callistra | Courting Donna

Title: Courting Donna
Author: Callisto Shampoo
Rating: I think any one who is reading knows what is coming... eventually LOL
Length: 2500
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jack Harkness/Donna/Jack Sparrow
Genre/Category: humour, sex
Warnings: Sex, threesome, AU.
Spoilers: Yeah, starts off after the last episode with Donna at the end of season ... um.. four?
Summary: Donna meets a handsome stranger in a pub. Things get stranger.

Part One
Part Two

DON'T BOTHER TO READ UNLESS YOU HAVE READ PARTS ONE AND TWO. IT LEADS STRAIGHT ON.

“Oh, Carly knows I can take care of myself,” Donna said, swinging their hands between them. “Meek and mild women like me know how to do that sort of thing.”

His Mercedes was back at the pub, tucked down a side street. She giggled when she saw it.

“I’m datin’ a man with a Merc?” she gasped, her mouth hanging open.

“I’m borrowing it…” he said weakly.

“And you’re fibbing,” she said, running a hand along the bonnet. “It’s a dream machine,” she said. “Of course it’s black,” she murmured to herself. He pretended not to hear. She draped herself across it.

“Would you buy a car with me for a sales model?” she asked. She raised her eyebrows at him suggestively.

“What, a free Donna with every car?” he asked as he unlocked the car.

“Well, yeah! Free something, anyway!” She flung the door open, bouncing into it with great enthusiasm. “Oh my GAWD, it’s so huge in here!” He swung into the car, resisting the urge to say anything referring to the TARDIS.

“I bet you say that to all the boys,” he finally found an answer. She nudged him with her shoulder, hanging in the back seat to explore.

“Oooo, look, it’s got cigarette lighters in the back! Definitely not designed with a family in mind!”

“Donna, could you – “ He found himself talking to her arse. His own eyebrows rose. He could just reach up and cup…

“And, wow, lookie, I found this,” she sat back into her chair, hair wild and flushed. His eyes were drawn to the blue and white block in her hand. “More chocolate! Knew you’d be prepared. A true scout type, you,” she said, ripping the wrapper off. He sighed, his mouth pulling into a one sided grin, and turned the key.

“Ooooo, feeeeeeeel that,” she wriggled into her chair, mouth full of chocolate, and pulled the seatbelt across herself. He swallowed as he watched her wriggle. Maybe he should have let her drive. The memory of her mouth against his rose unbidden, and he strangled a moan. He looked into the mirrors and discovered it was turned away. Donna gave him a cheeky grin, and turned it randomly back towards him. He sorted it out while she started pointing out parts of the street.

“And that’s Carly’s car, I hope she’s fine being dumped with that boring guy she picked up the other night, he really did seem like a complete drip, I tell ya, like my last three bosses really,” she burbled as he pulled out of the bay, the car purring under his finger tips. He resisted the urge to take her for a wild ride, keeping the speed low and watching every law in the book. He jumped when a bar of half eaten chocolate appeared in front of his face.

“What?” he asked, and found his mouth full. He bit, giving her a mute look of … something.

“I thought I should share, y’know, since I did kinda steal the chocolate…” she mumbled into her lap. He laughed.

“It’s fine, you can eat it all,” he said with a laugh, his gaze returning to the road. “You can give me some later – but with some warning next time.”

“Look!” she cried out. “There’ my house!” She waved at the building as they sailed past. He took a look, as expected. “I grew up there,” she said. “Sometimes I think I’ll never get away from it,” she was frowning slightly.

“You never know, your time might still come.” He said, lifting one hand from the wheel to pat her knee. Her hand rested on his, effectively trapping and welcoming him.

“Time, time, time,” she said, leaning her head against the glass. “It seems to be a recurring topic of my dreams.”

“What sort of dreams do you have?” he asked, leaving his hand right where it was until he had to change gears again.

“Well, there’s this dark haired man, see,” she said, darting him a glance. He could feel her gaze on his hair. “He’s a bit skinnier than you,” she said next. He grinned, thinking she was checking out his shoulders again. She smacked his bicep.

