Donna appreciated foreplay just as much as the next woman, and the Doctor's sublime skill at it was part of the reason she was aching to feel something a bit more substantial than his fingers inside her. "But still," she thought as he kept playing with her, "nothing can beat a good shag." With that in mind, the Time Lady decided to turn up the heat a bit more. She pulled the Doctor in close and sucked eagerly at his neck.

"OW! Donna, what the fuck was that?" he yelped, trying to get away. She kept herself latched to him.

"A love bite. Now, shut up and hold still, I can kiss it better," she murmured before running her tongue around the outside of the hickey.

"Yeah, right, that kills! Ohhh shit…no…it doesn't…that's starting to feel good, actually." Donna's tongue was a soothing balm. He'd have to ask her just how she'd done that. A couple hundred years ago, a girl who'd married into a family of vampires had tried to give the Doctor a hickey, and ever since then, he'd been wary if anyone tried to kiss his neck. He sucked in a breath through his teeth. This hurt, but as the pain ebbed away, pleasure replaced it.

"Okay, time for the finishing touch," she breathed.

"Which is…?"

"Marking you as mine. Licking my initials into your neck."

That filthy whisper turned the Doctor into an addict. He needed Donna, every last bit of her, now. He gave up the teasing and slowly entered her.

"Hope that workout didn't wear you down too much," Donna panted as their bodies pressed together.

"Nope, I'm…oh my God, keep twirling your hips up like that…good," he grunted.

Donna wrapped her arms around the Doctor's neck and looked up at him, green eyes gleaming with lust, greed, and obscene pride. She, and she alone, would get to enjoy this with him. "I think good's an…mmm, yeah, love, hit that spot…an understatement."

"Yes," he agreed, continuing to explore his best friend's, his lover's, killer body. They were perfectly attuned to each other's needs, altering speeds and angles with little more than glances, moans, and clutches.

Donna rolled over and pinned the Time Lord down, grinning. "I think you let me win that little wrestling match," she teased.

"I did not," he half heartedly protested between kisses.

"Well, you're lucky I'm sweet enough to reward you, even though you lost," she purred as she curled up on his lap. She eased herself back on him.

"No, wait!" he hissed.

"Not again!" She swiped her ginger locks out away from her face and pouted at the alien. "What now, pray tell, is your problem, Doctor? Cause I don't see how any of this-" she indicated herself on top of him- "is a bad thing."

"It's not. It's just…can you do a pose? Yoga pose?" he croaked.

She gave a naughty chuckle. "Absolutely. Those are fun in bed. Got a certain one in mind?"

"That…that one, where your leg's all bendy…" Normally, the Doctor would be embarrassed at his monumental struggle to speak properly, but considering the circumstances, he didn't mind too much.

Donna smirked. "Funny, it seems like you can't concentrate. Can't imagine why." She rocked her body against his, the smirk expanding when she saw and felt his reaction. "But you'll have to be a bit more specific to get what you want."

"You were…laying back, with your knees out, and had one leg out straight and the other bent back to the outside."

"Oooh, good choice, Spaceman." Donna squirmed her way back down his cut body and complied with his request, laughing when she saw his eyes straining to burst out of his head. "Like the view?"

He ran his hands over as much of her as he could reach. "Just…wow."

"Wow to you too," she smiled as their fun continued.

Donna had never rolled on molly or taken ecstasy, but from what she'd heard about the two drugs from her friends who were into the club scene, the sensations one gleaned from them were similar (but could NEVER, EVER compare) to what she felt for however long she and the Doctor were going at it. Her skin was scorching, liquid gold, melting into his. She was possessed by an overwhelming desire to move-slow, fast, side to side, it didn't matter, everything pleased the couple. The weight of this sexual nirvana literally cascaded down upon the redhead, and it only enhanced the experience: Her legs spread a bit wider, letting the Doctor move even deeper into her, and as she leaned back, her breasts heaved forward, right to her mate's hands.

The Doctor was siphoning Donna's pleasure and greatly enjoying it as well, still unable to entirely come to terms with the fact that this sometimes impossible, crazy, stubborn, gorgeous, caring, altogether too right for him companion was willing to be his in this particular way. "Donna Noble…fuck!" He shook his head, disbelieving his good fortune.

The curse word reminded Donna that, yes, a world existed outside of the pleasure that consumed her body. She held herself still, rather unwillingly, and cocked her head. "You just swear?"

"Yeah. Pardon my French, but I'd bet the TARDIS that you fuck better than most porn stars."

She clapped a hand to her mouth. "Doctor!"

"What?" he asked, a bit confused. He considered that a bloody good, albeit inappropriate, compliment.

"Your language!" Or, more accurately, what was normally her language. Though even she wouldn't have dared to say that last phrase. "You're the one who's always prim and proper, clucking your tongue at me when I swear, saying I have a sailor's mouth. Aren't you a bleeding hypocrite!" Though she gave him a scandalized look, a new wet heat was starting to soak her sex and drip down her inner thighs.

"Does every little thing he does melt you to a puddle?"

"Hmm…need a bit of time to figure that out. Get back to you in about a week?"

"What, it's my fault you're such a sexy little swine?" He pouted. "I'm lucky the Greek gods don't really exist. I don't fancy the thought of Zeus snatching ya up and bedding you."

Her eyes flashed as they met for another furious kiss. "What did you just call me, Timeboy?"

He gulped, hoping this wouldn't net him another hickey. "You are a sexy…" His kisses graced the nape of her neck- "Little…" Down to her collarbone- "Swine." He finished with his mouth on her breasts.

"Oi, ain't nothin little about those," she teased, then wrapped a hand around his length. "Or you." She got back on him. "Still think I shag better than a porn star?"

He liked wherever this was going. "Yes. Bet you're loads better."

She winked. "Lucky you, I'm in the mood to finish proving it."

Within minutes (or was that a minute?) the two were absolutely spent.

"Ohhh…my…God." She gasped. "Took ya long enough."

"Time Lord stamina. Got more than humans. Sorry."

She pummeled his face with a pillow. "Don't apologize! Christ. If I'd known you could get me off like that, I'd have jumped you months ago."

He snorted a laugh. "She is so raunchy. It's bloody great." He reached for her sweaty, trembling hand and smiled.

"Believe me, the feeling's mutual. That was…" He wasn't sure any word could do those twenty minutes and fourteen seconds justice.

"Some marvelous mating?" she suggested.

He scratched his head. "Hmm…let's keep going with the alliteration. A fantastic fuck?"

She kissed his cheek. "Well played, Spaceman." She glanced across at his bedside table. A picture of the two of them, smiling softly at each other in the center of the TARDIS, caught her eye. "When did you take that?" she pointed.

He looked over. "I didn't," he frowned. "It's a virtual frame. You can put anything you like in it, but I didn't know what I wanted there, so I'd kept it empty. Weird."

The TARDIS gave a happy spin.

"Oi, you do this?" he called.

Another joyful pirouette.

"Really?" He asked.

Donna laughed. "Course she did." She raised her voice for the ship. "Love you, hon. It's a nice picture, too, considering he's not all that photogenic."

"Hey, what about me, don't I get some love?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

She snorted. "I'd say you just got a LOT of love, Doctor. Now shut your mouth, I need a nap." She murmured into her pillow, "And DUH. I love you too, ya big dumbo."

"Only Donna Noble could give such a lackluster answer and still have it sound so nice," he reflected.With his favorite Time Lady next to him, the Doctor rolled over, smiled, and nodded off peacefully.