Over the next couple of days the Doctor fully recovered and returned to his usual self, except, he was the perfect host to both Donna and Martha. He cooked their meals on the beach. Once he even went as far as going out with a snorkel and a spear and coming back with fish to cook over an open flame. It couldn't get fresher than that. Martha teased Donna that it was because she'd broken her wrist and he was feeling guilty, but she assured the medic that he'd done that the last time they were there as well. She wondered if he thought that cooking on the beach for a few days would mean he didn't have to cook anything else for the entire year.
On their third morning there instead of heading out onto the beach after breakfast they headed into the sickbay. They were going to scan and then change the cast on Donna's wrist. It was easier to do with two pairs of hands so Martha was pleased that the Doctor had insisted on coming in as well as long as he didn't simply hover and worry rather than assist.
Donna sat recumbent on one of the beds and Martha pulled a table up to the side of it on which she positioned Donna's cast arm. She made sure that all of the things were ready and then she got the bone saw. She extended the cut she had already made across the outside of the cast across her hand and along the thumb spica, then she made another cut along the opposite side of the cast so that it was in two halves. She cracked it open and eased the top of the cast off and then used a pair of blunt ended scissors to cut through the internal padding material to reveal Donna's wrist. The last thing she did was cut through the tape on the finger splints and eased them off as well. Her fingers and into the back of her hand were a dark blue purple with bruising. Her wrist was still slightly puffy with swelling, but the bruising was dark around the base of her thumb and through the side of her wrist. The Doctor winced on her behalf.
"All we're going to do is ease your arm out of this cast and let it lie on a pillow so the TARDIS can do a scan in a natural position, and then we will apply a new cast for you," Martha commented.
"Is it hurting?" the Doctor checked with her.
"Not really," Donna assured him. "You don't have to fuss so much."
"Of course I do," the Doctor pouted. He went over to the pharmacy area and got a pot of thick white cream. There was an area on the outside of her hand where it looked like she might have got a bit of sand in the cast and it had rubbed the skin a little. He spread the cream over it tenderly.
"The scans are looking good," Martha confirmed. "We're going to get away with just putting another spica cast on. It can go on straight now as well," she assured Donna. "That will mean it is easier for you to start using your hand a little. You're still going to have your fingers splinted so it will be awkward for you, but once the cast is dry you'll be able to take the sling off. You'll be able to knock him around with it when he misbehaves."
"Don't tell her that," the Doctor pouted.
"Alright, Donna, we're just going to straighten your wrist out to pop the new cast on. It may be a little sore, but it's the only bit that is going to hurt," Martha warned her. She got Donna to raise her arm so it was resting on her elbow then she pulled on a thin stockinette over her arm and wrist. Her wrist seemed to have stiffened in the slightly rotated and cocked position of the first cast. "Doctor, if you could ready with the padding material it would be helpful?" Martha suggested. "I'll position her wrist if you could do the casting?"
"What colour do you want?" the Doctor asked Donna. "TARDIS blue?" he looked at her hopeful. She nodded that she'd have the blue on. He got the padding material first. Martha held her over her wrist and she carefully eased it straight. Donna closed her eyes and held her breath. Her legs bent and then straightened again as she fought against the pain moving her wrist caused.
"That is it," Martha assured her. The Doctor started to wrap the padding material around her wrist. He could go quite snug and tight now that the swelling had mostly gone down. It was only going to go down now rather than up. He went up to her knuckle line and then down to her elbow. He put additional padding around her thumb so that it wouldn't rub if she started to try and grab things despite the spica that would hold her thumb away from her hand to protect the bone at the base of it which was the one that was broken.
He then got the blue air hardening bandage and wrapped it around to form the cast. He was quick and efficient but he was gentle at the same time and Martha could see by the way he handled the material that he'd done it several times despite professing to not being a medical doctor. He folded the padding and the stockinette down at the ends of the cast and then tidied it up with strips of the casting material so the ends of her cast were protected and there were no rough edges. He then did the same with the fiddly bit around her thumb. She could bend her thumb at the first knuckle.
