An Officer and the Noble Woman, Part 13.4 (13 of ?)
Title: An Officer and the Noble Woman, Part 13.4 (13 of ?)
Author: dtstrainers
Paring: Donna Noble/Peter Carlisle
Beta/Co-Captain of this Ship: WhosInTheAttic- Thanks again for everything.
Rating: M for Mature
Word Count: 4,343 of 12,353 words for all four parts of Part 13. LiveJournal hasn't been liking me lately and is making me break this up into several parts. I'm just happy it's letting me post and share anything again....
Summary: Peter and Donna spend an evening at Donna's home.
Disclaimer: Donna and Peter both belong to others, except in my own twisted version of what should be. My Great and Glorious plan is to post at least once a week, and when I do, on Friday, when Live Journal decides to cooperate. I'm just happy it's letting me post and share anything at all again. Also, I'm sad to admit, but I'm behind in my schedule, so this monster post will have to suffice until June 7th, when I'll resume my regular posting schedule.
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Donna was still relaxed from the combination of his hands on her skin and the wine she had drank and she started to feel a recently-familiar heat build low in her belly. “Yeah, that's us- a matched set,” she said as he brushed her hair back from her face. She turned slightly so that her body was angled more towards his, putting her hands on his chest and fisting them into his shirt to urge him closer. Peter leaned forward and toppled them both to the cushions, partially pinning Donna beneath him.
She squealed with delight and smiled as he kissed her neck. “Why, Detective Inspector, do you feel the need to restrain me? Am I a danger to the public?” she teased, giggling as he found a sensitive spot beneath her left ear.
“Nae, not the public,” he breathed, “just me.” He leaned his hip into her and took one of her wrists in hand, pinning it gently above her head as he moved to cover her mouth with his.
A jolt of desire, hot and desperate, broke over her as she felt his growing arousal against her thigh and she was suddenly very glad that she had changed clothes. Donna pulled him closer and sucked his earlobe, whispering, "Well, maybe you'll have to restrain me for your own safety, then...” She arched up into him, wanting more contact and moaned into his mouth.
Peter smiled against her lips and repositioned himself so that he was situated between her thighs, then brought her free wrist up to the first, holding them both--crossed--under one hand, gently. She bit her lip in anticipation of what he might do and had to squirm to relieve a bit of the stress she felt between her legs. She was growing more and more aroused by the minute and she wondered if he knew. Could he feel the heat from her hot, wet sex as he lay prone against her?
As Donna strained against him, Peter used his free hand to ruck up her shirt, stroking her skin as he moved his lips to her neck. He could feel her trembling under his touch, and she thrust her hips up to meet his, arching her head back in pleasure as his hands found her breasts under her tank top.
She squirmed under his grip, and he chanced pressing down a bit; he didn’t want to hurt her wrists, or make her feel genuinely trapped, but he found that he liked this game. He ground against her again, then pulled her shirt up more, tugging the cup of her bra down so he could wrap his lips around her left nipple.
She wanted to touch him so much then, but his grip on her wrists was firm. “Peter, oh love, please...I want to touch you....,” she cried breathlessly, and as much as she wanted to touch him, her body was screaming for his touch in return. She could feel how drenched her knickers were becomming with her want of him. “Policeman,” she breathed, pleading.
When he took her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue gently against it, she knew she was ready for him and she wanted him- now. She bit her lip and decided that two could play his little game. “Detective Inspector, what are you charging me with?” she purred. “Have I done something bad?”
Peter exhaled a shaky breath against her flesh at the sound of her words. " Oh, yeah," he ground out, his accent thickening with his arousal, "ye've definitely been bad. Enticin' an officer of the law is a serious crime." He emphasized his point by rocking his hips into hers. "Very serious.”
She exhaled a shaky breath then strained against his hands, rising up a bit so that her lips brushed against his ear. “Oh, Detective, I had no idea!” she whispered in mock-horror as her tongue traced the outline of his jaw. “I'm willing to confess and make any restitution needed to make this right again.”
“Are ye tryin' te bribe me, Miss Noble?” he breathed against her skin as he trailed his lips across the inner swell of her breasts. He took her right nipple into his mouth as his free hand massaged her left breast.
