Author's Note: Time to rejoin the universe, but not before one last indulgence.
Thanks again for all the kind notes and comments. Your encouragement makes me want to just keep on going forever...
Donna was filled with nervous excitement as she once more found herself at the controls of the Tardis. The Doctor had promised her flying lessons before, though when she had had his consciousness within her she hadn't truly needed the lessons.
She remembered some of the basics, but it was still a white knuckle ride as the Doctor stood nervously beside her keeping track of the bearings and relative time of the Tardis while she slowly grew more confident in her skill.
His mind for once was still within hers, letting her focus completely on the task at hand as they piloted through the vortex out of the void. He remembered before when she had bounced the machine around, nearly swinging a wide arc through the 1980's before righting the ship once more.
Obviously some of his knowledge had stuck with her, because her touch was far more certain than before and he was able to relax in slow increments while the shuddering beneath their feet slowly subsided and the ship finally slipped into the perfect stream out of the void.
He laughed softly at the whoop of triumph he felt in her mind, before she turned shining eyes up to him. "That is just brilliant!"
"She really does love you too, Donna. It has not been very often that she has let another besides me pilot her." Donna jumped as she felt the slow stretch of the Tardis within her own consciousness, the burst of affection was unmistakable.
Her fingers caressed the console lovingly, almost exactly the way the Doctor would occasionally run his hands in a gentle caress over knobs and buttons. The answering purr within her mind was delicious, before the Tardis withdrew once more.
She looked up at him as he studied the gauges and readouts before him, his lip worried between his teeth at what he saw.
"Doctor, what is it?"
He shook his head and pointed to several indicators that were completely foreign to her. "Hey, earthgirl again here. I can't read that."
He looked up at her with a soft chuckle, before pulling the display back to him. "The Tardis is starting to run low on power. I need to go fuel her up and there's something else…"
She waited for him to finish that sentence, but he had trailed off into thoughtful silence while his eyes scanned the information on the viewer moving back and forth in rapid succession.
She reached into his mind, trying to make sense of the look on his face but confused only by the string of Gallifreyan thought that was speeding through it. Some words leapt out at her, faint memories flickering through her own thoughts so she could almost make sense once more of that ancient and now dead language.
It had all been within her, that knowledge that had spanned all reality, it had filled her till she was bursting with it, leaving behind a mark that with time was becoming more permanent. She remembered the revelations of a few days ago, that his timelord essence had left an imprint on her, she hadn't understood would that meant until this very moment when that intense and frighteningly beautiful language running through his head almost made sense.
She placed her hand on his arm, causing him to jump and look up at her again as he came back to himself with a start. Shaking his head and running his hands through his tousled hair, hair she had quite happily helped to tousle earlier, his eyes rose to meet hers with a soft smile.
"Captain Jack sent a message as well. There's apparently something going on in Cardiff that he needs my advice on."
He arched a brow at the look on her face, shaking his head as she murmured. "Captain Jack?"
"Yeah, you remember Captain Cheesecake. " He couldn't help but use Mickey's nickname for the sometimes too handsome immortal, causing her to laugh softly.
"Well then, if we're going back to earth I suppose I should finally go and get properly cleaned up."
With that, she leaned close to him, feathering a soft kiss against his lips before she turned and made her way down the hallway and into his room.
The grin on his face was huge when he saw her instantly turn left instead of right. After her revelations of a few days before, she had a sudden abhorrence of right turns. He was quite happy that the Tardis always made sure his room was now on the left, the proper and correct turn for her to always take.
They had settled into a comfortable rhythm, and she was spending far more time in his room then hers anyways. He had a feeling that eventually she wouldn't leave at all, though he knew she did sometimes need her own space.
Their minds were almost constantly in contact now, he found he couldn't go without the touch of her thoughts for very long and invariably when he reached out to her she was already there meeting him halfway. It should have been frightening to him, the man who had avoided romantic entanglements really for most of his life after the loss of his wife and children. He had especially been terrified of such entanglements with humans, who so often wound up breaking his hearts anyways.
With Donna it was different, and though he knew her life span was infinitely short compared to his, he found he couldn't stop himself and he would do everything in his power to keep her with him for as long as possible. After all, what good was a time machine if he didn't take her to a time where humans lived longer than they had ever lived. He could see spending centuries with her, centuries in which they roamed the cosmos together living and loving and sharing all that this amazing life had to offer.
