Warning: there are references to desire in the very last portion, but nothing more graphic than that.

A/N: it's been migraine after bloody migraine, so I apologise for the enormous delay in updating these chapters.

Part 16

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With hesitating for a second, John had forced his mouth down onto Donna's, desperate to reclaim her as his own. Fully aware of what his game was, she suppressed a giggle. Who was she to complain if he acted so?

Breaking their kiss, she warned him, "I have to wash and change before we go any further with this."

Despite giving her the full hurt puppy look, he released his tight hold on her and even retrieved the silky chemise that lay waiting on the countertop. "I suppose I'll have to stay here, on my own, while you go in there," he tried whining.

"Yes you will," she agreed, cupping his cheek and using a baby voice. "I'll be as quick as I can, so keep everything nice and warm for me."

"Will do," he replied with a happy grin. "Hurry back."

With a saucy look over her shoulder, she disappeared into the bathroom; and rushed to get ready. A quick in and out spot of showering, and she was soon out, towelling off her body, combing her hair and donning the negligee.

Daisy couldn't understand why Roderick had practically stormed into the bedroom and silently got ready for bed. After all, she had brought her newest short silk nightdress to seduce him with; normally he was very grateful afterwards, lavishing all sorts of gifts on her as though he was a cheating husband. If this all ended she'd have to go and find another wealthy man to sponge off and/or to amuse her instead.

Getting up from her seat in front of the television to visit the bathroom, Daisy threw Roderick a querying look as he sort of hovered by the side of the bed, clutching an empty tumbler glass in his hand. "Are you okay, Roddy?" she asked.

Startled out of his thoughts, he snapped back at her, "I'm fine. Just hurry up in the bathroom."

Shrugging her shoulders, she tried to ignore his mood, but when she returned into the room some minutes later, she found him standing very close to the wall with the glass held up against his ear. "What on earth are you doing?" she almost shrieked.

"Shush, woman!" he hushed her, keeping his ear pressed against the base of the glass, the other end held to the wall.

"Oh my God, you're listening to them!" Daisy gasped out in shock. "You are sick!"

He lowered the glass and turned to contemptuously glare at her standing judging him harshly. "Jealousy does not become you," he said evenly.

"Me, jealous, of that... That attention seeking cow!" she stuttered out. "As if!"

"Oh I think it is a serious case of you being jealous," he smoothly countered, placing the glass on the bedside unit then then turning to lie down and stretch his long body out on the bed. "There really is no need to be."

Momentarily consoled, she giggled and climbed onto the bed next to him, staying on her knees. "Roddy, I think you are toying with me," she mischievously commented as she reached out to touch his shoulders.

To her surprise he took hold of her hands and rested them much lower on his torso. "That's what I want tonight," he almost ordered, his voice staying soft but stern.

It made no difference to her, so she began to obey by undoing the ties at his waist. Her misgivings continued when he didn't say another word to her but seemed to be listening for something as he lay back on the pillows.

Taking in a deep breath, his eyes would have been fixed on the ceiling if he had kept them open. A loud feminine giggle followed by a deep throaty laugh filtered in to them a few seconds later. Daisy opened her mouth to question if the sound was from his cousin but he immediately shut her up. "Get on with it; you know what I like," Roderick demanded.

Wanting to please him, especially as he seemed to be in such a foul mood, she obediently did as he wished whilst wanting to stab that Donna Noble in her over bloated chest!

"What's the matter?" Roderick asked when Daisy seemed to stop and scowl heavily.

"Roddy," she started to cautiously answer, "If I do this for you, what will you do for me?"

Without applying any thought to it, he replied, "Buy you that new handbag you were craving in Harrods."

"And the matching shoes?" she attempted to bargain.

"We'll see," he vaguely agreed. He knew if he out and out refused to buy the shoes too she would retaliate by providing no service whatsoever. As it was his libido was finding her less and less interesting as the evening wore on even though he had been desperate for release earlier on. It certainly looked as though Daisy would have her work cut out if she was going to achieve a big enough finish for him to warrant the reward she badly wanted. Sometimes he wondered if it would be cheaper to hire an escort for the evening instead; and a heck of a lot less trouble.

Oops! Before she forgot, Donna picked up her phone and hastily called Jocasta. "Hello Jocasta! Good, I caught you before you went to bed. I'm phoning to let you know that I won't be home tonight. You'll never guess who turned up to the dinner. Only Roderick. Yes! I'll tell you the full details in the morning but we've had a few glasses of champagne, and I'm not sober enough to drive so Roderick got me a room here." Twisting and turning, looking at herself in the huge mirror that took up the top half of one wall, above the bathroom sink, she allowed a small smile to appear on her face. "No! Not with him, silly! What do you take me for? Roderick does nothing for me anymore. Plus he's got little Miss Post-teen with him. Anyway, I've got to go. I have to meet John. He's fine, thanks. I will do. See you tomorrow. Bye!"

