Rock n Roll
Title: Rock n Roll
Characters: Ten/Donna
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor's never really been one to put over the smooth moves, but he can pull them out on occasion. At least, he thinks he can. Donna firmly believes he has some ways yet to go in his education.
“It’s your fault, Doctor!”
“Oi! How’s it my fault?”
“I said I didn’t want any of this - this stuff going on!”
“I think you’ll find I was the one who said I just wanted to be mates! I didn’t ask for this either, you know.”
“Well, I’ll have you know that when I signed on, falling in love with a bloody alien was definitely not on my cards!”
“Or mine!”
“You so better not be calling me an alien, boyo. Oh please, do you have to move so close?”
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“Well, rack off and do it from the other end of the seat, thanks.”
“Can’t. Um, because, what I wanted to ask is … Donna, do you think it would be all right if I kissed you?”
“I suppose we’ve got to now, haven’t we? What with the whole us falling in love thing … damn alien.”
“Cheer up, Donna. I mean, look on the bright side. We might not even like it.”
“Or we might.”
“And? …”
“It’s the ‘might’ that scares me.”
“Oh. Actually, me too, a bit.”
“Just … stop touching me.”
“Donna, I’m not touching you.”
“Your leg - it’s touching mine.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Don't see you moving it.”
“Nup.”
“You're going about the right way for a smack.”
“Donna?”
“What?”
“You smell like strawberries.”
“So do you, Spaceman. Been using my shampoo a bit, have we?”
“Well, it reminds me of you.”
“Oh, please.”
“Donna?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Reaaaally? Know what? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Ha! Do I detect a hint of a smile?”
“No. No smile.”
“I’m sure I do … right … there.”
“Stop poking at me!”
“Aha, there it is! I was right.”
“Oh god. Hurry up and kiss me and let’s get this over with. Then I’m going back to Chiswick and you’ll never hear from me again. No. Second thoughts, not Chiswick. The Amazon. You’ll never find me there …”
“Donna, my love for you is bigger than the Amazon.”
“You nit. I’m having second thoughts about this whole kissing thing.”
“Then why’s your hand on my chest?”
“Why’s your hand on mine? … Hmm, better.”
“Sorry about that. It slipped.”
“Sure it did.”
“It did! Sweaty palms. See?”
“Nervous, Timeboy?”
“Weeeeell. A bit. You?”
“Nup.”
“Donna?”
“Fine, petrified. Just do it already!”
“You do it! - mmpppphh …”
* * *
“Doctor?”
“Donna?”
“I’ve decided, I’m not moving to the Amazon.”
“Thought not.”
“Hoo, aren’t we cocky … god, I did not just say that, stop looking at me like that!”
“We’re in trouble, aren’t we, Donna?”
“Big trouble.”
“Double trouble, in fact.”
“Soooooo … making out on the jump seat? Some big mighty Time Lord you are. You’re such a guy.”
“Oh, I've done the fifties. I can be a bit rock and roll.”
“Then show me how.”
“What?”
“Afraid to?”
“N-n-no …”
“How long is it since you …”
“That’s a very personal question, Donna!”
“Hate to break it to you, sunshine, but we’re going to get a whole lot more personal before this is through.”
“But … you’re undoing my tie …”
“Yep.”
“And - and my jacket …”
“Damn buttons - there we go.”
“Oh.”
“Got any moves yourself?”
“Well, a few. Trouble is my middle name.”
“It is not.”
“Technically it is. Long story, I’ll tell it some other time … WAIT! Stop, Donna. Are you sure about this?”
“Well - yes. I mean, you’re an emotionally retarded skinny streak of a claiming-to-be-a-Time-Lord, but for some bizarre reason I really do love you. Oh god. What does that say about me?”
“Only that you’re my favourite, albeit more-than-normally-gobby, rude and ginger human and I love you to bits. Well, not to bits, I suppose. That wouldn't really work.”
“Such romantics, aren’t we?”
“Aw, you know we wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, let's see about a few of those moves ...”
“Doctor? Just so you know, I wasn't talking about dancing the hand jive.”
