive." She whispered forlornly, "A whole me has grown up in the time you've been on vacation." He frowned, his anger dissipating into confusion and he leant closer to her, "The moments I have with you are tiny."
"Never." He whispered sincerely in reply, "The moments I have with you are the biggest. Everything that happens in between is just... filler."
"But you waited 27 years for me." She replied despondently and he stroked her cheek before pushing a strand of that radiant red hair behind her ear.
"I'll wait so much more." He then smirked, "Although, I'd rather that not be now." He leant in closer still, his lips dancing millimetres from hers. A surge of satisfaction shot through him as her breathing hitched, picking up as they both quickly fell back into the previous mood, "Do you want to wait, Danielle?" He asked lowly and she shook her head, her eyes dropping to his mouth. She leant forward to kiss him, but he leant back, away from her reach, "Ah, ah ah." He protested, "Do you want to wait, Danielle?"
"No." She whimpered, trying to kiss him again. This time, he happily obliged, taking hold of her firmly as he pulled her closer, falling against the back of the sofa as their lips moved in harmony. He finally pushed her top off, taking it in one hand and chucking it to the floor where it belonged. She shrugged her bra off, tossing it to the side before making fast work of his shirt, practically ripping the buttons out of their place before running her hands over his cool skin. She broke the kiss and mirrored his previous actions, suckling at his neck hungrily as he groaned. His fingers trailed their way up her thigh, fingernails scraping impatiently against her leggings until they reached the very top. He could feel her panting in anticipation against his skin and he tilted his wrist to grind the palm of his hand against her hard. She moaned against him in relief and he did it again. She began to meet his movements, face pressed into his shoulder and he was torn between continuing and letting her stand to take the leggings off. She was so expressive, she fell apart against him so easily and he felt so powerful with her. He could take her high, let her dangle precariously off the edge but never let her fall over. Or he could take her quickly, let that wave of absolute pleasure flow over her without warning. It was his choice what she felt, when she felt it and how intense she felt it.
He pulled his hand away, much to her displeasure, and almost pushed her off his lap. He stripped her, not giving her to choice to question him as he pushed the skirt, the leggings and her underwear to her ankles. He stood up, towering over her as he shed his own shirt and undid his belt to make himself a lot more comfortable.
Her skin was tinted a wonderful pink with the heat pulsating through her entire being, it becoming deeper under his imposing gaze as she felt extremely exposed. His gaze dragged up her body, drinking her in and she felt a wave of desire at the realisation that it had been 27 years for him. The dark look in his eyes, the way his pupils had almost completely taken over his eyes showed everything he wanted, and her knees felt weak under the promise.
He stepped forward, pressing one hand into the small of her back, his other hand sliding down her front as her head flew back as he fingers headed straight of their goal, two rubbing her in a delightful circular motion. Her knees gave way slightly, but his firm hold of her from behind kept her upright as he pressed her against him, working her into a begging, panting frenzy. She looked up at him and saw him watching her every movement, his lips set slightly apart, his own breathing coming out in short, sharp bursts as he drank in her reaction.
"Oh... oh fuck..." She moaned loudly as the two fingers fell away from her clit and, with a quick nudge with the side of his hand, pushed their way unabashedly into her. His thumb took over their previous position and she quickly came undone in his arms, screaming his name as she turned into a puddle of mush in his arms. He ducked his head, shushing her hoarsely as he held her until she came back down from the dizzying height. He forced her to look up at him, wanting to see the aftermath of his actions. The glow of her skin and the way her mouth was pink and slightly swollen caused him to slam his lips against hers again, backing her up against the wall, pressing against her, ensuring a constant form of contact between them as he unzipped his trousers. With a hand underneath her thigh, he lifted her leg and quickly entered her. They both moaned, Danni still so very tight from his previous ministrations and she tightly wrapped her leg around his,holding herself in place. He rocked his hips at his own rhythm, catching her wrists and pinning them above her head. Each thrust from him forced her hard against the wall, a painful ache building up in her spine at even thud that just added to the pleasure building up again inside her.
"Come on, Danni." He growled into her ear, "Let go. Please." He nipped at her lobe and soon she was falling again. A couple more thrusts and he joined her, lips pressed together as he muffled her cries.
He slowly let her go, pulling out and away, letting her settle on the floor. Immediately her spine flared up in protest as she hissed, stretching to try and pop the kinks out. That was really going to smart in the morning. Or evening, depending on how she got to live through the next day. He gently pulled her to the sofa, sitting her down before perching slightly to her side, rubbing the base of her spine in his attempt at a soothing massage.
"Sorry." He muttered apologetically, his thumbs kneading the tender flesh there. She shrugged awkwardly.
"It's fine." She reassured him, "Nothing wrong with a bit of rough."
"Danni!" He exclaimed in embarrassment and she laughed at the absurdity of his reaction.
"Oh, hush you." She mock scolded, "I'm naked and you just shagged me against the wall. No need to be shy."
"What have I done to you?" He replied teasingly, "You were so innocent when you first arrived."
"Must have corrupted me, Spaceman." She retorted and he began kissing her shoulder, licking and nipping as his hand rested on her stomach.
"I sure hope so."