The Doctor fumed. "I can't believe you did that! You could have altered the course of history!"

"What?" Donna said incredulously. "That doesn't even make sense! First, she can't remember any of it, and second, even if she could, I would think the bloody great wasp would have more of a history-altering effect on her than a hasty shag before dinner!"

"You can't just go around turning novelists into lesbians!" the Doctor shouted back, fully aware of how ridiculous he sounded.

"That's the silliest thing I've ever heard you say," Donna seethed, "And believe me, Spaceman, that's saying something. I'm sorry I told you anything!" The Doctor looked like he was trying to find his retort, but before he could she continued. "And don't think I don't know what this is really about. You're just angry because you thought she fancied iyou/i!"

"What?"

"I saw how you were looking at her! Well, sorry, mate, but I got there first!"

The Doctor moved around the console to stand directly in front of her, a challenging look in his eye. "You think I'm jealous? Listen to yourself! You probably just shagged her to keep her away from me!" As soon as it slipped out, he regretted it, almost recoiling at the look that crossed Donna's face.

The first slap was definitely the hardest. THWACK "Why you..." SMACK "egotistical" THWAP "self-absorbed" THUMP "narcissistic" CRACK "conceited..."

Somehow the Doctor had managed grab hold of her wrists, and in one swift motion he kissed her, hard and fast, so fast he was pretty sure she mumbled "vain" into his mouth right before she squeaked in surprise. Before he knew what was happening, she was aggressively fighting for dominance of the kiss, which was impressive considering he was still restraining her wrists on either side of them. Her tongue pushed into his mouth with force, and he hesitantly let go of her to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her toward him, pressing into her so she could feel his hardness. She moaned in response, weaving her own hands into his hair, clutching just hard enough so it was painful.

When they finally broke, breathless and wild-eyed, Donna pushed him to the floor, smirking a bit as his head hit the ground. She pulled her dress off over her head and tossed it away, followed by her knickers, and then her bra. The Doctor was too entranced by the sight in front of him to take the hint. She let out an exasperated sigh as she, herself, had to kneel down and begin removing his trousers for him. She didn't bother to pull them off so much as push them down along with his pants, freeing his throbbing erection, causing him to groan in appreciation. She wasted no time in straddling him and taking him in her hand to guide him to her wet center.

They both hissed at the contact, and the Doctor, finally ready to participate again, grasped her hips as they found their rhythm, beginning slowly, but soon switching to frantic thrusts accompanied by gasps, moans, and the occasional, "YES! FUCK ME DOCTOR!" His hands traveled from Donna's hips to the glorious breasts bouncing in front of him. She obliged him by leaning forward into his touch as he massaged and teased her nipples. They continued, harder, faster, gasps becoming loud yelps, moans evolving into screams, until finally he felt her muscles clenching around him, and they both came loudly, Donna collapsing against him as her body shuddered.

They lay there, panting together, Donna still astride him, and his arms wrapped around her. Neither said anything for a while until the Doctor broke the silence. "So admit it. You iwere/i jealous."