He flipped a few switches more on the console, setting the ship on autopilot when he felt the gentle nudge of the Tardis. Donna was getting in the shower, the hot water cascading over all that creamy flesh as she luxuriated in the warmth of the water.
His eyes slid closed as he imagined her hands running over her own body, smoothing sweet smelling soap in delicious curls over wet skin. He groaned at the image in his mind, body suddenly coming to life when he realized that the image was real and that she had her head thrown back to let the water thrum on her throat in a delicious caress.
Throwing the final switch home, he turned and abruptly made his way up the steps to his bedroom, hands rising up to pull off his tie, fingers almost knotting the thing in a useless noose before it pulled free and he was able to send it flying to somewhere that he didn't care. His hands then attacked the tight jacket he always wore and sent it flying into a corner of the room before attacking the buttons on his shirt and sending that flying in a different direction as well.
He pushed open the bathroom door and nearly felt his knees buckle then and there when he saw Donna gleaming wet, head thrown back and breasts arched up into the spray as she enjoyed the sensation of water caressing her body. His thoughts reached out to hers, wrapping themselves about her soul in that gentle caress she had come to recognize as the first flashes of the storm that was to come.
She turned around, the light in the shower ringing her in a fiery halo of gold as it seemed to set the water droplets ablaze with an ethereal glow, her fiery hair fanned over her shoulder in a gorgeous waterfall that cascaded over one full breast, curls licking about a rosy nipple that was puckering deliciously under his hungry gaze.
He was transfixed, hands frozen with his belt undone in one hand while the other simply twitched uselessly against the button of his trousers. His eyes were stormy with the sudden surge of hunger that swept through him, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he panted for air that couldn't seem to fill his suddenly starved lungs. If it hadn't been for his respiratory bypass, he most likely would've been on the floor from the sudden lack of oxygen.
He noticed the quiver in her own body in response to the heat she felt pouring off of him, the turn of his mind through hers fueling the storm and suddenly breaking the strange paralysis that had gripped him.
With a soft growl, he pulled the belt free and tossed it aside before undoing the fly of his trousers and stepping out of them in one swift motion. She blinked, barely registering the fact that he had been barefoot in the control room, so swiftly was he divested of his clothing. She knew he had gotten into the habit of going barefoot with her, mostly because even when they were dressed they had a knack for attacking each other that would have left most of his shoes in shredded tatters if he had bothered to don them. She could barely stop the mad capering of her thoughts, feeling them skittering about like water droplets over a hot surface even as her eyes rose to gaze upon his naked form with unfettered lust.
Her lips parted around a gasp when he stood up, naked body gleaming in the light as he strode purposefully towards the shower. His eyes smoldered while she looked her fill, he was already achingly hard, had been as soon as the first image of her in the shower flashed through his mind. She licked her lips, the water droplets felt like molten fire on her skin as her gaze was riveted on his body, his hard shaft almost bouncing with each step before he opened the door and stepped in to join her.
She couldn't move, was completely rooted in place while within her belly the heat pooled and grew to consume her. Her mind was arching within his, her thoughts screaming that the distance was too much and then he was on her.
Hands sliding down her body to cup her ass and lift her up against his heated length, his lips devoured hers while he pressed her back against the cool shower wall. He was like a man starved, his mouth claiming hers with an intensity she hadn't felt before, that in itself was astonishing as they had been feasting continuously on each other for days on end already.
She was swept up by the brutal passion she felt in him, his mind was flexing against her own causing her to shudder against him in sympathetic response while the strength drained from her muscles. The heat was fast spiraling out of either of their control; his hard, heated length nestled between her folds, sliding against her in delicious imitation of what was yet to come but he was in no rush to end this contact.
She writhed against him, legs rising to wrap about his hips and clench his hips close her core, unable to contain the scream that bubbled from the depths of her soul, her back aching and hips grinding down hard against him while her hands were clawing more furrows down his back.
His chest and back were crisscrossed with the marks of her passion, thin red furrows like the lines on a map that he had refused to allow her to tend to when she had noticed them. His eyes had been dark and stormy when he took her hands in his, raising them to his lips and nibbling on her knuckles. "I like the feel of your marks on me, Donna. It reminds me of what I do to you and how we completely lose ourselves in each other."
