callistra | Courting Donna

Title: Courting Donna
Author: Callisto Shampoo
Rating: You'd better have the cigarettes ready!
Length: 4800
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 four?
Summary: Donna meets a handsome stranger in a pub. Things get stranger.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

“Shhh,” he said. “It’s okay. You don’t need to worry. Whatever you what. When you want it. I’m all here for you.” She closed her eyes, and melted into his kiss.

“I know that the problem is!” she said excitedly, opening her eyes and pulling away from him. “I need a drink or two in me!”

“What? You broke a kiss to say that?” he said. They stared at each other for a second before they started to laugh again. He gave her a big hug. “there’s no hurry. We have a job to do. Getting this temporal disturbance sorted out would be a good start. The Doctor’s in desperate straight to get back on Earth, and he has no idea what’s stopping him. It’s nice to see him… uncertain,” he said with a grin, bending back to the wiring.

“You say these things like I should know who you’re talking about,” she said slowly, running her hand along the couch next to her. “Sometimes I think I do know what you’re talking about. I don’t know what is more confusing. Like some of the things you say sound like stuff I’ve heard in dreams – or on the telly.” She fidgeted, and then chewed on a nail.

“The Doctor is a friend of mine. You may have heard some of the thing I’m talking about on the teevee,” he agreed cautiously. “There’s all sorts of television shows discussing these sorts of technological advances.” He slotted the last connector in place, and then hefted the device into the air. It looked like a horse’s bridle, the unit devices being the O rings and the wires the leather straps. “Hold this bit for me?” he asked. “This could be a but complex.”

“Where are we going with it?” she asked, taking two of the boxes and he held the other three.

“Engine room,” he explained, standing up. They walked awkwardly towards the steps, and then he ducked around them.

“Cor, I hadn’t even noticed that!” she said as he bumped a door open with his hip.

“No, most people don’t,” he said. “There’s a bit of a drop here, and while I’m happy to have you land on me, the equipment is a bit delicate,” he said, grinning across the wires to her as he took a step downwards. Only two steps to the floor of the engine room. The engine was silent, a black monstrosity set into the floor. The air was damp and oily with the scent of fuel. Donna stepped down after him, equally careful with her full hands. He stepped backwards to the left, and she stepped to the right.

“What do we do with it now?’ she asked. “Lay it over the engine? Why here – not the bedroom?”

“Because Julian told me he heard weird things in his engine room, and I had been distracted before…” he wiggled his eyebrows at her until she laughed. “And never imagined I could hear things down on the floor.”

“Can you hear anything now?” she asked. He nodded, flipping switches and fiddling with the devices.

“I could hear it as I walked in. You didn’t then?” She shook her head.

“It’s squashy in here,” she said. The engine took the bulk of the room, and a single foot of space was available on each side for standing. Jack was on the far side.

“Not much need for a lot of room,” he said absently, finishing with his fiddling. “Right. Now we leave this here for a bit and see what happens.”

“Will it take long?”

“I don’t know. It depends on what’s actually happening. It’ll draw information on the disturbances, and I should be able to draw some conclusions about that. He’s singing again, so it may take as little as ten minutes to get a useful reading.”

“Chatty little ghost, innit?” she said. “Come on, then I could do with a drink of water.” He nodded, waiting for her to get out of the engine room first. His water on the sink would be room temperature by now, and he was also incredibly thirsty. He watched her jeans-clad ass as she pulled herself up the stairs and sighed. He was going to have a difficult night’s sleep tonight, he knew.

Without the junk on the couch, the space was much easier to nestle into. He got her a drink and then sat on the couch. The TV was an easy answer to avoiding conversation, so they watched the news. She snuggled into the crook of his arm, and he inhaled her scent while he ignored the TV show. He wanted to dwell on the feel of her, companionably resting against him, without arguments or challenges or dares. Just being with her. His erection was finally under control, and his urge to rip all of their clothes off was still receding. He would never have imagined he’d have such a difficult time being here.

He drank the rest of his water. He was still thirsty but loath to move. She leaned into him like she belonged there. Maybe she did. Maybe he belonged here. He had to give the boat back to Julian eventually – what on earth would he do then? He sighed and she shifted, turning into him. She lifted her legs over him, and he grinned.

“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” she said, lifting her face to him.

“Me neither,” he said and began kissing her gently. She was across his lap, and he tucked on arm around her legs and kept her against him with his right. Her perfume was intoxicating. He wanted to rush again; rip all his clothes off and make love right on the cupboard. The boat was cramped yet perfect for a lot of evil ideas. Her suggestion of the handrails for example… he moaned. He leaned back and shifted slightly, pulling her butt up on his lap.

“You really like me on top, don’t ya,” she gasped when they paused for breath.

“Maybe it’s an invitation to wrestle,” he suggested.