“Oh, stop it!” she said. He looked her way. From her faint blush, he bet himself he had been right.

“What, you weren’t checking me out then?” he asked as he turned another corner.

“Despite what you might think, I sometimes do have thoughts other than your naked body,” she said, staring out the window again.

“Naked?” was the only response he could make.

“Stop. Looking. At. Me,” she said. He put his full attention to driving. “So where are we going?” she broke the silence.

“Ahhhh… there’s a spot near the houseboat we can hear that voice again, plus the equipment is on the boat,” he took a moment to remember what they were doing.

“A houseboat,” she said. She was grinning and shaking her head again. “I always wanted to go on one of those. This will be a fun adventure!” They pulled up into a parking space just metres from the riverside.

“I knew you was a lucky one,” she said as she jumped out of the car. “Which one is it?” she asked, looking down the line of houseboats.

“This one,” he pointed to a blue boat, securely moored only metres from them. Window boxes lined the roof of the boat, some of them with pink flowers and some of them with herbs. The boat was wide and flat, curtains screening away the interior. Blue curtains, in a nautical theme. Which matched the blue paint on the hull.

“I take it your friend like plants?” she asked as she looked at the other boats and seeing them devoid of greenery. “I like it.”

“Yeah, he likes to eat, and he likes to eat well. Thinks he can cook better than most restaurants.” Jack stepped onto the deck, and then held his hand out for Donna. She took it and stepped on, grasping him tightly and laughing as she wobbled.

“Sealegs easy for you, huh?” she asked as he steadied her. “Steady as a rock and all.”

“There’s no waves here,” he said. “Believe me, I’m right over the edge when we’re at sea. This is just a river. Smoothest thing for miles, actually.”

“Given the state of our roads, you’re probably right,” she said with a snort, and let go of his hand. He took the key from his pocket and opened the door.

“Welcome to Julian’s abode,” he said, standing back to let her in. “I won’t go in and welcome you, as there’s not quite enough room for that.”

“Well, not the way you’re waving your arms about,” she said.

“Get in,” he dropped his hands to his side. “Or I shall spank you.”

“I…” she stopped and said nothing. She ducked her head and entered the cabin.

“Was that a dare?” he demanded, holding onto the roof and hanging in the door. “Were you going to dare me to spank you?” His eyes were wide in amusement.

“No,” she said. “I have no idea what I was about to say. I forgot.” She wouldn’t meet his eyes. The first room was a lounge room, a couch running along one side and a cupboard on the other. Above the couch was a book shelf that ran the entire length, and the couch was a cushion resting on drawers. A TV sat on the cupboards, next to a phone book, a couple of trinkets and curios, and more books. On the couch was a suitcase, and a jumble of technology.

“Would you like to have a look at the whole boat?” Jack asked, looking down the open door ways. The galley was next, recently modernized and tiny. Pots and pans hung from the roof in front of the window, a tiny microwave sitting on top of a tiny fridge, and a disposable bbq sitting on top of that. The dining room was part of the kitchen, the table slotted against one wall over chairs which once again had cupboards under them. The table was covered with paperwork and a laptop. Other tech was randomly distributed about the place.

“This is where I’m doing the bulk of my work right now,” he said, looking past her to the mess. “I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to clean up … I wasn’t really expecting company…” he was glad the kitchen was spotless. Just his work areas were a mess. She looked past the table to the bedroom door.

“Is that the…”

“Yes,” he said.

“And the bathroom?” she asked. He reached up to hold onto the roof handrails.