"Let's use a cradle splint for her fingers then when I waterproof the cast they will be okay as well?" the Doctor suggested to Martha. She nodded and he went and a wide plastic cradle splint in which her two broken fingers would fit. He'd not measured her at all but he brought back ones in the perfect size. Donna yelped as he slid them over her fingers and he apologised profusely. He taped them in place. Then helped Donna to put her arm in her sling where it would have to stay for at least two hours while the air drying cast dried completely.
"Thank you," Donna offered once it was finished. She wasn't going to lie and say that it hadn't hurt. When they had moved her wrist it had killed her and when the finger splints had been put on it had hurt then as well.
"You were brave," the Doctor commented.
"Shut up, Dumbo," Donna grumbled.
"You were," the Doctor advised. "I'd have cried." He kissed her on the top of her head before lending her an arm as she got down off the side of the bed again, just in case she did lose her balance. Martha chuckled.
"Well, Doctor," Martha commented. "New cast is done and it's Sunday. Are you going to drop me home this afternoon or am I going to have to call in work?" she asked him.
"Oh, stay, a while longer," Donna suggested. "You don't really have to get back to work do you?"
"Well, I do actually, I'm only off until tomorrow, but this has been a wonderfully welcome couple of days," she advised.
"He's got a time machine. Surely you could stay a couple more days and then just get dropped back early?" Donna offered and glanced to the Doctor. He looked rather uncomfortable for a moment as he tugged at the neck of his T-shirt as if missing his tie.
"Actually," the Doctor stated. "It doesn't quite work like that, Donna," the Doctor advised. "It isn't technically crossing time lines, but, well, it's just that…"
"Don't worry about it, Doctor," Martha offered. "I don't mind. You can drop me off, and Donna is going to need that cast taking off in a few weeks. How about I book a week off work and then I can keep an eye on her the first few days out of the cast in terms of physio?"
"Are you sure that is okay?" the Doctor asked.
"I think that is perfect, providing that you look after Donna in the meantime," Martha insisted. "No running off into danger while she's got an arm in a cast, at least not while she's still in discomfort. Give it a couple of weeks at least."
"I think we'll come straight back here," the Doctor suggested. "If that is alright with you, Donna?"
"I don't know if I could manage another two weeks on a tropical island," Donna feigned despair, and then whacked the Doctor on the arm. Luckily not using her cast yet though he guessed it wasn't going to be too long. "Of course it is alright, Dumbo."
"That is it, settled then," Martha commented. "You can drop me back after you've gone spear fishing and cooked us lunch again," she suggested.
They spent another morning lazing around on the beach. The Doctor went out and caught them lunch as promised and cooked it for them while Martha prepared a meal of sliced salad potatoes with an oil and herb dressing to go with it. Once they'd eaten the Doctor went in with the dishes and to make tea. He didn't care if they were on a tropical beach he still liked to have a cup of tea after eating. Donna and Martha had made a jug of tropical fruit juices and left it to keep chilled in the fridge. It had pineapple and coconut in as the base flavours so it was much like a Pina-colada but without the rum. He poured them both a glass of that and put crushed ice and straws in it for them. It did look more appropriate for the beach than his mug of tea.
Martha came into the galley just as he was about to leave with the drinks on a tray. "Are you sure you don't mind going back?" he asked her quietly.
"I don't mind at all," Martha commented. "As long as you don't waste the time."
"Thank you."
The Doctor took them back. This time the TARDIS did not land in Martha's bedroom but in the landing of her flat. She hugged Donna and told her to make sure she looked after her wrist and kept the Doctor in line. Then she hugged the Doctor and told him to make sure he remembered that Donna was injured and that he behaved and only took the chances that really mattered. The Doctor asked her a question and she nodded. He nipped into her flat and came back out again. Donna looked at him curiously but he just grinned at her innocently. Donna shook her head at him and they went back into the TARDIS.