‘Oh, no, sir!” Donna exclaimed. “I know I've been bad, but I don't want any trouble with the law.” She was all but panting then and couldn't stand the pressure of his twitching erection against her. She ground up into him, and despite the layers of cloth separating them, he hissed at her touch, finally breaking.
“Well, I suppose we can work s'mthin' out... ,” he conceded as he let go of her wrists and trailed his hands down her body hungrily before he began tugging at her trousers. She raised her hips to encourage him to remove them entirely, along with her knickers. Peter untied the drawstring of her trousers and pulled them down slowly, running his fingertips across her hips, and the smooth skin of her thighs. Donna threw her head back with a whimper, twisting and turning at his touch, and when she reached up and grabbed his tie to pull him toward her mouth, Peter’s stomach did a cartwheel.
“Ohhh, Detective, what exactly can you deduce from this reaction, hmm?” she moaned, greedily sucking his bottom lip and arching her hips up to meet his.
“Well,” he replied huskily, kissing her lips and jaw and neck as he traced his fingers down her torso, across her hips and between her legs. He lightly caressed the crease where her thigh joined her body: he was teasing her a little, he knew. “I think...,’ he murmured as his fingers crept slowly closer, ‘Ye'd like it....very much....if I touched you...right...,’ he hesitated, stroking between her folds to make sure she was ready for what he wanted to do next and was pleased to find that she was. “...here,” he finished as he slid two fingers into her.
He was rewarded for his efforts by Donna's sharp intake of breath, ending in an indecent moan of pleasure. “Oh, Peter, and that was just your hand,” she whimpered, all but weeping. “Oh, please, don't stop. Please, kiss me,” she begged him, drowning in his eyes.
He grinned wolfishly before gloating over her response. “Looks like m’ powers of deduction have served me well,” he said before he covered her mouth with his own and worked his fingers in and out of her slowly, his thumb stroking clumsy circles against her clit. She was ready to scream then, with every nerve in her body firing at once, and his hands...she bit back a moan again...if he kept doing that, she was going to be done before they really got started. She had to slow this down and right now.
She reached up and grabbed Peter by the tie again, pulling him back for another kiss. While he braced himself on both hands above her body, she carefully loosened it. He expected her to just slip the knot free, but she broke the kiss to gently pull it up and over his head, smiling evilly the whole time. Mischief danced in her eyes when he paused, trying to deduce what she had in mind. ”What are ye up to? Ye look like the cat that got the cream,” he asked with a smile, and when she grinned in response, he leaned down to steal another kiss.
“Oh, just a bit of payback, In-spec-tor,” Donna sing-songed at him in his ear, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and running her tongue along his earlobe. “You do believe in payin’ your debts, don't you?”
At the feel of her tongue against his skin, his voice dropped an octave and he muttered, “Oh, yeah. What do I owe ye, Miss Noble?” He struggled to untangle himself from his shirt and she helped, flinging it over her head and off the couch, his undershirt following immediately after. Peter’s erection was straining against his trousers at this point and he shifted to get more comfortable, pressing his hips into hers. “What must I do,” he asked, grinding against her, “to settle things between us, hmm?”
Donna reached up slowly as if to embrace Peter before yanking him down on top of her, taking advantage of his surprise to roll him over and straddle him. “You'll hold still if you know what's good for you,” she warned as she slowly pressed herself to him. He gave a strained cry of mingled pleasure and frustration, reaching for her hips before stopping himself, trying to obey.
“Donna!” he sighed, raising his hands in surrender and closing his eyes for a moment, and that was all she needed. She leaned over him, pushing his hands down to the pillow above his head before quickly slipping his tie around his wrists and tightening the knot. She took a second to gauge his stunned reaction before tying the free ends to the tubular metal frame of her couch.
“Now then,” she drawled as she straddled his lap, taking a moment to admire her handiwork, “let's discuss the terms of that debt.” She trailed her fingertips down his prone chest and brushed against his belly, just shy of the waistband of his trousers. Peter's cock jumped at this turn of events as a new wave of heat burst in his groin: he was nearly at a loss for words, struggling weakly at the bindings.
“Aye, Miss Noble,” he breathed, his accent thick as molasses, “ Yer here t’collect then? I reckon I'm ready te pay.” He bucked up hard against her and she gave his leg a gentle slap, raising her eyebrows meaningfully. When he stilled beneath her, she continued.