“But I’ve already won…” she said, running her hand through his hair. He closed his eyes.

“So have I,” he said. “You’re right where I want you,” he grinned. She pressed his head against hers again, and then swung her knees around as tight against him as she could get. His erection pressed between them. He was going to have to get some alone time tonight, or he would be in pain tomorrow. But it felt so good right now.

He put his hands on her hips, and then started to slide them around in long slow circles, around the curve of her pelvis, the indent of her waist and the line of her ribs. He was careful to keep his movements as gentle and slow as he could. His fingers slid against the underside of her breasts, and she gasped and continued to kiss him. Cautiously, he cupped her breasts in her hands. Her nipples pressed through the material of her shirt, drilling into his palms. His nipples were just as hard, and she ran her fingers over them.

“I promise I won’t freak out if you do it again,” she whispered into his ear. The tickle of her breath thrilled him to the core. He slid a hand up and behind, and unhooked her bra. “One handed,” she said. “I love a man who can do,” she was laughing at him. He gave her butt a mild spank. “Is that the best you can do?” she dared. “I’m a bit bored…”

“Bored!” he sat up so suddenly she clung to him in case he dumped her on the floor. She laughed at the look at his face, and he wanted to spank her. “Bored!” His face was firmly in her breasts the straighter he sat up. “Bored,” he said a third time, his words muffled. She arched her back and brought her pelvis against his erection again.

“Okay, so maybe not bored,” she said as she linked her arms around his head. She pressed his face into the firmness of her breasts. He reached up between them, under her shirt, sliding his fingers between their bodies, and once again her nipples were standing to attention in the palms of his hands.

“You feel so good,” he said, closing his eyes again.

“I’m not the only one, flyboy,” she ground herself against him again. He melted back into the chair, hoping like crazy that they would finally spend their sexual tension in his favourite daytime activity. She sat back for a minute to slide her bra off while leaving her shirt on, and then kissed him again. She still tasted like gin and tonic. He would have thought he’d kissed that off her by now, and knew he would always associate gin and tonic with her forever. He gave a lazy grin as he considered how other parts of her might taste.

“Hang on,” she whispered, and then she stood up. Disappointment showered him, but then she was unbuckling her jeans and he discovered she was wearing matching emerald green panties. He should close his eyes. He should look away. It was rude to stare – wasn’t it? But his gaze was glued to her belly.

“Do you like them?” she asked, all shy glances suddenly. He reach out, one hand on each hip and pulled her back onto him.

“Like them?” he moaned into her ear. “I would give any of my lives for you, Donna,” he ground his cock against her.

“Any of your lives?” she mumbled, her mouth full of his tongue. He nodded, and then kissed her so thoroughly she forgot they had even been talking.

With her pants gone, he could inhale the very scent of her. She was dizzying, and his kissed took on demanding urgency. She answered every kiss, her hands busy at his belt. Her shirt was still between them, and he wanted to consign it to hell, but he didn’t want to change the stakes between them. He would hopefully be able to look at her all he wanted later. The feel of the zipper opening along the hardness of his cock was exquisite torture. Each link rubbed against the swollen skin. Cold air flowed between them briefly before her hand began to rub against him.

“Oh Donna,” he said, warmth expanding from his cock through his belly.

“Sit back, flyboy,” she said, her voice almost gone. She was breathing fast, and he hurried to do as she instructed. She tried to tug his pants down a bit, enough for his erection to spring free. She slid a finger under the belt of his jocks, the slide of her nail along sensitive skin jolting him into wakefulness.

“I have condoms -,” he said without thinking.

“I’m on the pill,” she replied. He opened his mouth to suggest they use condoms as well, but then she kissed him while her fingers took hold of bare-naked skin and the world imploded. A minute later she pulled his jocks down, out of the way, and her skin was against his and he didn’t quite know what happened next but he was bedded deep in her sweetness and she was curved over him, whispering his name as she moved her hips in slow deep circles. Time no longer existed. He didn’t need a TARDIS, he just needed days of teasing and tormenting and… he never finished that thought. He was too close to spilling himself; he needed to concentrate on anything other than Donna… grinding her quim onto him again and again and again… He shuddered when she leaned back, sheathing him even deeper into her. This was everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d ever hoped for. He could spend eternity buried in her.

“That’s it, right there,” she said. He controlled his impulse to thrust, letting her take him as deep as she wanted. He was a bundle of frustrated energy, wanting to just plunge ahead and fuck until they both come, constrained by his brain insisting he wait, go slow, let her lead…

“I’m close, flyboy, I’m close,” she said, raising passion dusted eyes to his. “On the floor,” she said.

“Floor,” he repeated, and he managed to slide off the couch to his knees, still inside her body. Her knees locked around him and his hands held her buttocks in place. There was barely enough room to lay on the floor, but anything she said, anything she wanted. She pulled him down, on top of her, and she spread even further beneath him.

