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Well it took me forever to write this, obviously. A little AU version of what happened after Runaway Bride. I wrote it before Donna was announced as the Doctor’s new companion. Thanks to my beta’s emeryboard and stellahargrove.

He’s been holding her for ten minutes. Seems like an eternity. White snow falling from the sky, his hand slipping down the white silky material of her wedding gown and then back up again. The fourth time she called for him he almost hadn’t come back, and when he opened the door of the TARDIS she didn’t have anything to say, which for her, he thought, must be a first.

“Come here,” he said, stretching out his arms to her. Humans sometimes needed physical contact when they couldn’t find words. She approached him cautiously, placing one hand on his chest and then slowly lowering her head to where her hand just was.

“You’re freezing,” she said, leaning into him.

“I’m not.” replied the Doctor, his hands taking on a mind of their own. He glided his fingers down the back of her bare arms, guiding them around his waist. His hand slipped a little further on each descent down her spine, before heading back toward her shoulder blades. And all the shoulds and should-nots fill his mind.

The warm glow from her parents’ window reminded him that he should let her go inside to them, that it was Lance she would rather have holding her, and that his hand should definitely not be resting on her waist.

Ah well, time to go before things got much more involved, before she tilted her head and was breathing moistly onto his neck... wait a moment.

“Donna?” He said, looking down at her.

He should be off on his next adventure with Rose. Donna should be on her honeymoon with Lance, except if either were the case, the Daleks or an Arachons Queen would be controlling the Earth.

“Oi, quiet Martian boy.” She roughly threaded her fingers into the hair at the back of his skull and pulled his lips into a clumsily kiss.

“I’m not from Mars,” he reminded her for a least the third time that day.

“Really?” Her eyebrows formed into an impish question mark. “Why don’t you prove it then?” She pulled him back down for another go and her hand popped open his trousers and that’s was that. He couldn’t really resist woman with a strong streak.

He’s was tempted to pick her up and carry her over the TARDIS threshold. But given her dress, he thought it might send the wrong message, so he gently applied pressure on her right hip and maneuvered them inside.

Once the doors closed shut Donnas fingers became a lot more aggressive. Her skin was cool from standing outside in the snow, and he thought about how heated he could make it and what it would feel like to burn.

But before that he needed to get one thing sorted out. "Donna." She was squeezing his cock. He trying was play fair and she was taking horrible advantage of it.

"Donna." He took her face in his hands so that her gaze met his own. "If we do this I can’t bring you alon-"

"No underwear?" she chided mockingly. She was deliberately ignoring his warnings, and that was fine with him. If she asked him why he might just break down and tell her that he couldn’t handle a relationship with another companion so soon after losing the last one. Not that she could compare to Rose, but she was awfully demanding. He could just picture her bossing him about the TARDIS, wearing his cloths, sleeping in his room and insisting on snuggling.

"Wha’ a bad little space man." In any case he was done playing fair. He tilted the palm of his hand underneath her chin and lifted forcing her forward and onto her toes. He kissed her while she was off balance his thumb sneaking down her neck
and pressing into the soft hollow of her throat.

"Hmm bad maybe...."The Doctor conceded.”I guess it depends on your point of view. Bad if you’re a giant spider trying to take over the Earth I suppose." She gasped predictably when pulled his lips away suddenly and released the pressure on her throat. He dragged his bottom lip over her jaw, slowly toward her ear. Now that he started tasting her skin he didn’t want to stop. " I did save your life though, didn’t I?" He took the lobe between his teeth and whispered wetly into it, grinning at the way she shuddered. "That was good wasn’t it?”

In response she pulled down his trousers, they got bunched at his knees, and there was some odd looking leg work as he negotiated them over his Converse.
"Well what do you think?" He asked beaming up at her. Overly impressed with the way he managed to get his trousers over his trainers without tripping.

"Oh my." She blushed back at him.

"I know, and believe me these are really long legs." He said still bragging.
She nodded dumbly. He followed her gaze downward and realized it wasn’t his ‘foot work’ she seemed to be impressed with.