That memory exploded in her mind, causing her body to surge against his once more, breasts shoved hard against his chest and breath exploding through parted lips. He rode the spasm of her passion, unwilling to break contact even for a moment though the memory he felt flashing through her mind caused his own control to falter dangerously.
If they hadn't indulged as much as they had in the last few days, he would never have been able to have lasted through the searing heat her mind was pouring into him. As it was, the thread of his control was a tenuous thing causing him to pull himself away from her oh so tempting mouth to begin a fiery assault on the column of her arched neck.
The spray of the shower cocooned them in a haven of warmth and erotic sensation, drops hammering against hyper-sensitized skin and sending both of them careening deeper into the fires of their need. His tongue grazed the arched column of her neck, teeth nibbling along the quivering muscles before his lips closed over the same spot and he suckled fiercely on her neck. Groaning loudly in his throat, he pressed closer to her if that was even possible, crushing her against the wall while the fiery heat of his mouth claimed her completely.
She was keening in mad frustration, intoxicated with the new delicious sensations that were coiling within her, her hands fluttering over his shoulders and chest in her own frenzied need to feel all of him. Her body was writhing blindly against him, her breasts and belly crushed against his chest, the hair on his chest sending delicious shocks shooting through her from her head to her toes and racing back to coil deliciously deep within her belly.
The wet heat was surging in time with the tugging pull of his mouth, her mind completely tangled with his own before her thoughts drew forcefully on his in her first aggressive taking of his own essence.
He froze as he felt her mind latch onto his with all the fiery strength that he had come to so love about her, her essence arching against his and pulling him within herself in an absolutely glorious claiming.
He threw his head back, unable to still the cry that exploded from his lips at the wondrous intoxication of her boldness. "Oh, Fuck, Donna. Yes! YESSSSS!"
His body surged against hers, cock swelling even further to pulse in screaming need against the hard, fiery bundle of nerves that was the focus of all her being at this moment.
She was completely out of control, her amazing mind having meticulously catalogued all the ways he had claimed her in the past few days and now was turning all that skill back on him. He couldn't control the shudders coursing through his body as he felt those tentative strokes turn fantastically expert, using everything she had learned from him to turn the tables quite neatly on him.
His hips were pumping against her, his chest constricting with near painful intensity at the searing heat that burned through him as Donna's amazing essence took his and claimed it completely for her own. He felt the certainty within her, as if a circuit had finally completed itself and she reveled in the strength of her own passion and her own powers that he had helped her hone and control in the last few weeks.
Though her body was lost to his touch and writhing in mad delicious need against him, riding up and down the hard, heated length of him in a desperate need for that final completion; her spirit was completely lost in the sensation of his own frantic response to the feel of her claiming him, holding him close to her and reveling in the wondrous acceptance she felt pouring from him.
His mouth continued to rain fiery kisses down her throat and to the madly fluttering pulse point at the base, twin hearts beating an impossible staccato against her swollen breasts, her nipples screaming against his chest at the harsh abrasion as she writhed madly against him.
He was nearly mindless with need now, all control long since blown away in the ecstasy of her claiming, the strokes deliciously wicked as those same mental fingertips she had felt drifting over her soul during their first time together were now turned on him to the most delicious effect.
She was finally settling into her own, finally accepting herself as the equal that he had long since said she was. She was reveling in the realization that she had as much power over him as he had over her, that she was not the afterthought that she had always felt she was but a true partner in every sense of the word.
Though she did not have the powers that she had had when his consciousness was a living, breathing thing within her, she had her own powers and she was finally confident enough to revel in them and accept them.
His response to her actions was the catalyst that caused her to throw herself headlong into everything he had been teaching her, to call upon her own memories of his mind within hers and all that she had learned since they had finally stopped running from each other.
She pushed frantically away from the wall of the shower, quivering when he grunted and growled against her breast in denial. His teeth had latched onto an aching nipple, tongue laving over the tormented flesh while teeth worried it with fiery shocks of painful pleasure.
She couldn't stop the writhing of her hips, his pulsing length against her folds was complete sensory overload and she could not wait a second longer to finally be completely filled by him.
Every time they made love, they lost themselves in each other, lost themselves in their minds and bodies and souls and just when they thought they could take no more they exploded through the next wall and crashed into a maelstrom of fire and need and heat that caused their minds to expand and contract in quivering ecstasy against each other.