“If we do this right, I’ll be coming real soon,” she said, already starting to writhe beneath him. Her breathing matched his as he let his wait crush her. She gasped, and grinned before closing her eyes. She was still wearing her underpants, pushed to one side and her bra open but under the shirt. He settled into her pace, watching her as she flushed with pleasure. Her muscles tightened around his cock as they rocked, and her blush extended down, her chest and neck colouring too. Her breathing changed to sudden gasps and her eyes flew wide open as she orgasmed. Her entire body writhed, and he let himself orgasm in her throes. His orgasm washed over him, obliterating anything other than her face, eyes fastened to his. As the orgasm rushed away he slowly came back him self, arms and legs tangled, his full weight on her. She was quiescent, her eyes closed and her head turned away. He kissed the line of her jaw, feeling exhausted.

She turned to him, putting her mouth up for more kisses, and he did so, slowly and gently, feeling the faint hum of post coital glow. He could sleep right now; still buried in her body, warmth against warmth and heart against heart. The underwire in her bra was sticking into his ribs. His elbow was stuck against a cupboard door knob. His back was cold. Slowly, the real world began to make it’s demands on him, and with a sigh he lifted himself slightly from her.

“We could move somewhere a little more comfortable,” he suggested, watching her closely for her response. She smiled at him, and the colour of her lips reminded him of the colour of her body as she had flushed with orgasm. Instantly, his body suggested that they could stay here all afternoon…

“Sure, Captain,” she said, letting him help her to her feet. He tucked himself away and neatened up his clothes, then running his hands through his hair. She was standing in the way, just watching him as he cleaned himself up. Her shirt almost covered her underwear, and he found himself looking for glimpses of it.

“They are beautiful,” he said, pulling her against him and running a finger along the line of her panties.

“I thought I’d better use them before I turned into a spinster,” she said. “Fifty quid these cost, you know. You’d better look at them some more,” she said, stepping away and flashing him. He laughed, and grabbed her against him again.

“You’re touchy feely after sex, Captain,” she said, pulling herself from his arms again and finding her jeans. He was disappointed that she was about to cover herself.

“Call me Jack,” he insisted. “Please.” She gave him a grin through her red hair.

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” she said, thrusting her butt at him as she hooked her buttons. He hesitated, unsure if further contact would be welcome. But if he didn’t try… he slipped his hands around her waist. She leaned into him for a second.

“Don’t I owe you a spanking?” he asked, his mind already filling with images that he would need another twenty minutes to fulfil. She laughed.

“I’m always owed a spanking,” she said. She seemed quiet. She turned in his arms and hooked her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her height and then just holding him. He tightened his grip around her. He never wanted to let go.

“Are you hungry?” he asked her. She nodded.

“Could do with a drink,” she said. “Should we check the machinery before we go?” she asked. She pulled away from him, and he started looking for his shirt.

“Good idea,” he said and headed to the engine room. She followed him but hung in the door way as he examined the readings. He nodded. “A very good idea indeed. Looks like there’s plenty of data here for me to work with,” he collected up the gadgets. She knelt on the couch as he slipped past her to the kitchen table, dumping everything unceremoniously and then turning the laptop on. He would plug it in to download, and then see what happens next.

“Did you hear anything down below?” she asked. He nodded, but kept his mouth closed. “But you won’t tell me what?” she said, frowning. He bit his lip, trying to smother a grin.

“Well, being incorporeal apparently has its uses,” he said.

“It does?”

“You can see a lot of stuff when you’re not real, and people don’t think to check for your presence.”

“Oh. My. God. He didn’t?” her eyes widened in horror and her hands flipped to her mouth. He nodded. “He saw everything?” she gasped. Her blush returned, this time from embarrassment. “And I thought me Mum’s place was a bad idea! This is … worse!” He laughed, though he wanted to be sympathetic.

“Oh, I don’t know, if I was temporally displaced, I’d love to…”

“Stop thinking like a man! Oh my god, how could I ever show my face…”

“Well, you might never actually meet him. Mostly likely we’ll be able to stabilize him and we won’t even need to meet the man.”

“Really?” she asked hopefully. He shrugged. What he had said was true. They might never meet this person who seemed to be spread across almost four hundred years of time. His ears were still buzzing faintly from orgasm, and his blood was hot. His shirt was too warm, too tight, too everything. He pulled on the collar a bit and waited for the machine to boot.

“What was he saying?” she came up to sit on the bench chair. He sat next to her, pulling the table out from the wall. She rested her chin on his shoulder and curled up against him. He put an arm around her.

“He gave us points for inventiveness, and extra points for your coming,” he gave her s wry grin. “He enjoyed the show very much and wished he had more rum.”

“That rum thing is getting a bit old,” she said, her eyes watching the laptop. “So what are your theories? How do we send him away? Or fix the temporal thingy problem?”

