Just one Night
~In a World of pure imagination~
~Donna & Lee~
Donna opened her eyes. Which wasn't altogether unusual, but always a strange feeling when she knew she had just fallen asleep and was waking up in a dream.
And it was always the same. Same Clothes, same Season, same time of day and same place.
And the place she knew.
She had been here before.
And yet the memory of when had locked itself away, tightly inside her head.
And when she had tried to remember, it only left her with a terrible headache.
As Donna sat forward and stretched her arms out, she noticed the lack of wedding ring. She reached up to her shoulders and found it only a little shorter than normal, and her clothes soft and light,.
The warm sun and the gentle, cool zephyr seemed too keep her skin at a perfect temperature.
The smell of freshly cut grass and flowers.
And the hum of everyday, suburban life.
It was a little piece of heaven.
So unlike the posh, upper east side town house she had bought with her lottery winnings.
And although it felt wonderful, it didn't seem real.
She knew of course, it was all a dream, but something about it had just been a little 'off'.
She was here but she wasn't. And no matter how many times she had pinched herself, she never woke up straight away. She would wake up when time had passed, but time was always different here. Even for a dream, it would change, the only thing that would change.
Time/
As usual, she found herself looking around at the small garden, tidy -minus a few garden tools- and the garden hose, unravelled at the bottom.
She turned in towards the quiet house, climbing the few steps leading to the patio doors.
The house had never seemed so important before. She would always forget the sequence of her dreams, but remember flashes.
The house itself. The furniture.
And there should be people.
Children.
But not now.
There WAS someone missing.
But Who?
The sound of footsteps to her side made her look to see a man, standing in the archway of the living room.
"Donna."
Of course, Lee.
Her husband.
"Hello you," she went into his arms with a smile, "how was your day?"
Lee smiled down at her before planting a kiss at the corner of her mouth.
"Good. For a moment, when you looked at me, it was as if you didn't know who I was."
She shook her head with a laugh and carefully stroked her fingers through his short, soft hair.
"Silly, how could I forget you? You're my Lee." Something sad seemed to echo inside of Donna, just as the pain flashed in his eyes, but she ignored it. For now, she was with him and she would prove it.
His lips descended slowly to hers and she happily recuperated, trying not to grin like a fool at his touch. His taste. Like the first kiss when you realise you love a person with all your heart.
Without knowing how they had done it, she found herself upstairs, Lee slowly walking them towards the bed.
Lowering her first onto the mattress before joining her, they both laughed as they wrestled with Lee's work shirt.
As he stared down at her, popping each of his buttons carefully, she watched him begin to stammer out what he was going to say, knowing he was always nervous at this point, even though she had reassured him time and time again.
"You're so...b-beautiful Donna," he smiled sadly at her, "I know we only have a short time together. But...I love you, Donna N-Noble."
Donna brought her face close to his and carefully stroked his warm, flushed cheeks with her cool palm.
"Come on, don't be silly. You know I'm here. I love you."
As lips came together once again, and clothes disappeared, time began to change again.
Instead of skipping forward however, it went slower.
It did for Donna anyway.
The way they begun. The way they came together.
His kisses lingering against her skin. His fingertips gliding and drawing patterns over her sensitive spots, enjoying the approving noises she made.
The places that made her giggle when he paid particular attention to them.
Slow.
Fast.
Covers on. Thrown off.
It feels like a long time, but she knows it has to end anyway.
They lay together, her arm and leg holding him close as his hands stroke lazy patterns across her body.
Two lovers entwined.
But Donna could feel herself beginning to slip. Her vision was getting cloudy as her eyelids grew heavy.
The creeping light peaked through the curtains, and illuminated a strip of Lee' nude torso.
"What time is it?" She stifled a yawn but rubbed her cheek against his upper arm.
"Not late," Lee sighed and for the first time that night, overcame his stammer, "it's the same every night. We're here and then we're not. I wake up and you're not there."
"What are you talking about?" Although she did not want to know, Donna couldn't control herself falling asleep, Lee's voice soothing her.
"It's alright though. I came back to find you and they helped me. It's just as you said; it's not real. But I get to be with you this way. I wouldn't change that for the world. Donna...".
As Donna' eyes fluttered open, the early morning light shone through the curtains.
She turned on her side to her husband. She smiled at the sound of his snoring, glad she hadn't disturbed his peaceful sleep.
The side of her face grazed the cool pillow and that's when she noticed the slight damp feeling against her cheek.
She carefully brought her hand up to her face and found that was was in fact crying. Turning over had caused the stray, treacherous tear to splash against the fabric, leaving wetness that seemed so strange.
WHY had she been crying?
She wasn't having a nightmare.
Well, she thought she hadn't. She could only ever remember snatches here and there.
Even after training herself to wake up and grab the notepad and pend by her bed, she couldn't, for the life of her, write down what was in her dreams. She'd get snippets. Pictures, and she would write down what looked like ramblings of a mad person.
Spiders.
Floods.
Heat.
Faces that cried and begged for her help.
Wasps.
Metal men.
A man in a suit, who was only ever just not facing her. No face.
There was always one thing written down that she hurriedly scribbled over, encase Shaun would see, and she didn't want to upset him.
A man she knew, but didn't.
Soft eyes, a cheeky smile.
Gorgeous, was the one word she used to describe him.
Donna lay flat on her back and stared up at the ceiling, wiping away the traces of whatever pain and sadness she could not remember, but her heart obviously could.
She imagined the stars, dotted all over the sky and she felt better. Relaxed.
She stared up at the stars and wondered about her 'dream' man.
Although he may not be real, part of her hoped he was happy.
'Even if he wasn't real.'