The Doctor and Donna went back to the beach. The TARDIS parked in almost exactly the same spot again. It was nice. There were enough trees growing down onto the beach that if they wanted to sit in the shade that they could. Donna went back out and reclaimed her place on the beach. She elected to remain just in the shade so that she didn't burn, there was enough light reflecting from the sea and from the sand that she'd still tan but she didn't want to end up lobster red and blistered and sore. Then she'd not be able to enjoy her time on the island and she doubted that the Doctor was going to tolerate beach living for too long. It was almost worth breaking her wrist for.
The Doctor came out of the TARDIS with just his shorts on. His back was healed and the stitches were gone. There were the smallest fading bruises over his shoulder but the deep bronze of his tan and the smattering of freckles across his shoulders hid them. He had brought a jug of the tropical juice out and had put ice in it but he'd not brought any glasses.
"Are we just going to drink it straight from the jug, Spaceman?" Donna asked him when she saw that he had straws.
"Nope," the Doctor grinned. He indicated toward one of the trees growing. It was as close to a coconut tree as anything could get without actually being on Earth and in a coconut grove. It had large floating seeds on it and when cut opened they had both a water and a soft creamy flesh. It didn't taste exactly like coconut but it was still tasty and safe to eat. The Doctor proceeded to shimmy up the tree. The way he sat on it, holding on with his bare feet, and sliding up the trunk it was clear that he was no longer suffering any pain in his groin, though as Donna watched him she mused that he would be if he slipped.
He knocked four of the coconuts down out of the tree, so he'd not have to go up again later to get some to use the flesh out of for a beach curry he thought of trying. He cut the top off two of the coconuts with swift slices of the scythe from in his pocket. He tipped the water into a separate jug to keep it safe and then he poured some of the iced fruit juice into the coconut and popped a straw in it and then presented it to Donna with a warm smile.
"Pina-colada in a coconut," he announced to Donna.
"Thank you," she laughed.
"Ah, you've not taken any tramadol today have you?"
"No, not since last night to help me sleep," Donna offered. "Why?" she asked curiously and then sipped her drink. "Oh?" The tropical fruit tastes of pineapple and coconut were complimented and warmed with the bite of a generous glug of rum. "That's lovely, but, are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked him. He laughed and shook his head, but then flopped down onto the towel beside her and poured his own drink.
After they had enjoyed their drinks the Doctor picked up the sun screen. He carefully gathered Donna's hair together and got her to hold it up out the way as he squirted the sun screen first onto his hands in order to rub it across her shoulders and down her back. As she had not been swimming with the cast she was wearing a vest top with thin straps. As she'd not been able to fasten one she didn't have a bra on. He rubbed the sun cream into the back of her neck, making sure he got it under the straps, and under the edge of the vest so that when she shifted she didn't end up with red lines rather than white ones. He then continued over her left shoulder and down her arm as she let go of her hair. He rubbed the cream in all around her arm and down to her wrist and then over the back of her hand.
"Thanks, Time Boy." Donna smiled, but then looked at him curiously when he didn't immediately let go of her hand, instead was staring at it deep in thought. "Hey, you okay?" Donna checked with him.
"Um, yeah, sorry," the Doctor let go of her hand.
"Squirt?" she asked and held her palm out. The Doctor squirted some of the sun screen into her hand for her and she rubbed it into her chest and then down her right arm as far as the top of the cast. Then she spread some across her face and her legs. It was like a military operation and she had to get the Doctor to squirt it into her hands several times. He thought that he should have offered to do all of it for her, but he chickened out.
"Do you want me to do your back for you?" She asked him.
"Yes please," he twisted round so his back was to her. She reached past him and he squirted it into her hand. She rubbed it over his back. "You can hardly see where any of those stings were now," Donna told him. "I'm so glad you're okay," Donna advised as she smoothed the cream into his skin. He still felt cool to the touch even in the sunshine, but his skin glowed. She could feel the muscles under his skin and the gentle undulation of his ribs. "I was scared," she admitted.
"I'm sorry," the Doctor offered as he turned round. He moved to lie on his front on his towel facing her as she laid sat on hers.
