In celebration of tomorrows brand new chapter of Metamorphosis, I thought you'd like some Mummy On The Orient Express-based smut :) Spoilers and things, hope you'll enjoy some more Danni/Twelve!

SMUT WARNING :P

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Danni stood at the window, small cocktail glass in hand as she looked out into the space outside. It was always so calming, everything stretched out for infinity in front of her, nothing anywhere near them, something about that just relaxed her.

It was a strange setting for the Doctor to choose, if she was honest, but she didn't mind. His Eleventh self had decided to deter going onto the Orient Express in space and take her and the Ponds to a desert city instead. What was that placed called again…

"Where did you take me and the Ponds instead of here?" She asked the Doctor, who was looking particularly dapper in his suit and tie. He looked wonderful all the time, but he really suited the outfit he'd chosen for this event. She'd opted for the same outfit she'd worn when meeting Agatha Christie, black and silver with a black headband and feather, in memory of Donna. Sometimes she remembered she wasn't going to jump back and see her friends again so she liked to cheer herself up by wearing things she had with them. It was her own little reminder, "You know, the desert planet?" He looked down at her out of the corner of her eye for a moment.

"No idea." He replied shortly and she sighed in exasperation. She still wasn't sure if he was doing that because he genuinely didn't remember, or just so he didn't talk about his previous body, "Do you think Clara will leave?"

"No." She told him firmly, truly believing that. She smiled up at him as he stared back, startled slightly by her quick response. She then looked back outside, "Who could give you up?" She muttered and he smirked to himself, even as her face took on a more troubled look.

She hadn't told him how she was thinking of staying with Clara permanently. She was seriously doubting that they could ever patch up their disaster of relationship, and she really loved him too much to be 'just a companion'. She needed to be happy, and so did he.

"I think," She started, taking another sip of her cocktail, "I might join Clara." Clara had headed to her compartment a little bit earlier, leaving the two alone. Danni pushed onto her tiptoes and placed a kiss against his cheek, "Goodnight, sweetie." She turned to walk away only for him to grab her arm.

"Danielle…" She turned, looking almost expectantly at him, wanting him more than anything to just say something. 'Please spend the night in my compartment'. 'I love you more than anything'. Even just 'stay a little longer'. Instead, he let go, his hand falling to his side as his did, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." She whispered sadly in reply, heading out into the next carriage. Their room wasn't too far away from the dining cart, and soon she was opening the door to Clara, who was already in her pyjamas. The brunette smiled brightly at the sight of her, which made Danni feel slightly better. At least someone was happy to see her.

"Are you coming to get your bag?" Clara asked and Danni shook her head, shutting the door behind her.

"Nope." She replied sadly, "You're stuck with me for the night." She walked over to the bed, sitting down with a sigh and pulling her headband off, chucking it next to her, "It's not going to happen, is it? My marriage is over." Clara sat next to her, putting her arm around her shoulders and pulling her against her, letting Danni's head fall on her shoulder.

"You don't know that." Clara tried to reassure her, "He might just be really shy." Danni shot her a look at that, knowing Clara didn't believe it in a second. She then looked down at hand, at her empty ring finger.

"I can't go back, can I?" She whispered and Clara shook her head, pulling her in for a hug.

"Oh, sweetie." She shushed gently, rocking her slightly as Danni clung to her, "You'll always have me." Danni chuckled through her tears and Clara hugged her harder, something digging into the ginger girl's back. She pulled away, frowning as she saw the phone in Clara's hand.

"Were you calling Danny?" She asked, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and smudging her makeup.

"It's not important." Clara dismissed, standing up and heading to Danni's small bag, "Let's get you into your pyjamas and get you a nice cup of tea." Danni smiled, hiccupping slightly.

"What did I do to deserve you, Clara Oswald?" She asked as Clara chucked her red pyjamas at her, not commenting on the fact she knew they were her 'Doctor pyjamas'.

"Something wonderful, I should expect." Clara replied with a cheeky grin and Danni laughed.

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"I'll go, you don't have to." Clara insisted but Danni was already heading to the door, still in her pyjamas.

"It's your compartment, Clara." Danni replied, "I'll go for a walk or something. Ring your boyfriend, I'm sure he's waiting." A little, secret smile appeared on Clara's face, because she knew Danny was waiting for her and that just sealed it for Danni, "I'll see you soon, sweetie."

"Okay. Be careful. Anything happens, come straight back." Clara warned and Danni rolled her eyes.

