Weekly drabble fic
Title: Constraint
Author: the_willows
Rating: Teen - mild implication of mature themes
Prompt Word: bow
Disclaimer: they're obviously not mine; if they were they'd have been doing this onscreen...
Notes/Warning: Response to Weekly Drabble Challenge #6 at doctor_donna
Also inspired by one of the pictures in my manip request post
Gasping, Donna, nearly lost her footing.
"Not so hard!" she admonished, panting slightly.
"Am I hurting you?" The Doctor asked, loosening his grip.
"No. No, it's fine, please keep going..." She looked back over her shoulder at him with a grin.
"Only if you're sure, it's a tight fit already, and if you're not used to it..."
Donna reached behind her to slap his hand.
"Who says I'm not used to it? Don't make presumptions, Spaceman." There was amusement in her voice.
The Doctor took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He steeled himself.
"OK, I'll give it one more go. Brace yourself, Donna."
She leant forward and tightened her grip on the bed rail.
"OK, ready when you are!"
He wound his hands tighter in the satin ribbons, and pulled back hard, bracing one foot against the bed.
"Yeeeeeeeeess!" he cried, as Donna pulled against him with another gasp.
The Doctor quickly fastened the ribbons into a bow at her waist, admiring how the bones of the corset followed the lines of her figure. Donna released her grasp, and straightened up, turning to face him.
"So, what do you think?" she asked, her porcelain skin pale and smooth against the deep red taffeta of the corset. The Doctor swallowed.
"Yes, it's very...um... becoming on you." he turned to watch as she swept over to the dressing table in a crisp swish of matching voluminous taffeta skirts. She picked up an intricately beaded jet choker.
"Would you mind?" she asked, and he moved over to stand behind her, fingers trembling slightly as he took the choker from her, feeling breathless as she lifted up her arm to sweep the soft auburn curls from her neck.
He placed it at her throat, noting how it matched the fine black lace that edged the corset. Having fastened the choker, he stepped back, watching as she let her hair fall around her shoulders again, carefully arranging it. Her eyes briefly held his in the mirror before she picked up her lip gloss, applying a coat of slick, glassy red sheen to her mouth.
"So will I do?" she asked, turning around in another satisfying rustle of expensive cloth, standing hands on hips to face him.
The look on her face told him that the answer had better be yes, but there was no question of it being otherwise.
He swallowed again, allowing his eyes to roam over her.
"Um...this masquerade ball your cousin's having, is it absolutely imperative that we attend?" he asked hopefully.
Donna took a step towards him, her bosom heaving above the corset, threatening to spill.
"We're in a country hotel," she breathed through her painted lips, "it's Midsummer's Eve, and there's a virtually impossible maze outside..."
He breathed in the possibility she left hanging in the air, praying his jacket was long enough to conceal his anticipation, as he escorted her from the room.
Author: the_willows
Rating: Teen - mild implication of mature themes
Prompt Word: bow
Disclaimer: they're obviously not mine; if they were they'd have been doing this onscreen...
Notes/Warning: Response to Weekly Drabble Challenge #6 at doctor_donna
Also inspired by one of the pictures in my manip request post
Gasping, Donna, nearly lost her footing.
"Not so hard!" she admonished, panting slightly.
"Am I hurting you?" The Doctor asked, loosening his grip.
"No. No, it's fine, please keep going..." She looked back over her shoulder at him with a grin.
"Only if you're sure, it's a tight fit already, and if you're not used to it..."
Donna reached behind her to slap his hand.
"Who says I'm not used to it? Don't make presumptions, Spaceman." There was amusement in her voice.
The Doctor took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He steeled himself.
"OK, I'll give it one more go. Brace yourself, Donna."
She leant forward and tightened her grip on the bed rail.
"OK, ready when you are!"
He wound his hands tighter in the satin ribbons, and pulled back hard, bracing one foot against the bed.
"Yeeeeeeeeess!" he cried, as Donna pulled against him with another gasp.
The Doctor quickly fastened the ribbons into a bow at her waist, admiring how the bones of the corset followed the lines of her figure. Donna released her grasp, and straightened up, turning to face him.
"So, what do you think?" she asked, her porcelain skin pale and smooth against the deep red taffeta of the corset. The Doctor swallowed.
"Yes, it's very...um... becoming on you." he turned to watch as she swept over to the dressing table in a crisp swish of matching voluminous taffeta skirts. She picked up an intricately beaded jet choker.
"Would you mind?" she asked, and he moved over to stand behind her, fingers trembling slightly as he took the choker from her, feeling breathless as she lifted up her arm to sweep the soft auburn curls from her neck.
He placed it at her throat, noting how it matched the fine black lace that edged the corset. Having fastened the choker, he stepped back, watching as she let her hair fall around her shoulders again, carefully arranging it. Her eyes briefly held his in the mirror before she picked up her lip gloss, applying a coat of slick, glassy red sheen to her mouth.
"So will I do?" she asked, turning around in another satisfying rustle of expensive cloth, standing hands on hips to face him.
The look on her face told him that the answer had better be yes, but there was no question of it being otherwise.
He swallowed again, allowing his eyes to roam over her.
"Um...this masquerade ball your cousin's having, is it absolutely imperative that we attend?" he asked hopefully.
Donna took a step towards him, her bosom heaving above the corset, threatening to spill.
"We're in a country hotel," she breathed through her painted lips, "it's Midsummer's Eve, and there's a virtually impossible maze outside..."
He breathed in the possibility she left hanging in the air, praying his jacket was long enough to conceal his anticipation, as he escorted her from the room.