"I don't think I have thanked you properly either," Donna suggested quietly as she rubbed her hand over her cast. "If you'd not jumped in front of that spine weasel I'd be dead, wouldn't I?" Donna asked him.
"It is quite possible," the Doctor agreed. "I'm just glad we don't have to find out. I couldn't have lost you, Donna." He picked at the end of the towel. "You're brilliant and…"
"Shut up." Donna laughed.
"No, I want to tell you something, so please, will you just listen for a moment?" the Doctor asked her.
"Okay," Donna agreed.
"You are brilliant, and you're even more brilliant because you don't believe that you're brilliant. You're the best mate that I've had in a very long time, and, I don't want to think about a time when you might not be in the TARDIS. I love having you around. I want to show you all the incredible, wondrous things in the universe. I want to keep you safe, and I know I've not done a very good job at that, and I'm so sorry that you ended up hurt, but I promise that I will look after you."
"You have looked after me," Donna assured him.
"I'm a bit scared of saying what I want to say," the Doctor admitted quietly.
"It's not like you to be tongue tied, Time Boy."
"I know, but, I kind of think this can go one of two ways, and I know which way I'd prefer it to go, but I don't want to be without you as a mate."
"I'm not going anywhere," Donna told him. "But what is wrong?" she asked a little worried about what he was possibly talking about.
"Nothing is wrong," the Doctor offered. "Except, maybe, um… oh, what the Hell?" he raised himself up onto his elbows and looked at her. "When I needed to expel the toxins and you asked me who I was going to be closing my eyes and thinking about and I didn't tell you? The reason why I didn't tell you was because it was you I was thinking about." He rose his knees up a little in preparation to bolt if he needed to.
"What?!" Donna squeaked slightly.
"It was you I thought about," the Doctor repeated. He had done it now hadn't he? He could see the flush rising into Donna's cheeks. She was going to end up raging at him and he was going to have to drop her home and then there would be no more best mates travelling around the universe. "I wasn't going to say anything and just forget about it, I mean we're mates, best mates and that is great, but then Martha said something about not missing out on a chance, I mean if it is a chance, I don't know if it is a chance, and I might have ruined every chance ever of just being mates never mind being more than mates because I know what I said and I remember what you said about no funny business, but I think maybe I might have changed my mind and if you wanted to change your mind then I would be very much amenable to trying some funny business after all."
"You want to try funny business?"
"Maybe, I mean, if you do and if I say I do it doesn't mean you're going to leave and never talk to me again, if you're never going to talk to me again, then no, I don't want to try funny business at all and we're forever just mates."
"But, you do actually want to try funny business?"
"Yep."
"With me?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"Why?" the Doctor repeated the question. "Because you're brilliant. You're brilliant and beautiful and you smell wonderful and… are you going to smack me with your cast?" the Doctor paused and winced getting ready to duck and then run.
"I might," Donna advised him seriously. "If, you don't come and kiss me."
"Really?" He looked up to Donna. She bit her lip and nodded. The Doctor crawled past the jug of Pina-colada and onto Donna's towel. Donna didn't even complain about the sand that he dragged with him. He ducked down and chastely kissed her on the lips. He leant back from her a moment to see if she had just been teasing him and she was actually going to smack him.
"Is that it?" Donna asked him. "You ply me with alcohol, you scare me that you're going to kick me off the TARDIS, and you get sand all over my towel for that?" Donna demanded. "I don't think so." Donna raised her hand to the nape of his neck and pulled him toward her for another kiss. He pressed his lips to hers and she opened her mouth ever so slightly, welcoming the Doctor. Their breath mingled and he swept his tongue across hers. He raised his hands to her cheeks, pushing her hair behind her ears as he kissed her properly.
