Of TARDISes and Trouble ♦ for gaillfreys_last

[noblexcompanion]

The Cardavians had been tracking the Doctor for some time. The last Time Lord in existence; and with a sample of his genetic material they could unravel his DNA and discover the secrets of regeneration. With their home planet destroyed and their numbers in decline, regeneration was the only key to their survival; and with it? The power to take

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[noblexcompanion]

Donna settles for the feijoada and some rice with deep-fried bananas and pork rinds. "This smells delicious. Seriously." She settles back in her seat, crossing her legs as she picks at the dish with her fork. It's great not to have to cook for once.

[gaillfreys_last]

When they arrive back at the table, the Doctor offers to get their drinks. "Anything in particular, from the bar?"

[noblexcompanion]

"Medium white wine would be lovely, ta." She's tempted to ask for beer, but beer and balls don't really go together, she's trying to be every bit the lady and downing pints would ruin the image.

[gaillfreys_last]

He nods and brings back her wine, along with some kind of Brazilian pop. "This looked interesting, thought it would be a change," he sips, approving. "Very nice," the Doctor says, digging into his meal.

[noblexcompanion]

"Old." She twirls. "Age." Another twirl. "Pensioners." She spins into him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Though, I suppose at 985 or how ever old you are those hips of yours are bound to be giving you jip." She laughs, sliding her hand down to rest on his hip as they dance.

[gaillfreys_last]

"Well, that depends on the regeneration. Although, I've been lucky to have the body of a thirty something year old," he says, grinning.

[noblexcompanion]

"Regeneration. Time Lord equivalent of anti-wrinkle cream." She coos, her hand still resting on that far too skinny hip.

[gaillfreys_last]

He laughs. "Yeah, something like that," he rolls his eyes playfully. His hand reaches her hand, covering it. His other hand touches her opposite hip.

[noblexcompanion]

"If anyone else said that, I'd be doubting their intentions." She teases, uncurling herself from her comfy spot under his chin to look at him, smiling playfully.

"A few more dances then back to the TARDIS," she confirms.

[gaillfreys_last]

Those few dances go by and they walk out of the beautiful hotel, to the TARDIS. He holds her hand until he needs to unlock the door. "So, tea, coffee? Just say goodnight?"

[noblexcompanion]

"Can't end a date without a drink." Donna waits until the door is unlocked, before leaning in quickly and bravely (or stupidly, depending on your point of view) to capture his lips with her own. Maybe she shouldn't've had those last few glasses of wine between dances.

[gaillfreys_last]

He's surprised, but kisses her in kind, after the door is unlocked. Breaking it, he gestures for her to go in.