“Yes, it is,” he said. He had been reluctant to show her the bedroom, but she had pointed out something very important. He pushed the door open. It was spotless, except for the quilt on the bed. The bed was central to the room. This was the last living area, and the bed had a foot of clearance on each side and cupboards arched over and around the head. The quilt was thrown back, navy rope designs on blue. He wished he’s thought to put it back in place this morning, but he’d been in such a hurry to leave. And completely distracted too. He tried to get a glimpse of her face, but she was too far ahead of him. She stepped into the bedroom and then stepped further in again. She sat on the bed, right where he had been asleep only hours before, and ran her hand along the 1,000 count sheets. In blue, of course. Julian could be a bit focused when it came to decorating. She didn’t look at him, though she was now turned his way. She breathed deeply, and he hoped she was enjoying the scent of him. He tightened his grip on the roof, wishing he could just sit next to her. Any one else, he would have. But Donna he wanted to play carefully. Terrified that if she might leave he would never see her again. The rules were all topsy turvy, just like his concentration. She was looking at him, considering. She was thinking about him. Naked? Was she thinking of him naked? Now he was thinking of her naked. On those blue one thousand count sheets. Her fair skin, rosy on blue sheets.

“What if I said right here, right now big boy? What would you do?” she asked. She was so serious. No room for jokes right now. He caught his breath.

“Whatever you told me to,” he said with equal seriousness. She gave a mirthless laugh.

“You confuse me,” she said, giving her head a little shake. “Where’s the ladies?” Brought back to earth with a resounding crash, he pointed to the corner where the shower cubicle was tucked away, behind a cupboard door. He shut the bedroom door when she stood up, needing a moment.

He went to the kitchen, taking a bottle of water from the fridge and then opening the curtains to stare outside. People walked past, their feet at eye height, and he cursed himself for a fool. He should leave. Leave her on her doorstep, go right now. This was a fool’s errand, he should have sent Ianto. Why had he come? Why had he done everything he could, that he might stand here drinking cold water while she was far too close to a bed he had lain on. The cold water was a shock to his over heated system, forcing him to slow down and focus on the physical.

The door opened, and he didn’t look. Then cold hands slid up the back of his shirt, ice against skin, and he closed his eyes with a tremor.

Because he could never stay away from this. That’s why he was here. He was the fool, on a fool’s errand. He should never have let her go when he hugged her on the TARDIS. Her nails drew down his back, and he shivered again. She reached around him and took his hand. He opened his eyes as she gave him a gentle tug. He looked down into her green eyes and let her pull him from the kitchen. To the bed room. He couldn’t laugh, or make a joke. He’d never felt so serious before in his entire life.

Was this wise? He didn’t know. He couldn’t know. But she had trusted him so often in the two days they had known each other. It was his turn to trust her. He was so used to leading people into the bedroom that he had no idea what to do when he was being led. He rolled his eyes at himself, and she pushed him down so he sat on the bed.

“Now then, you were showing me all the sites to see on this boat,” she said, and straddled his knees. He blinked. She was sitting, thighs spread wide, on his knees, both of them still in their jeans, and talking. Talking. He blinked again. His hands were behind him, palms spread on the mattress. He should have grabbed her when she sat on him. He should have taken control. He should have… “I saw the shower,” she said, hooking her hands onto his shoulders. “And this is a lovely little home for a person,” she grinned. “I saw your photo by the phone book – close friend of yours, is he?” He tried to moisten his dried mouth, and then to speak.

“Donna,” he said. “I can’t think when you’re bouncing up and down right there,” his voice was squeaky and high.

“I didn’t think you could,” she grinned, taking delight in his distraction. His hands came around to her waist, and held her tightly.

“I can’t think of anything I haven’t shown you…”

“You know, those hand rails up there could be very useful… if you get my meaning,” she said, looking up at the roof corner, and then back down to him. He looked up and blinked again. Instantly flashes of all sorts of bad ideas came to him. His eyes widened.

“For a man of the world, you can be easily distracted,” she said, and her mouth was at his jaw.

“But – I – Donna! You don’t play fair!” he managed to say before his hands slid down to cup her buttocks, and he pulled her tightly against him. “Really, you don’t,” he mumbled before turning his face to her. “Kiss me?” he said.

“You talk too much,” she said before she did, pressing her mouth against hers and taking the time to explore the corners of his mouth before she deepened the kiss. He kept his hands still on her waist as she took her pleasure of him.

Part Four is Here!