“I think...,” she said, mimicking his earlier cadence as she started to unbuckle his belt. “...you ...” she continued, moving down his body and starting to slowly unzip his trousers. “...And I...can come...” she dipped her fingers into his trousers, brushing against his bare hips, and tugged down both his trousers and his pants at a go, finally freeing his erection. “...to some sort of an arrangement.”
Peter hissed as the the cool air of the room hit his overheated skin and his hips automatically shifted beneath her. “An'thin' ye'd like of me, Miss Noble,” he choked out, voice trembling and faintly embarrassed. His response was positively undignified; after all, she’d hardly touched him. He pulled against the tie again and cursed weakly under his breath.
Donna smiled and licked her lips. “Oh, I like all of you, sir, quite a bit...” she admitted. She inched down his body, brushing his hips with her hair, and hovered just above his cock. “Especially this bit...” She slowly licked the tip, pulling it into her mouth and tilting her head to watch his reaction.
His eyes squeezed shut and when his lungs nearly burst, he gasped for air, astonished to find that he’d been holding his breath. “Donna....you donae...that... what...oh, bloody...ffffff...ffuuu...Fuck!” he cried as he squirmed beneath her.
She decided that she liked to make him lose his composure enough to curse and set about doing it again. “What was that, sir?” she asked innocently as she trailed a fingertip down his hip and then back up his inner thigh. “Did you say something?” She bent down again and licked his shaft, making sure to lift up enough so that her breasts brushed up against his balls. He pulled again at the tie binding his hands and knew he’d never again be able to wear it without thinking of her.
Peter was looking down his body at her now, his mouth open, panting raggedly and fighting to keep his eyes in focus. “Donna, please,” he whimpered, straining against his bonds. He wasn’t quite sure which type of release he was begging for at that moment, but she wasn’t providing either. Instead, Donna responded by taking him into her mouth again and swirling her tongue against the underside of his cock, smiling when she felt the muscles in his thighs tighten.
She enjoyed watching him struggle and she was curious to see how far she could push him before she eventually took pity and released him. “Back to our discussion, then,” she announced. “What terms do you offer? It's important that you watch...,” she paused to straddle his hips again, “your accounts most carefully.” Peter bit his lip and his eyes became dark and determined. His breathing grew deeper, steadier, in through his nose and out through his mouth. She reached up to fondle her breast, shifting so that he was nestled right at her entrance. “Are you watching?” she teased as his eyes darted first to her face, then down to her breasts, her navel, and finally, her curls.
“Aye,” he murmured thickly, clenching and unclenching his jaw. She rolled her hips against his and let the tip of his cock graze the wet lips of her sex. Reaching up to cup her other breast, she flicked both nipples and slowly pulled herself over him. She was so ready for Peter and so wet, but she wanted to make him wait for it, just a little bit, wondering what he might do.
He swallowed hard and as he shifted beneath her, Donna realized Peter was fighting for control, of both himself and the situation. For a fraction of a second, she questioned the wisdom of her actions and wondered how this might end until she looked down into his eyes. He was trembling, struggling for self-restraint: something was there, nearly obscured by lust and hunger, but she could see it all the same. “Oh, Peter,” she whispered, all pretense of a game lost in her arousal, “I want you so much. You're all I ever wanted, and so much more than I ever dared to hope for.” She lifted her hips a tiny bit and slowly slid down onto his shaft.
He cried out and he knew that if his hands weren’t tied, he’d grab her by the hips and make her scream his name. “Donna, I--I--I need...” He stammered, his breath shaky and labored, his body flushed and trembling beneath hers, his cock achingly hard. “....you...Oh... Ye feel amazin'....I wan’ t’...” he gasped, holding tightly to his bindings. She was sliding onto him slowly and he wondered how he didn’t go off like a schoolboy.
Donna rolled her head forward, letting her hair spill over her shoulder as she pulled up and almost off him, hovering for a moment before slowly sliding back down. She pulled up one more time and when she felt him shudder beneath her, she could stand it no longer. She leaned up and over him to release his hands and immediately, Peter grabbed her hips. He squeezed firmly and pulled her back down on him hard. She arched up in her passion, her hair swinging wildly behind her in a brilliant ginger cascade. “Oh, again, do that again,” she moaned.
