Disclaimer: I don't own anything here, anything at all.
A/N: This is a small sequel to both Forbidden (Love) and Shower Shenanigans. I was begged to write more and fix things; so I did. Sort of...

Part One

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As she had expected him to, the Duplicate Doctor made his way over to her as the rest of the Children of Time piloted the TARDIS towing the Earth home. Already Donna felt superfluous to requirements as she stood there, but his winning smile had soothed her troubled soul.

"Come and play with me," he had whispered in invitation. "I need your experienced touch." When she had merely smirked at him in reply, he had gently insisted, "I really do. Please!"

After checking no one was really paying attention to their movements, they made their way down the corridor and towards the bedrooms. The room they ended up in was hers.

"What did you want to ask me?" she opened with when he shut the door carefully and stepped close.

To her surprise, he lifted her hand up and then moved them into a dancing pose. "I want to know how to dance."

The TARDIS began to play some sweet old fashioned music; and Donna giggled at the absurdity of it all. "You could have fooled me," she commented as he swayed them expertly in time to the beat.

"No one could ever do that to you," he purred into her ear, drawing her body close against his without faltering his dance steps.

"Give over!" she scorned, despite enjoying his attention. "I'm not even sure we should be doing this together."

"I won't tell if you won't," he teased, twirling her away from him and back into his arms. "You could almost say that I was made for you."

She frowned. "Surely you were made for someone else?"

"Did you have her in mind when you touched that jar?" he wondered, prodding her mentally along.

"No, I can't say I did. The only person I thought of was the Doctor," she considered, "and the TARDIS, of course."

"Of course," he happily agreed, edging his lips nearer. "Then by that logic, I… was made… for you…"

His hot breath wafted temptingly across her lips as his dark eyes drew her closer. Seconds later their mouths touched, like Will o'the Wisps.

There was no disgusted grunt of disapproval, no tang of disappointment; instead there was soft familiarity tinged with something new and enticing.

"Why did you do that?" she gasped out when he relinquished his hold.

He merely smirked. "I've wanted to do that almost since I emerged, but definitely since I saw you in the shower. Have you any idea how gorgeous you are?"

"No. Show me, please," she almost begged. Her hands caressed a path up his torso, to stroke his sensitive neck before easing his head forward.

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