His head finally lifted, pupils so dilated that all she saw was a burning black ring of need as his eyes locked with hers. He was panting like he had just run a marathon, his hips bucking against hers in a motion of which he wasn't fully aware as he growled.
"What? Gods Donna, I can't stop now."
She smiled gently at that, surprised by the surge of warm affection she felt at his heated declaration. She leaned forward, brushing his lips in a heated kiss before murmuring softly. "Trust me, Doctor, neither can I."
She knew her own face reflected her tumultuous need, her eyes were probably just as black as his with a desire that obliterated all traces of her blue-green irises but she couldn't be passive anymore. She had to give and she had to feel, and she had to do it right now.
Her hands pressed against his chest, whimpering softly when he pulled back and his throbbing cock slid out of her folds. She continued to press him back until his legs bumped against the seat in the shower, comprehension dawning in his eyes and blossoming through his thoughts when she pushed him down onto the cool tile.
She couldn't stop the wicked grin that lit her features, her head cocked to the side as she wondered if that shower bench was not quite a bit wider then it had been previously. She had long since gotten used to the fact that their lovemaking was never truly private, that they had an enthusiastic audience that continuously tried to anticipate their needs and provide them before they even realized they wanted them.
She quivered at that thought, her gaze locked with his while he sat on the seat with long, lean legs spread wide, his impressive erection thudding gently against his belly in time to the mad pounding of twin hearts as his hands roamed up and down over her body. His hands rose to her breasts, unconsciously cupping their full weight and groaning as the silken flesh overflowed even his long fingers.
His heels dug into the tiles of the showers, hips bucking up off the cool tiles of the seat to thrust meaninglessly in the air while she stood over him, devouring his body with her gaze.
She felt the consciousness of the Tardis flitting through the back of her mind, the completely alien consciousness nudging her thoughts and feelings towards the prone Time Lord before her even as she cocooned them in a delicious web of sexual excitation. The Tardis had wanted them together for a very long time, and was reveling in every single joining that they shared.
Donna should have been embarrassed knowing that her wild acts of abandon were not confined solely to the privacy of a bedroom, but were witnessed and wholeheartedly encouraged by another magnificent being. The Tardis continued to lave her with love and affection, sometimes overwhelming her with the dreams of the Doctor over the long months. Dreams filled with despair and hunger and so much aching desire.
He had wanted her for so long, but as she had been too afraid to destroy their fragile friendship, so to had he even though each night he went to bed aching and dreaming of so much more.
The sensations from the Tardis caused her to gasp, fingers flying to her throat even as her body screamed beneath the strokes of his deft fingers.
He had pulled her close against him, face buried in her belly and lips moving in random patterns over the soaking flesh. His tongue flashed out, lapping moisture out of her belly button even as his teeth grazed over quivering flesh. Long deft fingers had slid back down her body, stroking lightly over the point of a hip before sliding between her quivering thighs. He was growling softly against her stomach, his fingers deftly stroking against the tight bundle of nerves before sliding a finger deep within her.
She arched back, hips bucking against his hand as another finger slid in beside the first, pumping slowly in time with her panting breaths before gradually picking up speed. Her cries echoed in the shower stall, her belly quivered in perfect rhythm to the thrusting of his fingers even as her mind was screaming out to him in delicious abandon.
He pulled her closer to him with a growl, hips rising up off the bench in an impossible stretch to find her aching heat that had become the focus of his entire soul.
His mind was a maddened rush of heated desire, surging against her and straining for control once more even though the feel of her touch owning him had sent him to a place which he hadn't been in nearly half a millennium.
She was so much more than he had ever dreamed possible, she completed him in ways even his lost wife had never contemplated, and the complete abandon into all the depths of her ability dragged him with her into depths of sensuality he had never even realized existed in all his long centuries of life.
His head tossed from side to side while his hands continued to torment her with maddening skill, fingers stretching her while his thumb stroked her aching bud, his mouth moving up to capture the achingly hard peak that had been searing a hole through his temple. He grunted against the soft heated flesh that overflowed his mouth, legs spread wide and braced even while his cock jerked and spasmed in response to the screaming cries that erupted from her lips.
Donna had known exactly what she wanted and needed when she pressed him to the seat, but now it was all torn up in a tidal wave of heat and passion. All she really wanted was to feel the searing length of him spearing into her, filling her until she could almost taste him in the back of her throat. His fingers only made that desire flare higher, her muscles clenching so tight around them she was surprised he was able to move them at all.