"Oh.”

Up till this point he’d been finding the whole experience....pleasurably amusing? He was aroused....of course he was aroused, hard not to get excited when someone was undressing you. But he’d been slightly more preoccupied with kissing, feeling the warmth of her body radiate onto his skin. But sex, sex would be good too.

Stepping behind her he pulled her body against his." Wedding dress aren't allowed aboard the TARDIS, Donna." His voice dropped into a baritone. "I’m afraid I’ll have to confiscate it."

"I’ve had it on the whole time" She wiggled playfully against him.

"I was making an exception" He licked the exposed portion of her neck tasting the slight brackish trace of the Thames still on her skin.
Pink straps greeted him as he pulled the dress off her shoulders. It fell into a lovely pile at her feet. His cock was pressed against her ass also encased in pink lace and he had to kiss her. He wrapped an arm around her waist pulled her tight to him and peered down. There was a matching a garter belt that held up strawberry stockings and she was still wearing the horrid white shoes, maybe he would let those stay.

"Ginger everywhere," he said approvingly pushing his nose into her hair and his other hand into the more coarse hair underneath her knickers.

"Yeah."

He carried her (well she was out of the wedding dress) into the closest room with a bed. The light in the room was low and reddish. She was kissing his neck, and teasing him, something about the room looking Martian too.
He gave her a smack on the bottom as the back of his knees touched the bed and he lowered them onto it.

“Keep it up and I’ll take you to Mars and leave you there.” He teased, scratching his nails lightly over her stomach.

“You wouldn’t.” She answered with a challenging smirk.

“I....I.” The breath caught in his throat, Donna had just grabbed his erection and was lowering herself onto him, wet, slow, and warm.
He closed his eyes so she couldn’t look into them, didn’t want her to see the ridiculous amount of control, even if it was only momentary, she had over him. If she just moved a little faster and tensed her muscles he would come helplessly without being able to stop himself.

He grabbed her hips and tightened his grip so she couldn’t move.

“Just hold on a tic,” he whispered regaining his composure. No matter how many times he did this, the sensation overtook him in the same way. Humans were so soft and hot inside and the more slippery and wet they got the more silky the softness became.

“Doctor are you all right?” He peeked up at her; her mouth had dropped into a frown, eyes widened with concern.

“I’m fine.” Why would she think he wasn’t?

“Oh good. I thought I hurt you?”

“Hurt me?”

“You made a really weird face.” She said waving her hands nervously in front of her. “Alien biology and all that.”

“Does this feel alien to you?” He pushed his hips while pulling hers forward, setting a slow tempo he could build on. “No, that feels perfect.” She answered the pitch of her voice slightly raised.

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“Doctor…..Doctor……” He kept her on top, but kept switching the ways he made her come. Staying perfectly still and placing his finger on her clit making her work her hips down onto him in order to find release, holding her still and thrusting up hard and fast so that her breast bounced….. Sitting up and kissing her, but now he was back on his back, thinking about something she’d said earlier.

“Please, please please.” She was sweating, her hair sticking to her neck in wet strands and her legs were shaking. As if she’d been walking out in a desert. ‘Walk in dust’ the words swirled themselves in his head like sand in a storm, of course, he knew who she was.

Donna Noble,2008, joined the peace core and opened a school in a desert country that would be attended by one of humanities greatest minds.
When her student, years later, made his acceptance speech of the Nobel Peace Prize, he would say that his greatest inspiration had been the founder of the school ‘Donna Nobel’ who kept the school open in spite of the country’s dangerous politics, and warlords. But, knowing her, he reckoned she just might have been oblivious to them and therefore not scared.

Laughter overtook him which was annoying because he’d been suspending his own release for so long he was more than ready now, he rolled them over and buried his face in the pillow in the throws of giggles.

“What’s so funny…oooo” Donna’s nails dug into his back as he moved inside her laughter subsiding into his own moans of pleasure. When he was sure, he was just about over the edge and in no danger of laughing in her face, he picked up his head and looked at her. “Donna, you’re magnificent,” he said and dissolved into her heat.

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