Fic: For Her Pleasure (1/1)
Title: For Her Pleasure
Rating: R
Pairing: Ten/Donna
Word Count: 258
Summary: She's an insistent one, that Donna Noble. For the doctor_donna Weekly Drabble Challenge #2: Protection.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: Just a bit of pointless, half-baked, slightly crack-ish fun. And do me a favor, and forget the possibility of Human/Time Lord offspring for the next three minutes.
For Her Pleasure
“Donna, we don’t need that.”
“We most certainly do! I can’t be running about space and time with a miniature you yapping at my heels!”
“Donna...”
“Can you imagine? ‘Hold up, Doctor. Just tell those evil aliens chasing behind us to wait a tick, Junior here needs ta nurse.’”
“It’s not that...”
“And who’s to say I even want to have your crazy alien spawn, huh Spaceman? Bit presumptuous of ya, just to assume...”
“Donna! I cannot get you pregnant!”
The silence that follows his interruption is nearly deafening as she stares at him, chin tucked low between her collarbones, her bare nipples hard as the slant of her narrowed eyes begins to match the angle of her cleavage.
“What exactly are you implying, mister? Think I’m too old, do you? Think I’m bloody well barren?”
“Of course not, it’s the genetics -”
“The genetics? Am I not good enough for you, Your High-and-Mighty Time Lordliness? Huh?”
“Your DNA isn’t compatible, it’s not -”
“Have to go through a screening process or somethin’, see if I’m up to snuff, you chauvinistic...”
“Alright!” he bellows, holding out his hand. “Just give me the damn thing.”
She tosses him the condom, and doesn’t say another word. She doesn’t need an apology anymore; watching him fumble with getting it on is more than mollifying enough.
Rating: R
Pairing: Ten/Donna
Word Count: 258
Summary: She's an insistent one, that Donna Noble. For the doctor_donna Weekly Drabble Challenge #2: Protection.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: Just a bit of pointless, half-baked, slightly crack-ish fun. And do me a favor, and forget the possibility of Human/Time Lord offspring for the next three minutes.
For Her Pleasure
“Donna, we don’t need that.”
“We most certainly do! I can’t be running about space and time with a miniature you yapping at my heels!”
“Donna...”
“Can you imagine? ‘Hold up, Doctor. Just tell those evil aliens chasing behind us to wait a tick, Junior here needs ta nurse.’”
“It’s not that...”
“And who’s to say I even want to have your crazy alien spawn, huh Spaceman? Bit presumptuous of ya, just to assume...”
“Donna! I cannot get you pregnant!”
The silence that follows his interruption is nearly deafening as she stares at him, chin tucked low between her collarbones, her bare nipples hard as the slant of her narrowed eyes begins to match the angle of her cleavage.
“What exactly are you implying, mister? Think I’m too old, do you? Think I’m bloody well barren?”
“Of course not, it’s the genetics -”
“The genetics? Am I not good enough for you, Your High-and-Mighty Time Lordliness? Huh?”
“Your DNA isn’t compatible, it’s not -”
“Have to go through a screening process or somethin’, see if I’m up to snuff, you chauvinistic...”
“Alright!” he bellows, holding out his hand. “Just give me the damn thing.”
She tosses him the condom, and doesn’t say another word. She doesn’t need an apology anymore; watching him fumble with getting it on is more than mollifying enough.