Well, it was almost the whole truth she had told Jocasta, she reasoned. Glancing at herself again, she was amazed by the item of clothing Roderick had acquired for her. Obviously he hadn't chosen it himself; as if he would! She knew his tastes and this little item didn't fit the bill. The label 'little' seemed apt in all sorts of ways. It was the sort of thing that only just covered your body; with its low fitting back, two triangles of material to cover the breasts, and only short enough to deal with the bare essentials. Her cleavage spilled out of the tight confines with rebellious abandon; far too much considering the colour of this item was almost virginal white. That fact made her laugh at the irony.

Still gazing in the mirror, she bounced on her heels a bit, to see if anything would need damage control, but fortunately her goods stayed in place, so she didn't feel like a trussed up chicken. Instead, she opened the bathroom door slowly, stepped out and began to sultrily walk towards John.

A small cough made him look away from the television he was watching from his relaxed reclined position on the bed. Immediately he made a choking sound and hastily switched the television off; practically throwing the remote aside in order to gaze at her. John was extremely pleased that the little number Donna wore fit so tightly over her heaving breasts and stopped so short on her body. To think he had almost told her he was too tired.

There then followed a flurry of movement as he threw off his dressing gown, before leaning back and seductively smirking at her in order to entice her closer.

The idiot! Donna felt love for him swell in her heart. "Ah, Mr Smith, I see you've been expecting me," she quipped as reached the edge of the bed.

Unabashed, he took hold of her hands and gently guided her down onto the bed beside him. "Oh yes, I certainly have!" he readily confirmed. Drawing her closer, he pressed enticingly into her stomach. "I can't believe we've been given a room with a bed. This is dangerously close to a honeymoon," he continued. "Do you want to see my secret weapon?"

"Well, you know what you're supposed spend your honeymoon doing. A word to the wise; I don't think it is secret anymore," she whispered before capturing his lips in another heart melting kiss.

"The plans fell into your lap," he commented saucily.

"You could say something like that happened"

"Before I continue to seduce you into bed, what did our Ricky want with you?" he asked, aiming for nonchalance and almost achieving it.

The silly pup still needed reassurance, eh? "I'll only tell you if I'm allowed to know what was so important about your phone call from your friend Jack, what it was all about," she countered.

"Oh that!" he exclaimed as he fought to remember. "He wanted to tell me about the job application I gave him a personal reference for. Apparently my good word went a long way," he boasted with a little sniff of pride. Placing his lips onto her bare shoulder, he murmured, "Your turn."

"Funnily enough it was for a similar thing," she replied, ever conscious that his mouth was open wide on her flesh, slowly leaving hot wet kisses. "He tried to flatter me into taking that job he offered me the other day. Get this; he claimed it had been specially created for me."

Momentarily letting go, he tilted his head in thought. "That's sort of true, from what he said at the solicitors'; not that he named names. So maybe you should..."

Gasping with surprise, she wondered, "Are you suggesting I take the job?"

"No, I'm saying you should consider it, if it means you staying here."

A sly grin spread across her face, and she lowered her arms to wrap them around his waist. "Is there any special reason I should?"

Rolling them so that she practically straddled his hips, John pondered how he could persuade her to stay longer. "Well, I hear the standard of men to shag is quite high. That's if you want one that possibly adores you. Not that I'm saying…," he began to say.

"Oh no, you can't take back what you said in the barn earlier!" she protested.

His laughter rang out. "I can't? Bugger! I was hoping you weren't paying attention."

"Pft! Where you are concerned I do."

"You do?" He raised a quizzical eyebrow as he tried to sit up and ended up resting on his elbow.

Inevitably she swatted his arm. "That wasn't vows or anything, in case you think I'm trying to trick you into marriage."

This was amusing; he was enjoying this banter! "So you're thinking of marrying me already."

"You are far too smug for your own good," she complained.

"And you are too beautiful," he softly countered, reaching up to bite playfully at her lower lip.

Oh this man! He'd be the death of her at this rate. There was nothing more she would have loved then to take him then and there. "Do you know what? I might have to prove something to you," she growled amorously at him.

That sounded dangerous to him. "What's that?"

Bringing her mouth close to his ear, she practically purred, "Honeymoons are fun, even false ones,"

"I'd say it was more jumping the gun, but I'm all for fun," he retorted. "Any chance of the fun being sexy?" Throwing out a hand towards his bathrobe, he delved into the pocket and triumphantly pulled out three condom sachets that he dropped onto the bed cover beside them. "What?! I thought you liked me being prepared," he justified when she didn't laugh.

Should she let him know she was secretly pleased at his foresight? "Let's find out," she breathily suggested, and pushed him down onto the bed.