"Yes, mum." She moaned teasingly before heading out, shutting the door behind her and glancing at the next door, the one just up from them where she knew the Doctor was staying. She really didn't want to wander about, and she knew that he wouldn't be in there yet. It was only early, and he'd only head there when he didn't want to make people suspicious about him not sleeping. She peeked in the small window, and sure enough no one was there. She could hide in there for a while, right?

Of course she could. Still, she glanced down each way of the corridor before quickly diving in, closing the door quietly behind her, pulling the blind down so no one could see her in there. She shouldn't have felt so naughty hiding in her husband's room, but it felt like she was breaking some sort of rule and it was making her slightly giddy.

The first thing she noticed was how the compartment was slightly nicer, feeling a bit offended on Clara's behalf that he'd gotten himself a nicer place to stay. The next was his normal jacket hanging from the coat stand in the corner. She walked over and ran her hand over the fabric slowly before leaning in to sniff it. It smelt just like him, almost identical to Eleven except with the addition of a faint hint of aftershave. This body would never let himself gain the facial hair Eleven had.

She let it go, making herself sad again. Eleven would be horrified to know how their relationship had almost completely disintegrated. She wasn't big headed, but she knew he had loved her and to know that had seemed to have disappeared…

The door opened and she spun, alarmed to see the Doctor stood there, also surprised to see Danni in his room. She stepped away from his coat, hoping he hadn't seen her sniffing his clothes like a weirdo.

"Clara!" She exclaimed suddenly, which obviously confused him more and she blushed, looking down, embarrassed, "Clara's on the phone to Danny, I thought I could hide here until she was done because you weren't here." She mumbled.

The Doctor didn't reply immediately, everything he wanted to say died on his lips when he noticed what she was wearing. Those red pyjamas. They weren't a 'sexy' pair, in fact they hid her figure quite efficiently as they were baggy and square-shaped, dropping straight down. Oh, but those pyjamas. Images of them together flashed through his mind, of him fumbling with the buttons to get them off, of her stood there in only the top, shining with the afterglow of their activities. They'd been on the floor when she'd disappeared on their wedding night, having not cleared them away from the last night she'd spent in his arms.

"You're… you're wearing the pyjamas." He stated quietly and she glanced down, pulling at the hem of the top nervously.

"Yeah, well, I thought it'd be nice to pack them." She explained quietly, wondering if he was unhappy with her for it. He didn't mention that fact her dress had been the same as Donna's, he very rarely mentioned her appearance at all, actually.

She certainly wasn't expecting him to stride over and pull her against him, lips on hers as he almost lifted her off the floor, pressing her against the wall hungrily. It was like he couldn't make up his mind, one moment his lips were moving in harmony with hers, then he'd pull her lip between his and suck on it gently, then he'd battle her tongue with his own. Her skin tingled, and the muscles in her stomach tightened in anticipation and even though she knew better, she just didn't want to stop.

"You feel so delectable, Danielle." He muttered in her ear, his hand clutching at her backside, groaning into her skin, "Those pyjamas…" He couldn't continue his train of thoughts, his hands busy undoing the buttons and he had to focus on that. He had to get her undressed, he needed to touch her again.

The moment he could, he dipped his head and took her nipple in his mouth, nipping and sucking as he felt the flesh move underneath his lips. Her hands fell onto his shoulders, fingers digging in.

"No." She whispered so quietly he didn't think he'd heard it at first, "No, please, stop." He backed away slowly, straightening to see her in tears, shaking her head, "I… I can't do this anymore." He jumped back as if she was on fire as she pulled the top tightly around her, "I'm sorry, I can't…"

"No, no, quite right." He replied, clearing his throat and trying to not look as terrified as he felt at her upset state. He should be able to control himself better than that, "If you're not comfortable…"

"I don't think we should travel together anymore." She interrupted him while she still had the nerve to and he took another step back, this time wounded but she couldn't look at him. She always felt so good in his arms, not just in a pleasure-seeking way but she felt safe and secure, but something would happen, something always happened and it'd go away and as she felt his hands travelling across her skin, she knew she couldn't survive being hurt like that again. She pushed off the wall, "I'm… I'm sorry, I have to go." She made a dash for the door, hoping to heaven to Clara wasn't still on the phone but the Doctor stood in front of it, blocking her escape.

"No." He stated firmly.

"Please let me out." She whimpered and he shook his head.

"No." He repeated, "If you think I'm letting you go, you obviously don't know me as well as you think you do."

"No, I don't." She agreed, "Not anymore. I feel like I've lost you completely."

