This takes place before the Doctor's infamous trip on the planet Midnight. I think there will be 4 chapters to this and I think all of them are going to be really short like this one. The Last chapter will be rated M.

Summery: The Doctor and Donna relax and enjoy a massage.

The Doctor and Donna Noble laid happily side by side completely naked with only towels to preserve their modesty. Both laid blissfully on their bellies with heads turned facing each other. Donna smiled at the Doctor, "double massage tables. Yessss!" She said with delight as a masseuse with four hands worked her magic on Donna's back. "She has four hands!" Donna squealed.

"I know, so does mine." The Doctor smiled back as another masseuse worked on his legs.

"I bet you never thought we'd be naked in a bed together." Donna laughed

"Not in a million years." The Doctor answered back, looking down eyeing her condition.

"Oi! No peeking! No mating I don't do interspecies!" Donna declared and pushed the Doctor's chin up.

"I wouldn't dream of it!" The Doctor said.

"Really? Why? Am I not exotic and alien enough for you?" Donna asked.

She was joking but as always the Doctor didn't notice and he almost fell off the massage table in surprise. "No. No. No. You're very... um...um..." his mind went blank, " Ginger! Yes, ginger, it's lovely." he sighed as his voice carried to a higher pitch, "Really!Lovely...I...umm... if I were human I bet i'd dream about it- I mean you." The Doctor paused and leaned up from the massage table, "Well, actually I did have this one dream about you."

"What?" Donna asked in fake shock, she was trying not to laugh.

"It wasn't -that- sort of dream, although you were wearing that rather distracting purple dress you got in Pompeii and there was a bottle of champagne and you were..."

"Joking!" Donna said as she exploded with laughter, she could no longer hold it in, perhaps he was just too alien for her humor. Donna turned her head away from the Doctor and relaxed allowing the masseuse to continue with the best massage Donna could ever dream of.

The Doctor's panicked face relaxed into a large very happy smile. "Oh" Was all he could say as he laid back down on the massage table and fondly stared at her beautiful ginger hair

"So what was that about a dream? I'm so very ginger? Distracting purple dress?"

The Doctor's face turned red. "It really wasn't that sort of dream."