When he was sure of his hold, he bucked up into her, groaning her name. He pulled her down on him again and he watched her face as she bit her lip and braced a hand against his chest in an effort to remain upright. “Donna, ye are so beau'iful. I couldnae stay away from ye if I tried.” He pulled her to him again, this time simultaneously thrusting up into her.
She cried out and tried to stay in place, letting him pound into her at just the right angle, but she honestly didn’t know how much longer she could control herself. “Oh, Peter,” she gasped as he slid home once more, “Tell me what you want.”
He pulled her hips to his, and she finally lost her balance and leaned over him. It was his turn to take advantage of the element of surprise and without thinking, he flipped them over so that now Donna was on her back.
“Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes...” It was all she could think, all she could say as he regained the upper hand in their lovemaking. “Please,” Donna begged, “I want to be whatever you want... you're all I’ll ever want...”
He was on top of her then, and he gathered each of her legs in his arms, resting the back of her knee against the bend of his elbow. He leaned forward and started pounding into her. “You, Donna, I want...I want...you...,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust.
She’d been waiting for him to catch his breath and finish his statement when his meaning finally filtered down through the haze of emotion. When she realized what he was saying, Donna closed her eyes and a tear slipped down her cheek. She lost all sense of time and place and awareness and her world flared white-hot behind her eyes. Reaching up, she clutched his hand on her leg, lifting her hips just a fraction to let him even closer to her.
Peter’s hands trembled and he felt as though he were standing somewhere outside of himself, watching what happened next. His self-restraint shattered and he caressed Donna’s face once before withdrawing from her and pulling her up to her knees against him. “Turn around,” he growled.
Without thinking, Donna shifted around then looked around to see if it was what he wanted. Peter squeezed her hip, nuzzling up against her ear. “Might wan' t’ hold on there,” he gestured to the back of the couch frame, pressing his cock against her bum. She did as he suggested, and a hot thrill ran through her, settling in her core. Peter gripped her bum for a moment, before taking himself in hand and sliding into her again. After a moment’s readjustment, he started pumping into her, setting a punishing rhythm.
One hand on her hip, he bent over her body to kiss her back, his other hand clutching at her breast, massaging it and fondling her hard nipple. She moaned and ground back into him, reaching behind her with one hand to grab his bum and feel the muscles tense as he pounded into her. When she realized her clit was exposed, she shifted her weight and leaned forward, bracing herself more fully on the back of the couch as she rubbed small, hard circles on her nub.
Lips and teeth and tongue explored Donna's exposed back before Peter straightened up again, reaching his hand around to cover hers. “Show me how ye wan' me to touch ye,” he managed to say, “I wan' te make ye cum.”
She was so close again and when he reached his hand around her, asking her to teach him how to touch her, she almost cried. She couldn’t speak, so she guided his hand with her own. As his movements gained in confidence, Donna arched her back and threw an arm back to embrace him and when she climaxed a moment later, it was hard and fast and powerful and she was afraid she’d collapse beneath him. The fingers of one hand were still rubbing her clit, working her through her orgasm and Peter’s other arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her to him. Her muscles were squeezing him intensely and he nipped at her neck, cursing and sighing. He felt his own orgasm approaching then and he wondered if Donna’s throbbing, clutching walls felt as sensitive as his cock did.
She was falling and falling and falling, and every movement he made inside her echoed throughout her entire body. She felt as if she was floating or flying or just that she was hovering, but he was right there with her, wherever she was, and it was brilliant. It was bloody, bloody brilliant and she leaned back to kiss the man behind her, the man that she thought she might love. When her lips touched his neck, it sent a chill through his whole body. He cried out her name and bucked into her wildly as he came and came hard. Donna smiled and pulled him even closer than before, one arm over her shoulder, wrapped around his neck, the other over the arm clutching her waist. “Oh, Policeman,” she sighed, “Don't ever leave me.”
When his orgasm subsided, he slumped against her, circling his arms around her and placing kisses along her shoulder. “There’s nothin’ on Earth that could drag me away,” he whispered. He reluctantly withdrew from her and laid down on the couch, urging her to join him so he could hold her. She smiled, both at his words and his actions, and reaching for a blanket tossed over the back of the couch, she covered them and snuggled down next to him.