"I'm right here." He insisted, jabbing himself in the chest, "Right in front of you, it's where I have always been."

"You don't even want me sleeping in the same bed as you, and you don't sleep!" She replied.

"You're the one who decided to bunk up with Miss Oswald." The Doctor retorted, "That's not my fault."

"You see?" She snapped, "This is the problem. I shouldn't be confused about where my husband wants me to sleep. I should know that you want me with you, but I don't."

"Of course I do." He snapped right back, "What happened when I regenerated, did you hit your head?" Her eyes narrowed, all of her heartache turning to anger and she reached up, slapping him hard.

"Don't you dare insult me." She snarled, "Don't you dare mock me."

"I'm not." He insisted, "I wouldn't. You're not listening to me, I've never said I didn't want you."

"You've never said you do." She retorted, "I've had you tell me not to hold your hand, or not to kiss you in public, but not that you want me."

"Of course I want you." He argued angrily, pointing behind her, "I want you against that wall, then on that bed and then, when we're done, I want you back on the TARDIS and I never want you to leave again."

"Good." She shouted back, "Because that's what I want too."

"Good." He snapped before deflating slightly, "That's… that's very good." They stared at each other, then they were back where they'd left off, the Doctor massaging her chest as their tongues battled, Danni's hands fumbling with his belt. He helped push her top off, then shoved her pyjamas bottoms to the floor, running a hand up her thigh until he roughly grabbed her arse, lifting her up and entering her swiftly. She clung to him, her fingers clutching at the back of his suit jacket as he took out his frustration on her, hand, fast thrusts as she rocked her hips to keep up. His tongue left wet trails on her skins as she gasped and whimpered, his name breaking from her lips as the sweat built up on his skin.

His grip tightening on her arse was the only warning she got, but she knew what to do, wrapping her legs around his waist, crushing her lips against his as he quickly turned them both, taking the two or three steps towards the bed where he dropped her, quickly climbing back on top of her and thrusting back into his rightful place, cursing at the wet warmness that met him. He continued his fast past, before deciding it still wasn't enough and he flipped them over so she was on top.

She planted her hands on either side of his shoulders, leaning over as she rocked her hips, trying to match the pace he'd been at, panting and moaning incoherently as each movement had him hitting somewhere inside her that was making her body sing. His hands clutched as her hips as he was mesmerised by her form above him.

"Danielle." He groaned, "Are you there, Danielle?" She nodded, falling forward so their chests were pushed together, "Come for me, only me." He commanded, voice hard and desperate at the same time. He felt it, the way her body clamped down around him as she cried his name, her face contorting in sheer bliss that he'd brought from her and he swore, joining her only moments later, riding the aftershocks of her orgasm as his was ripped out of him.

He gently helped her off him, a large spike of smug pride at how shaky she was because of him, laying her down as their hearts began to slowly return to their normal paces, Danielle curling up against him, head on his chest, listening to the four-beat rhythm.

"So?" She asked, looking up at him, a cheeky smile on her face, "Tell me, do you really think nothing is going on?" He looked down at her, confused for a moment.

"It's nothing. Nothing. Definitely. Sure. Ninety nine percent sure." He dismissed, glancing at the door.

"Really?" She asked sceptically, "Ninety nine percent sure?" He nodded, then looked slightly unsure of his own declaration. Ninety nine percent did seem a bit high, didn't it? Could anyone be ninety nine percent sure of anything?

"Okay, okay. Seventy five." He conceded and her eyebrow raised as she studied his face. Maybe he'd jumped a little too much, he'd just lost twenty four percent, which was quite a lot.

"Seventy five?" She repeated, "So, you don't want to go check it out? Make sure nothing is going on?" He opened his mouth to defend himself when he saw the look in her eye, the glint of anticipation that he'd not seen there in a while. She was intrigued, excited even by the idea, looking forward for the adventure they might experience.

"It might be a good idea." He replied with a smirk, "Because you know what this sounds like, don't you?" She shook her head.

"No, tell me." She asked eagerly and he pushed himself up into a sitting position, his mind now whirling around as he considered the small amount of information he had about the death of the old woman. He then met her gaze, wording it just write to make sure she was too tempted to change her mind, "A mummy that only the victim can see." She pushed herself up, sitting on her heels, still completely naked.

"Well," She drawled, "How can a girl refuse?" He grinned as she beamed at him and they scrambled off the bed, quickly scooping up her pyjamas so she could chuck them on, then they headed into the hallway.