"Hmmm." The Doctor smiled as he broke and looked at Donna's plump red lips. He'd done that. He was a skinny streak of nothing and he'd kissed her. He put his hand to the back of her neck and leant over her so she laid back on the towel. "Okay?" he checked. She nodded. He kissed her again. He made sure that her cast wrist was protected. He didn't want to knock her and hurt her. That wouldn't do at all. He kissed her mouth, his tongue dipping in between her lips, darting back and forth to taste the different areas of her mouth. He welcomed her tongue into his mouth as they entwined. He kissed along her jaw to her neck. He kissed and lightly nibbled her pulse as he licked and tasted her throat.
"Might have known there would be licking," Donna giggled.
"There is going to be lots and lots of licking," the Doctor advised cheekily.
"I hope so," Donna commented.
"I promise." He held himself over Donna, straddling her and bracing himself on one arm so he didn't lean down on her. He kissed her neck and down to her collarbone. He returned to kiss her mouth as he slid a hand up under her vest top. He softly cupped his hand around her warm breast. He ran his fingers lightly over her nipple. Donna hummed into the kiss. The Doctor leant back so he was kneeling over her hips. He looked down on her. She was flushed and doe eyed as she looked up at him in a nervous mix of anticipation and arousal. The Doctor pulled her vest up. She took her left arm out of it and then took it off over her head. The Doctor leant down and kissed the space between her breasts. His hair tickled her chin and she giggled nervously. He kneaded her breast gently in his hand, her nipple responded, proud and erect when he passed his finger over the tip electric sparks shot through to centre in her sex. When he dropped his mouth over she moaned and arched slightly, urging him to take more into her mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple. Donna ran her hand over his head, her fingers threaded through his hair as she moaned slightly.
The Doctor traced her curves with his hand, from her breast, down over her waist and to her hip. He ran it down to her thigh as he suckled her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue, and then he moved his hand up the inside of her thigh. She had loose wide legged jersey shorts on. He pushed the leg up so it rumpled as he slid his hand up under. He could feel the heat of her through her cotton panties as he ran a finger along the inside of her leg. Donna shifted slightly, widening her legs a little more. He ran his finger back down the other side of her. He ran a finger along both sides of her, easing the flesh together in a mound. Donna moaned as he ran his fingers either side of her sex. She wanted to beg him to plunder her sex with those long digits. For them to dance on her clit and to fuck her hard as he teased her.
The Doctor ran his fingers over her through her panties. He could feel her pushing down against his fingers. He hooked her pants over to the side and ran a single finger along the contours of her sex. The warm moist centre welcoming him as Donna whimpered. He did it again, allowing his finger to dip into her slightly, spreading the moisture to her clit as he rubbed it gently. The Doctor leant back and Donna mourned until she saw him suck the finger he had used on her. His eyes had darkened somewhat, but there was no danger there, only warmth. Donna didn't feel nervous any more, she felt entirely safe as the Doctor wriggled her shorts and pants down at the same time. Taking them over her hips and then yanking them down far enough that she could kick them off. They landed in the sand, but she didn't care.
The Doctor moved so he was kneeling between her legs. He pushed her knees up so they were bent either side of her. He looked at her in such a way that Donna felt that she was being admired which was highly unusual. She was glad that she'd shaved just before breaking her wrist or he'd have been faced by a red brush down there. He ran his fingers over her centre. The he lightly opened her with his fingers, every motion he had was gentle as if he was handling something entirely precious when the men Donna had been with before had been inconsiderate if not downright rough. Her breast still tingled from his mouth but it hadn't felt crushed or bruised in his hand, just caressed and moulded. She held her breath as he ducked down.
"Shit?" Donna gasped as he ran his tongue along her. Tasting her as he slid it from rear to the front, allowing it to linger on her clit. She shuddered and almost came there and then. "Doctor," she breathed. He did it again. "Oh God…" he tickled her clit with his tongue. Then licked her sex in a broad stroke again, sucking her clit and rolling with his lips. He slid a finger along her as he lapped at her clit with his tongue. He gently eased his finger into her, curling up internally as he slid a second finger in. He didn't go in deep, just to the right spot, he used short thrusts with his fingers as he licked and sucked her clit.