She could barely see straight and her legs were fast failing her, so she pushed him back before her own weakness caused her to collapse to the floor and placed first one knee then the other over his hips. The mouth on her breast stilled in shock even as those amazingly mobile hips surged upwards in anticipation.
She was close enough now that she felt the jerking dance of his cock against her aching heat, his hands clenched so hard against her hips that she knew she would sport vivid bruises come the morrow. She pressed him back against the wall of the shower, whimpering when her belly perfectly aligning with his marauding lips.
Gods she wanted him more than anything, she needed him and her soul screamed through his in anticipation of what was to come.
Her confident strokes through his psyche were faltering as she was overtaken by her own need, her mind spinning and squirming through his grasp in the most sensual of caresses, causing his head to fall back and guttural groans to bubble through his clenched lips.
He was cursing soundly right now, the words and musical language caressing her heated flesh as he was too far gone to even notice that he was speaking completely in Gallifreyan. The endearments that had long since been lost on the winds of time, tumbled against heated flesh, whispered words that no other being in the universe would ever know the meaning to. But she somehow did. Even though he had never taught her the language and his consciousness was gone from her soul, she knew the meaning of every musical word right to the core of her being.
Her hands gripped in his hair, the tousled mess long since made sodden by the shower that still pounded against them. She pulled his head back, eyes completely drowned by the passion that was far beyond her control.
Stormy black depths seared into his own eyes as she rose up against him, her hand reaching down between their bodies to caress his pulsing length. His hips surged off the seat with a scream, eyes closed and head thrown back while his heels drummed a swift cadence against the tiles. His hips bucked in time to her strokes, the fire surging up so fast and hard he was afraid he would climax in her hand right then and there.
She must have sensed his painful urgency, because the hand withdrew even though he screamed in denial at the loss of sensation, only to feel his scream die in his throat as that hand guided his achingly hard cock to her core.
She rocked experimentally, feeling the tip of him pulse and flare in aching need of the completion; her eyes locked with his as with a wicked grin, she flexed her hips and sank down onto him in one delicious thrust.
He screamed. His world whited out as her essence speared through his in the same way his had claimed hers that first time, causing him to throw his head back in wild abandon. He felt a brief stab of pain as the back of his skull came into contact with the glass wall behind them, but he was beyond caring as his hands clamped onto her hips and his own surged up into her in a rhythm over which he had no control.
She cried out at finally feeling the delicious length of him seated to the hilt, her head fell forward so her forehead could rest against his, their panting growling breaths echoing through the room as they paused for a moment to enjoy the completion once more.
She clenched her muscles tight before flexing her hips and rising up again, her hands clutching his shoulders before she slammed down again.
He was completely blind to anything but Donna, her head was thrown back in wild abandon as she rode him, breasts bouncing so close to his face he had to lean up and latch onto a dusky nipple, growling with the resulting tightening of her muscles around him. His hips surged up to meet hers, the rhythm wild and fast as the two of them frantically strained against each other.
His mind was lost completely in hers, the dance for control causing them both to cry out to each other even while their thoughts swirled together in a hazy storm of passion and love. He pulled her to him, mind whispering through hers in reckless abandon of all that he felt. All the love and need and aching desire pouring from him to her, while his body claimed hers completely once more.
Donna's world had narrowed down to just the two of them, her hips rising and falling in delicious sync with his own, the heat was spiraling into a tight coil within her building and surging in counterpoint to the aching thrusts that threatened to drive her completely mad.
His hands were digging into her hips, guiding her up and down harder and faster onto his throbbing length. His teeth were grazing over heated flesh, before his tongue would soothe over the spot in a wicked caress that finally was too much to bear.
With head thrown back, Donna surged down onto him one final time before exploding in sweet release. Her mind screamed through his, the sensations once more buffeting him with their intensity while her world went dim.
He arched up into her one last time, hands clamping down painfully on her hips before he followed her screaming into his own orgasm. It roared through him from his head to his toes, cock swelling almost to the point of pain within her before his own body exploded in exquisite release. The surge of warm heat filling her with delirious ecstasy, her entire essence cradled protectively within his own as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close while they shuddered against each other in the aftermath.
He couldn't stop the stroking of his mind over hers, his thoughts were scattered barely formed impressions as he was still completely overwhelmed with how amazing it had felt to have her soul claiming his as completely as he had claimed her. The wonder he felt when she finally fully embraced her own power and reached out to give him the same intense pleasure that he had given to her.