“... Right ... I knew that.”
Characters: Ten/Donna
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor's never really been one to put over the smooth moves, but he can pull them out on occasion. At least, he thinks he can. Donna firmly believes he has some ways yet to go in his education.
“It’s your fault, Doctor!”
“Oi! How’s it my fault?”
“I said I didn’t want any of this - this stuff going on!”
“I think you’ll find I was the one who said I just wanted to be mates! I didn’t ask for this either, you know.”
“Well, I’ll have you know that when I signed on, falling in love with a bloody alien was definitely not on my cards!”
“Or mine!”
“You so better not be calling me an alien, boyo. Oh please, do you have to move so close?”
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“Well, rack off and do it from the other end of the seat, thanks.”
“Can’t. Um, because, what I wanted to ask is … Donna, do you think it would be all right if I kissed you?”
“I suppose we’ve got to now, haven’t we? What with the whole us falling in love thing … damn alien.”
“Cheer up, Donna. I mean, look on the bright side. We might not even like it.”
“Or we might.”
“And? …”
“It’s the ‘might’ that scares me.”
“Oh. Actually, me too, a bit.”
“Just … stop touching me.”
“Donna, I’m not touching you.”
“Your leg - it’s touching mine.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Don't see you moving it.”
“Nup.”
“You're going about the right way for a smack.”
“Donna?”
“What?”
“You smell like strawberries.”
“So do you, Spaceman. Been using my shampoo a bit, have we?”
“Well, it reminds me of you.”
“Oh, please.”
“Donna?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Reaaaally? Know what? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Ha! Do I detect a hint of a smile?”
“No. No smile.”
“I’m sure I do … right … there.”
“Stop poking at me!”
“Aha, there it is! I was right.”
“Oh god. Hurry up and kiss me and let’s get this over with. Then I’m going back to Chiswick and you’ll never hear from me again. No. Second thoughts, not Chiswick. The Amazon. You’ll never find me there …”
“Donna, my love for you is bigger than the Amazon.”
“You nit. I’m having second thoughts about this whole kissing thing.”
“Then why’s your hand on my chest?”
“Why’s your hand on mine? … Hmm, better.”
“Sorry about that. It slipped.”
“Sure it did.”
“It did! Sweaty palms. See?”
“Nervous, Timeboy?”
“Weeeeell. A bit. You?”
“Nup.”
“Donna?”
“Fine, petrified. Just do it already!”
“You do it! - mmpppphh …”
* * *
“Doctor?”
“Donna?”
“I’ve decided, I’m not moving to the Amazon.”
“Thought not.”
“Hoo, aren’t we cocky … god, I did not just say that, stop looking at me like that!”
“We’re in trouble, aren’t we, Donna?”
“Big trouble.”
“Double trouble, in fact.”
“Soooooo … making out on the jump seat? Some big mighty Time Lord you are. You’re such a guy.”
“Oh, I've done the fifties. I can be a bit rock and roll.”
“Then show me how.”
“What?”
“Afraid to?”
“N-n-no …”
“How long is it since you …”
“That’s a very personal question, Donna!”
“Hate to break it to you, sunshine, but we’re going to get a whole lot more personal before this is through.”
“But … you’re undoing my tie …”
“Yep.”
“And - and my jacket …”
“Damn buttons - there we go.”
“Oh.”
“Got any moves yourself?”
“Well, a few. Trouble is my middle name.”
“It is not.”
“Technically it is. Long story, I’ll tell it some other time … WAIT! Stop, Donna. Are you sure about this?”
“Well - yes. I mean, you’re an emotionally retarded skinny streak of a claiming-to-be-a-Time-Lord, but for some bizarre reason I really do love you. Oh god. What does that say about me?”
“Only that you’re my favourite, albeit more-than-normally-gobby, rude and ginger human and I love you to bits. Well, not to bits, I suppose. That wouldn't really work.”
“Such romantics, aren’t we?”
“Aw, you know we wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, let's see about a few of those moves ...”
“Doctor? Just so you know, I wasn't talking about dancing the hand jive.”
“... Right ... I knew that.”