There was going to be no faking required as Donna felt her orgasm rising. She whimpered and wriggled and gasped. It was coming at her like a tidal wave as he used his hand and mouth on her. "Oh God, oh God, oh God…" Donna raised her hips up she shrieked and her whole core seemed to implode with muscle spasms. "Shit..." she gasped as the Doctor kissed the inside of her leg. She reached down to him and pulled him up toward her.
"Okay?" he checked.
"Bloody Hell," she managed as she shuddered with an unexpected after shock. The Doctor grinned at her. He'd done that. "Oh, shut it, Time Boy." Donna laughed and pulled him down to kiss her again. She ran her hand across the front of his shorts and found him aroused. "Are you still toxic?" Donna asked him.
"Shouldn't be," he offered. "But, we should avoid contact with it this time just in case."
"This time?" Donna asked him. "As opposed to there being another time?" she teased him. She fiddled a bit with the button on his shorts but couldn't get it undone with just one hand. He unfastened it himself. He stood back up to take his shorts off and kicked them off to the side. Rather than remain lying down, Donna got up onto her knees in front of him. She pulled him closed to her, with her hand around his cock, so there was no way he was going to disobey. He was thick and heavy but not yet fully hard, but she slid her hand up and down his shaft a couple of times to get the feel of him, and then licked around his tip. He groaned at the heat of her mouth as she sucked his tip. She so wanted to use two hands on him, but she'd have to make do with one and her mouth. She sucked him as she ran her hand down to his balls. She cupped and massaged them and he twitched and jerked away slightly.
"You're not still sore are you?" Donna checked with him.
"No, sorry, it tickled." He chuckled. Donna smiled and did it again, taking him back into her mouth. "That feels so good, Donna," the Doctor moaned slightly. He tried not to buck into her mouth as she ran her tongue around his head. She slid her hand up and down his shaft.
"You're so hard." Donna squeezed his shaft as his erection stood proud away from his body. It was long and thick and solid and she wanted it deep inside her. "Come down here," Donna instructed as she laid back down. He leant over her and kissed her as she brought her knees up either side of him. He rubbed her clit until she moaned and pleaded with him and then he guided his head toward her opening. He groaned deeply as he eased himself into her heat, feeling her stretch around him.
"Yeah, that's it," Donna moaned as he pushed in deep. He eased himself in and then drew out and then pushed in, slowly and carefully, letting Donna get accustomed to him being inside her. She whimpered and yelped as he pushed in deep. She wrapped her legs around him, angling her hips upward so he could drive himself in. He braced himself on his arms and set up a steady rhythm.
He thrust harder and faster as Donna encouraged him. Her moans and whimpers gaining in pitch and volume until he held himself deep inside her and she came undone around him helped along with his fingers on her clit as he rubbed her furiously and she bucked and tensed and cried out. He paused and then resumed his rhythm, feeling himself get closer and closer, he got faster and harder, losing himself in the act as Donna yelled at him to do it harder and everything seemed to focus on the sensations of his cock and balls slamming against her flesh, he was going to come, he was going to.
"I'm going to…" the Doctor growled as he thrust harder. He lost his rhythm. He was going to burst there and then right inside Donna as he held himself deep inside her, only remembering at the last second that there was the slightest of risks that a miniscule amount of toxin remained in his semen. He withdrew as Donna orgasmed again and he collapsed back onto his hip grunting and groaning as his cock twitched and he came, it sprung from him in an oily fountain, streaking across the sand.
"Where did that go?!" Donna exclaimed and laughed. She rubbed his cock a few times and he came again and then twice more until he sagged back onto the towels with a spent moan. Donna chuckled and laid so that her head was resting on his abdomen. He eased some spare strands of hair out of her face and looked down at her and smiled. "Okay?" he asked.
"Yeah." Donna nodded and linked her fingers through his. "You?"
"Yeah," the Doctor confirmed.
"You sure you're going to be happy to stay here for a couple of weeks?" Donna asked the Doctor.
"Right now I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be," the Doctor responded honestly. He rolled over slightly but only to refill their coconuts with rum punch and then settle back down again. The universe was just going to have to wait.