gingerenvy (gingerenvy) wrote,

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Fic: Scruff

Title: Scruff
Characters: Ten, Donna Noble
Word count: 544
Rating: PG
Prompts: More Tumblr photosets to blame, especially those of Alec Hardy in Broadchurch.
Notes: post-JE/EoT fix-it of your choice. They are back together and will be forever.

Donna would never tell him directly, but she always liked the Doctor best when he wandered into the kitchen while she was having her morning cup of tea, after he stayed up all night fixing something or the other in the TARDIS. His hair would inevitably be sticking up in all different directions and his eyes would be crinkled and a bit droopy. But what she liked best of all was the noticeable scruff that covered the lower half of his face. It made him look a little less boyish, and as Donna reflected, more of the man a mature woman like herself deserved.

“Fancy a cuppa?” she asked as he plunked down on a stool in the breakfast nook.

“Dying for one, thanks,” he replied, scratching his chin. Her eyes were drawn to the motion and so she was startled when she realised that he was still talking.

“I’ll be right back for that drink, soon as I shave,” he said, leaning over the counter and giving her a quick peck on the cheek before turning to walk back out of the kitchen.

“Oh, please don’t,” she started.

“Hmmmm?” he turned back, one eyebrow raised.

Donna’s eyes were lowered shyly and she slowly peered up at him. “It’s just that…” she stumbled over her words a bit, before letting the rest out in a rush, “I really like the scruff and think you should leave it.”

The Doctor propped his elbows up on the counter with his face in his hands and looked at his beautiful companion with an amused twinkle in his eye. “Oh you do, do you?” he said, a dimpled grin slowly emerging beneath the hair in question.

“I like the feel of it,” she said softly as the blush that had started on her face slowly made its way down her chest, disappearing into the lovely V of her top.

He moved around the counter, taking one of her hands in his and placing it on his cheek. “On your hand?” he questioned playfully.

She lowered her eyes and blushed even harder. “Amongst other places,” Donna mumbled.

With that, she felt his face crack into the wide smile she loved so much.

“Why Miss Noble, whatever do you mean by that?” he said, feigning shock.

She lightly patted his cheek and turned back to the kettle. “You know where I mean, Spaceman,” she said in a husky voice as the warmth she had begun to feel the minute he walked into the room spread even further in the pit of her stomach.

The Doctor moved up behind her, and wrapping his long arms around her waist, whispered in her ear, “So that’s why all my razors have been disappearing, no matter how many I buy.”

Donna’s shoulders shook with laughter. “What can I say? I know what I like.”

He rubbed his cheek against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “One more thing I’ll add to the list, love,” he breathed. He turned her around, and burying one hand in her luscious ginger curls, met her lips with his in a searing kiss.

The kettle began whistling its finished tune, but the tea was all but forgotten by the two lovers in favour of another type of comfort.
Tags: donna noble, fic: doctor who, fic: scruff, rating: pg, ten, ten/donna
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