“Yes, my baby,” he murmurs, smoothing his hands down her warm sides.
He stretches across her, feeling the pull of muscles across his back as he leans further into her familiar curves.
A hum from beneath him suggests she does indeed know what he’s thinking, and he smiles at that realisation.
In response to a gentle tug, he feels her give a sudden surge of power that would have thrown him off if he hadn’t been holding on tight.
And then an unwelcome interruption comes from the doorway.
“Would you rather I gave you and the TARDIS some time alone?”
(And this is the expression on the Doctor's face when Donna speaks...)
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