He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, the hot water of the shower falling to mingle with the tears of joy that fell from his eyes.
The Doctor sat behind Donna, flexing his shoulders to feel the fresh sting of new scratches across his back. His smile was hidden as he relished the sensation, his hands were slowly pulling a brush through Donna's glorious red hair, carefully working each tangle loose before letting his fingers run through the fiery mass.
He loved doing this for her, mostly because it gave him an excuse to play with her hair, he would often find himself leaning forward, burying his nose in the fragrant mass for a long moment before coming back to himself with a start.
Donna was staring at the glaringly bright mark on her neck with bemusement, her fingers delicately tracing circles over it as a shiver worked its way through her body. She was once again filled with the most delicious aches, her body still screaming in the aftermath of his touch.
There were other marks on her body as well, five perfect finger shaped bruises on each hip as well as bite marks and other love bites sprinkled over her flesh in a seemingly random pattern. This had been definitely been the most intense time yet between them, both had been so lost in the other that even sensations that would've normally been painful only served to fuel their passion to even greater heights.
He looked up when he felt the shiver work its way through her body, hairbrush pausing mid stroke when he noticed her fingering the love bite on her neck. He couldn't help the smug rush of male pride when he saw that mark, he barely remembered making it but he had been absolutely desperate to mark her as his in any and all ways.
She caught his eyes in the mirror when she felt that burst of pride from him, one delicate brow arching as she very quickly guessed the reason for it. "You did this on purpose didn't you?" The Tardis was in the vortex right now winging its way to earth, and to a meeting with Captain Jack Harkness. It all seemed to click in place at the devilish smile that flirted with those delicious lips. "Oi! Is that what Time Lords do when they reach such an advanced age? Regress back into little teenage boys?"
"Ouch!" He winced playfully at the dig about his age, before he leaned close and brushed her hair aside, his tongue darting out to caress the spot in a long sweeping rush of delicious heat. He smiled against her neck when her head fell to the side, allowing him better access while her body fell back against his in delicious surrender. "Please don't cover it up, Donna. Let him see it, let them all see it and know."
She could feel how important it was to him that she not hide that mark, it was all tied up in some weird male ego trip that she would never really understand, but it was achingly obvious how important it was to him that Jack know instantly she was his. Her eyes slid closed as his fingers roamed over her arms, stroking in a languorous rhythm that nonetheless sent little shocks of pleasure screaming across already tortured nerves.
He cradled her close against him, the hairbrush clattering to the floor as he lost himself once more in the delicious pleasure of just holding her, at the wonder of his mind in hers and her own entwined so deeply with him. His eyes closed against the rush of emotions that filled him at the thought, how he had been alone so very, very long and that now finally that loneliness had ended. It still astounded him sometimes when he would wake up in the morning to find that she was still in his arms, in his bed and that it was not some mad dream that he had concocted in order to torment himself. He had wanted her for so very long, his dreams had been filled with her to the point of madness, and especially after the metacrisis when he had despaired he would never be able to see her again.
He had walked away once for her own safety, he had ripped himself apart to make sure that she at least been able to live even though it was a pale, imitation of the life she had known before. To know that finally he had been able to do something right and correct such a grievous wrong filled him with such elation he could sometimes barely contain it.
Her eyes had opened and were watching the play of emotion across his incredibly expressive face, the furrowing of his brows when he would clutch her a little tighter to him before his lips would then open and brush a soft kiss against her hair. She could barely make sense of the emotions playing through his mind, the thoughts a strange mixture of sorrow and joy that tumbled through each other in rapid succession.
She turned her head, hand rising up to cup his cheek when his eyes flashed open to lock with hers. She fell into the stormy depths of his gaze, the unfettered passion she saw there caused her lips to part in a soft gasp before she leaned close and claimed his lips in a tender kiss.
His arms tightened like a vise about her body, pulling her tight against him as his tongue swept into her mouth for a brief taste, before he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes once more.
She laughed softly as she murmured. "All right, Captain Caveman. I won't cover it up."
He couldn't help the goofy grin at her response and teasing nickname, hugging her so tight she yelped in surprise before he jumped to his feet pacing around the room with nervous energy even while he babbled. "Thank you, Donna. I will more than make up for it I promise, after Cardiff maybe a shopping trip since I haven't taken you on one of those in ages."
