Redefine
Title: Redefine
Author: Tess/mihane_echo
Rating: Rated E for Everyone
Word Count: 596
Pairing: Ten/Donna
Spoilers: None
Summary: Donna wonders what she and the Doctor are to each other.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it belongs to the Beeb and I'm borrowing it to play with. I don't think there's anything left I can do that would destroy them more than what RTD did, so worry not. ;3
Author's Note: Two fics in two days. I think that calls for a "Hlysht." Unabashedly sappy Ten/Donna fluff. ;B
"What are we doing?"
The Doctor looked up at Donna as she sighed, feeling a bit perplexed by her breathless tone of discontentment; for a moment he wondered if she was regretting the relatively new adjustment to their relationship. But she looked just as perplexed, and he felt relieved that she wasn't actually as exasperated as she sounded. Her question was genuine.
"Uh..." he began, pawing at the hill of fluffy soap bubbles that surrounded him. "Taking a bath together?"
Donna smiled, suppressing a laugh. "No, I mean..." She shifted, sending waves through the warm water under the bubbles. Her leg slid along his, smooth against his own unshaven limb. Her foot rubbed lightly against the underside of his thigh, more affectionate than sensual. "What are we? To each other?"
The Time Lord's eyebrows rose high into his hairline and then he shook his head. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're on about."
"No, I know, I'm not making it clear," Donna said hurriedly. "I was thinking about that little old lady on Catapultya Two-Stars. When she called you my husband and I said that you weren't," she leaned back on her elbow, her fingers twirling through the tendrils of red hair spilling down from her clip. "Then it made me wonder what you are."
He blinked at her, and now she sounded exasperated. "I mean that, my 'partner,' sounds like we're going into business together, or just friends-- or cops. In those eighties cop films they're always partners. Or my lover, and that sounds like I'm cheating on somebody else with you. We're not engaged and we're not married, and other half, significant other, they're all too wordy or pretentious-- what in the world are you grinning about?"
For the Doctor was indeed politely stifling a smile; he couldn't help it. She worried over the most absurd things sometimes. He leaned back, sliding down a bit into the water until the bubbles came up past his collarbone, and he sighed with bemusement. "Nothing, I just thought... I sort of figured that I was your boyfriend."
Donna rolled her eyes. "Oh, that sounds so high school. You don't think I'm a bit old to have a 'boyfriend?'"
He snorted with laughter, and the mound of bubbles in front of him exploded like dandelion fluff. "Right, and at nine-hundred and six, I'm still allowed girlfriends, I suppose?"
She grinned at him, giggling, and ducked her head in a blush. When she looked back up at him, her blue eyes were glittering. "When you start acting nine-hundred and six instead of fourteen, then I think we'll start slowly cutting back on your girlfriends."
The Doctor tipped his head, tongue between his teeth. "Naaaah, I only want the one," he said.
Her smile softened into something more tender, more vulnerable. And then he caught her as she moved forward, going up on her knees and sliding soapy arms around his neck. Her mouth was soft and warm on his, her hands wet when she slid them from behind his head to the sides of his face, rubbing her thumb over his sideburns and the curve of his ears. His hands glided up her naked back, still slick with frothy bubbles, and pulled her closer still.
Donna broke away to grin at him, fingers still playing through his hair. "You don't think it's too domestic?"
He beamed at her. "Well, I've got myself a girlfriend, that's domestic enough. I might as well call her that," he said cheerfully. "My girlfriend. My Donna."
She kissed the end of his nose.
end
Author: Tess/mihane_echo
Rating: Rated E for Everyone
Word Count: 596
Pairing: Ten/Donna
Spoilers: None
Summary: Donna wonders what she and the Doctor are to each other.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it belongs to the Beeb and I'm borrowing it to play with. I don't think there's anything left I can do that would destroy them more than what RTD did, so worry not. ;3
Author's Note: Two fics in two days. I think that calls for a "Hlysht." Unabashedly sappy Ten/Donna fluff. ;B
"What are we doing?"
The Doctor looked up at Donna as she sighed, feeling a bit perplexed by her breathless tone of discontentment; for a moment he wondered if she was regretting the relatively new adjustment to their relationship. But she looked just as perplexed, and he felt relieved that she wasn't actually as exasperated as she sounded. Her question was genuine.
"Uh..." he began, pawing at the hill of fluffy soap bubbles that surrounded him. "Taking a bath together?"
Donna smiled, suppressing a laugh. "No, I mean..." She shifted, sending waves through the warm water under the bubbles. Her leg slid along his, smooth against his own unshaven limb. Her foot rubbed lightly against the underside of his thigh, more affectionate than sensual. "What are we? To each other?"
The Time Lord's eyebrows rose high into his hairline and then he shook his head. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're on about."
"No, I know, I'm not making it clear," Donna said hurriedly. "I was thinking about that little old lady on Catapultya Two-Stars. When she called you my husband and I said that you weren't," she leaned back on her elbow, her fingers twirling through the tendrils of red hair spilling down from her clip. "Then it made me wonder what you are."
He blinked at her, and now she sounded exasperated. "I mean that, my 'partner,' sounds like we're going into business together, or just friends-- or cops. In those eighties cop films they're always partners. Or my lover, and that sounds like I'm cheating on somebody else with you. We're not engaged and we're not married, and other half, significant other, they're all too wordy or pretentious-- what in the world are you grinning about?"
For the Doctor was indeed politely stifling a smile; he couldn't help it. She worried over the most absurd things sometimes. He leaned back, sliding down a bit into the water until the bubbles came up past his collarbone, and he sighed with bemusement. "Nothing, I just thought... I sort of figured that I was your boyfriend."
Donna rolled her eyes. "Oh, that sounds so high school. You don't think I'm a bit old to have a 'boyfriend?'"
He snorted with laughter, and the mound of bubbles in front of him exploded like dandelion fluff. "Right, and at nine-hundred and six, I'm still allowed girlfriends, I suppose?"
She grinned at him, giggling, and ducked her head in a blush. When she looked back up at him, her blue eyes were glittering. "When you start acting nine-hundred and six instead of fourteen, then I think we'll start slowly cutting back on your girlfriends."
The Doctor tipped his head, tongue between his teeth. "Naaaah, I only want the one," he said.
Her smile softened into something more tender, more vulnerable. And then he caught her as she moved forward, going up on her knees and sliding soapy arms around his neck. Her mouth was soft and warm on his, her hands wet when she slid them from behind his head to the sides of his face, rubbing her thumb over his sideburns and the curve of his ears. His hands glided up her naked back, still slick with frothy bubbles, and pulled her closer still.
Donna broke away to grin at him, fingers still playing through his hair. "You don't think it's too domestic?"
He beamed at her. "Well, I've got myself a girlfriend, that's domestic enough. I might as well call her that," he said cheerfully. "My girlfriend. My Donna."
She kissed the end of his nose.
end