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She had absolutely no clue he was ogling her, not a slightest idea, and honestly how could she because he was perfectly capable of hiding it completely, a skill he took great pride in, indeed. He only let his gaze linger on her curves when she was indulged in something of her own, like running away from the human and Timelord blood hungry Gerds at The Beach Space Station (“Yes Donna, that is what it’s called, it’s not like I make up the names! Well... not often. Well, not this time. Well... I might’ve been involved.”). The humid simulated beach air had frizzed up her straightened locks into a wonderful curly mess. She had been wearing shorts, jean shorts to be precise, tight, black, short enough to show her creamy dreamy wonderful thighs, to be even more precise. That case was a close one though, as he had nearly bumped into an enormous fargander tree when he had let his gaze linger on her bottom.
”Oi, Beachboy!!! Are you having a picnic date with that tree, or what the hell is keeping you back!?” She had yelled at him when he had hastily patted an apology to the tree’s trunk before running of behind her.
Actually there was one other case when he nearly got caught staring, the situation being when an oidepeo soldier had ripped, literally ripped her button-up shirt from her in on the battlefield in front of an entire oidepeo army. Now, you really couldn’t blame him for this one. She had screamed louder than he had actually ever thought even Donna to be capable of screaming, and smacked the soldier so hard on their face that they simply dropped on the ground as if all the bones on their body had disappeared.
“Good night asshole, sour dreams and bitter nightmares!” She howled, leaning over their unconscious face, throwing back her ginger curls when straightening up. The army surrounding them on all sides froze to their places. Did Donna just stop an entire army attacking them?
Of course The Doctor had a little hard time concentrating on small details like that, when an actual Goddess had descended from the Gallifreyan heavens in front of him and was standing there with two pieces of white cloth in her hands, her only bra clad chest rising with fast breaths, hands on her hips, fire in her eyes burning as bright as her hair. Oh and her sweet collarbones, and how he would like to taste the sparkling sweat between her breasts. He let his gaze linger downwards onto her belly and her hips still clad in jeans. He liked jeans. He liked Donna’s hips in jeans, oh yes, he did.
And then it was all over when the self-awareness suddenly hit her and she realized she was actually standing there half naked. He averted his gaze to her eyes just in time, when she quickly covered her torso with her hands.
A deep blush creeped on her face, and suddenly the fire-turned-into-embarrassment was covering her face in red. “Don’t just stand there Timeboy, give me something to wear!!!” Why did she always yell? Well okay, maybe it was reasonable at this time. He quickly stripped off his coat, only slightly getting entangled with the fabric, hastily handing it over to her.
”Trust an invading oidipeio armyman finally to tie your tongue up.” She said as she snatched the coat off his hands and hurriedly wrapped it around her torso. “Wow, must’ve lost a few pounds with all the running, this jacket actually fits me this time.”
”As a matter of fact, I adjusted the design to adapt to its wearer when I met that brilliant tailor person on GX1, remember”. He weakly exclaimed. “She was quite brilliant, remember? Anyway, the suit grows bigger if a big—, hmn, I mean —” he stammered as he saw her eyebrows reach alarmingly high areas on her forehead.
”Couldn’t let me have that one, now could you? Do you have an honestly setting in that awkward alien brain of yours we can adjust sometimes? Or just completely turn off.”
And with that she turned her back and marched off towards the TARDIS, the soldiers finally waking up from their posts, but instead of trying to stop her they just weakly stood aside and let her stroll away. “Donna, wait!” He ran behind her and gave a quick smile to the soldiers before reaching her and the TARDIS.
Smooth going, Alienboy. How hard can it be just to tell her you like her? Like really, really adore her?
Pretty darn hard, apparently. A month of lingering gazes went by before the next borderline embarrassing incident of prolonged ogling happened again. This time it was in the TARDIS. He was happily minding his own business, eating some banana pancakes for breakfast when she appeared on the doorframe.
“G’morning” She sleepily exclaimed sitting down to the table and grabbing some pancakes to her plate. “Have coffee?”
He stared at her face. Months, months worth of traveling and this was the first time he saw her without make-up. Jesus fucking Christ of Earth. She is so beautiful. She is so, so, so fucking gorgeous. He stared at her soft, light skin, the freckles on her cheeks and nose and forehead, the way her lips curved, the way she sleepily blinked and how her beautiful soft wrinkles around her eyes formed when she did that thing, wait, that thing was —
Donna suspiciously squinted her eyes at him. “What’re you staring at?” She said, having stopped eating and holding a pancake halfway to her mouth.
“Uhh, umm, I’m, I’m —”
”And here we go again, the second time the cat got the Timeboy’s tongue, only this time I have no clue what the cat is.”
He blushed vigorously.
She slammed the pancake down. ”Okay, am I seriously this hideous to you? I thought after three months traveling together I could get a little more comfortable with you and only do my make-up after breakfast, but clearly you have never seen a forty-year-old human woman before in your life. Pick your companions better next time!” She gave him a freezing sarcastic smile, got up and started marching towards her room.
”No, Donna, wait!” He finally yelled. She turned around at the doorframe. It did not help that she was only wearing a bathrobe, to be frank it made concentrating a lot harder. When had he become this helpless? His hand shot up to scratch his neck in desperation.
“It’s just that... err... you look... you look like a Gallifreyan Goddess.”
She stared. And stared. A slow left eyebrow slowly climbed up to form a frown on her face. “Seriously? Is that all you can come up with?”
“I’m serious!”
“Okay which Goddess do I look like? The Goddess of Death?”
“You’re way too fleshy for that!”
”Oi!!!!” And her hands were on her those hips again and there was the fire in her eyes he so much wished to ignite with his tongue on her skin.
Get it together. “The Goddess of Love” He weakly whispered. “Beautiful.”
”You are so making this up to save the situation.”
”Am not! The Goddess of Love, or Aphrodite, Venus or Hathor, to give a few examples of what you Earthians call her, is actually a God seen in quite many cultures all over the Universe. Love is a universal thing! And lust.“
”I thought you lot were a scientific people. You have yourself told me, and proven me, that magic doesn’t exist. Why would you have Gods then? I’m sorry if I have to break it to you, but Gods are not real, they’re something humans, and well, I guess aliens too, made up.”
He suddenly stood up, leaped over to her, grabbed her hand and started pulling her behind him to the console room.
”Oi Spaceman! Get off me!!!”
”I’m going to show you.”
”Show me what?”
”Are you thick?! GODS!”
They came to the console room (The Doctor not quite having to drag Donna behind him anymore) and The Doctor rushed to prepare setting the TARDIS into the time vortex.
You could just tell her you like her. The tiny nagging voice in his ear again. “Better to show than tell...” He quietly whispered to himself as he hit the last button and they rushed off into space and time, a nerve-reck of an alien Doctor, with a confused but extremely intrigued Donna Noble by his side.