She shook her head with a laugh, not about to turn down a shopping trip, a really nice expensive one; maybe to that one pleasure planet they had visited all those months ago before everything had been turned upside down. She actually groaned as she thought of that, the hot springs that they had seen there and had enjoyed separately suddenly springing to her mind as she thought of revisiting those with him again.
Though she wasn't sure if they should, considering the amount of noise they made when they made love, they might end up getting thrown out. She paused at that thought, the grin wicked as she thought it would be well worth it.
The Doctor stopped his pacing when he felt that thought surge through her, his eyes glittering with barely restrained hunger at the thought. "We'll never get going if you keep thinking like that, Donna!"
Her lips pursed in a little moue at that comment, before she ruined the display by playfully sticking her tongue out at him. "It's not my fault you have no control, Doctor!"
"I have no control? Wait a minute, I remember quite a few times when you were the one who…"
She shushed him quickly at that, her face going up in flames as she vividly remembered pushing him onto the jump seat in the control room just so she could jump on top of him and rip his clothes off. Oh that had been absolutely delicious, though the hard console on her naked ass as he had taken her had definitely left her sore more than usual the next day. "Yeah, yeah Spaceman, like I said it's not my fault!"
He laughed and brushed a soft kiss across her lips, pulling himself away with a titanic force of will when he felt the Tardis nudging him to let him know that they were getting close.
"Go finished getting ready, Donna. We're almost there and Captain Cheesecake is likely to come running as soon as he hears the Tardis materializing."
She flashed a sultry smile at him before turning and slipping out of his room, across the hall and into hers.
He shook himself at that look, taking several deep breaths to calm the racing of his hearts while he quickly got dressed.
He made his way to the control room, letting his mind worry over what they were going to find in Cardiff that would be bad enough to have Jack ask him to come and take a look.
He found he was more nervous than usual taking Donna with him into a potentially dangerous situation, now that he had so much to lose but he also knew that she would not allow any coddling of any kind.
The Ood had said that when the silence broke it would not quiet down again for a long while, he sighed as he knew that once again they were going to have to be doing a whole lot of running. He couldn't help the grin at that thought, hand in hand they would be magnificent and she would rise to every challenge just as she always had before.
The ship shuddered as it slipped out of the Vortex, materialization circuits already firing to set them down safely right in front of the big fountain that they had stopped at before. He flipped switches and opened the engines to let the Tardis begin to soak up the energy and refuel so that when they left she would be all topped up and raring to go.
He looked up at the soft brush of Donna's thoughts against his, his breath catching as she made her way to his side. She was wearing form fitting jeans and black flats with a sapphire blue top that had a low cut neckline, just low enough that he was given a tantalizing glimpse of her truly impressive cleavage while a chucky necklace nestled there. The smile was blinding when he saw that she had her hair pulled partially back so that his mark on her neck stood out in bold relief against her milky white skin.
He pulled her close, lips brushing her forehead as he murmured into her hair. "Thank you Donna."
She leaned close for a moment, feeling the warmth fill him to near bursting as his mind brushed against hers in a sweet response. It was indeed worth the minor embarrassment she would feel when Jack saw the mark to feel the happiness radiating from him over so simple a gesture.
The Tardis shuddered finally when she began to soak up the energy from the rift, the Doctor turned to look at the gauges, frowning when he saw the readings on the screen.
The rift was violently active right now, spawning micro rifts all over the city that were opening and closing at random intervals. Worse, it was spreading. By the Vortex, no wonder Jack had called him.
No sooner had he thought of the immortal then he heard the pounding on the doors of the Tardis. "Doctor! DOCTOR!"
The Doctor and Donna ran to the door, throwing it open just a panicked Jack nearly fell through it. He stood up, eyes flashing as he locked onto the Time Lord. "What the hell took you so long?"
The Doctor gave Donna's hand one more tight squeeze before the shutter fell over his emotions, making sure to check on the barriers she had built within her mind while she was getting ready before he turned to Jack. "We came as soon as we got the signal, Jack. Come on, tell me what's going on."
The Doctor felt the grim sense of purpose settle over him like a mantle as he led Jack deeper into the Tardis. It was time to rejoin the universe, and it looked like the universe had been saving up for this one.
Yup, time to join up with Captain Jack and what's left of the Torchwood crew!