“Donna?” He nudged her neck with his nose then placed a soft kiss there, making her twitch her shoulders and giggle. She turned her face up to him.
“Hmmmm?”
“Next time ye think ye'd like to try some light bondage, warn me; I won't leave my handcuffs at work,” he said with a grin.
“Yeah?” she challenged, but without heat. “Next time you want to try somethin’ strenuous, I’ve got a perfectly good bed we can utilize,” she tossed back at him. Thinking about what she said, she suddenly became bashful. “You do know, this is all your fault, right?” Peter raised his eyebrows quizzically, wondering what exactly she was blaming him for. When his hand crept across her hip, he smirked as she shuddered involuntarily. “I'm serious,” she cried indignantly, batting away his hand gently. “I never, ever thought to, ... I mean I’d never tried...that is, until I met you, I just...” she trailed off, embarrassed.
Now that the ardor had left him, Peter was feeling a bit sheepish himself. “Donna, are ye okay? I didnae mean to be so... “
Her eyes widened and she realized he was worried by her reaction and she hastened to clarify. “Oh, no, no, no! That was...amazin’!” she said quickly, turning in his arms to rest her hands against his chest. “I mean, really, really amazin’, and brilliant and...oh, I just don't want you to think I've ever done that with anyone else before.... I don't mean to say that I never.... I just never did like that.... “, she babbled as she looked up into his lovely face and those gorgeous, deep brown eyes. “This isn't coming out very well,” she admitted, and she released a sigh that lifted her bangs back out of her eyes. “And I have a feelin’ it isn't goin’ to get any better, so I'd better just blurt it out, then.”
‘Peter, I love every single thing we've done together, from gettin' chips, to things more....intimate...and now, I'm ruined for life,” Donna admitted in a rush. “It’s all your fault. I don't want to ever do those things again....without you,” she finished quietly.
Peter smiled a bit dreamily, still glowing from their activities. “It's not my business to judge what ye’ve done or haven't done before, Donna,” he whispered. “Yer here; now. With me. That's all that matters. And I'm glad ye enjoyed it...I did too.” He placed a tiny kiss on her forehead and tucked her head below his chin, stroking her hair.
“Donna?” he asked quietly after a moment.
“Yes?” she replied as she nestled happily in his embrace.
“I love ye,” Peter stated simply. “I think I’m fallin’ in love with ye.”
Stunned into silence for a split second, Donna pulled back to look into his eyes and she reached out a tentative finger to trace his lips. “Oh, Peter,” she breathed. “I love you, too. I do, I really, really do.” She kissed him gently. “Whatever I did to deserve you, I'll never know.”
“Must’ve been pretty bad t’ end up with a git like me, but as it's escaped the notice of the local constabulary thus far, I'm inclined to let it lie,” he teased and she slapped his hand in retaliation. He took her hand in his and smirked, then grew serious. “I want to be a part of yer life, t’ meet yer friends and family- properly, this time. That first night at the George; ye were with yer friend, right? Nerys?” Donna nodded and he continued. “And ye should've been with her tonight, right?” he asked gently. When Donna looked down and away, he continued. “How 'bout we meet up with her first, on Wednesday? I owe her an apology, anyway, for takin’ ye away.”
“If that’s what you want,” she said, biting her lip and looking up at him through her lashes. “I’ll see if she can make it.”
“Donna, should I go? I’d need to be up early in the mornin’ to go back to my place for a change of clothes- I have to go in tomorrow and meet up with Ian. We’re close on this one, but we’re run up against a wall and I promised to meet him to go over the case, to see if we cannae shake somethin’ loose,” he admitted, pushing his hair back off his forehead and making it stand wildly on end.
Donna grinned and reached up to finger-style his hair back into a semblance of his normal appearance. “That’s OK,” she said. “I was thinkin’ of pulling a volunteer stretch at the Women’s Shelter in the mornin’. It’s my weekend there this month, so I’ll have to be up early as well. You can stay the night, if you want,” she offered hopefully.
“Oh, I want, Miss Noble. I want,” he whispered, holding her tight. “I want to wake up with ye in my arms every mornin’ fer the rest of our lives.”
Donna smiled against his skin, his words drifting down and following her into unconsciousness. “I love you, Policeman,” she murmured. “And don't you forget it. I promise I won't.”
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