“I am thinking that this disturbance is getting stronger over the last few weeks, so something has caused this right now. As far as I can make out, he’s been displaced for about four hundred years, if he is who I think he is. So what’s causing the strength of the signal now? What do I do to fix it?” Jack plugged in the USB cable, and began opening programmes.

“So… can we talk to him?”

“I know he hears me sometimes. He hears us. But he hasn’t really talked to us. I guess he must be used to being considered a ghost and ignored.”

“That’s a bit sad, really. Four hundred years of not really being alive or dead or anything,” she said.

“I’m hoping we can amplify the signal a little, maybe get him to actually communicate instead of just making lewd remarks.”

“He’s making lewd remarks? Maybe we should leave him right where he is,” she grumbled. He chuckled.

“Still won’t get rid of the anomaly if we ignore him.” He started typing in commands as the data ported across. He knew what he was looking for, and a bigger picture was starting to come clear.

“Right. There is something sparking this off. The signals are getting stronger, which means he is too. Actually, they seem strong enough right now for him to make it into corporeality.”

“Corporeality? The real world?” Donna asked. “He could form a body and just… POOF! Appear?” she drew away from him. “Like… at any second?” her voice was starting to rise.

“Well, he hasn’t yet,” he pointed out. “But the readings are strong enough that he could. It would be rather handy from my point of view that he was corporeal, so I can find out what he’s done to end up in this state.”

“He was snooping on my arse!” she stared at him. “He was snooping on yours too! Doesn’t that worry you at all? Making the pervert into real? He won’t be no ghostly nothing then!”

“You could slap him for sneaking,” he gave her a grin.

“I could slap you for sneaking,” she muttered but settled back against him. “I could slap him six ways to Sunday for being a pain in the…” He raised an eyebrow at her, and she grinned back.

“You promised me food,” she reminded him.

“You’re right, I did,” he said. “There’s a really lovely pub just up the road…” he suggested. She laughed and nodded.

“We’ll see how Carly and Seany went, shall we?” She took his hand, and snuggled into him. “Not as much fun as we had, I bet,” she said.

“The thing is, he should have formed a body again by now. Looking at these stats, he’s had more than enough of the energy to do so, and more than enough space, time, and everything.” He pushed the table back out of the way, and found their jackets. He handed hers to her, realising that outside the boat was darkness.

“What time is it?” he said, realising the hours had slipped away somewhere.

“Time for a ghost story,” she said with a smile. “Dinner time.” He stretched, bracing himself for the cold air outside.

“Come on then,” he said, taking her hand.

“Should we leave this mess?” she asked, gesturing to the pile of wires and units.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” he said, drawing her to the stairs.

Sean and Carly had gone by the time they got back to the bar.

“Ah well, I am sure we can amuse ourselves,” she said, looking back to him with a clear invite in her eyes. They found a table, the noise of Sunday drinks enough to give them the illusion of privacy. They ordered their meals, and without the pressure of sorting out the ghost, found time to relax and just enjoy each other’s company. Jack turned on the charm, flashing her with his grin and keeping the conversation light and interesting. They moved from her upbringing and workplaces to his; he did not hid as much as the Doctor probably would have liked him to. But if he wanted to see her for longer than this weekend, then he had to be open. He skirted some serious issues about time travelling and the Doctor. He enjoyed his steak, opting for a gin and tonic with her. He closed his eyes as he took the first sip. Unnameable pleasure welled up in him, but turned to disappointment a minute later. There was something missing. He opened his eyes to smile at her.

“You drink that like it might be made of gold dust,” she said with a snort.

“It almost tasted like you,” he said with a mock mournful glance. She coloured.

She fiddled with her own drink. Their plates had been taken away and they were waiting for dessert. “You confuse me, big boy,” she said to the glass.

“Do I?” he leaned into the table.

“Your sort don’t talk to my sort,” she said, glancing across the breadth of his chest, and then along his arm. His hand was in hers. “You’re not like any one I know.” He caught his breath.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever kissed,” he said.

“And you’re a terrible liar,” she said. He’d be happier if she sounded amused or cranky or anything. Instead, she just sounded disbelieving. “I’m sorry – about earlier today. I just..”

“It’s okay,” he tried to be soothing.

“Stop talking for a change and let me finish,” she said, grump in her voice. “I had a fiancée – his name was Lance.” She ran her finger around the rim of her glass. “We – we had a fight, see, and some things were said. The sort of things you say in the heat of a fight. And then… he was in a car accident. He didn’t even make it to the hospital,” she said. Her eyes filled with tears, and her gaze remained fixed on her glass. He squeezed her hand. “I just thought of him at the wrong moment, and I wanted to explain.”

“I’m so sorry, Donna,” he said.

“It’s fine, I just – I haven’t been with any one else since. And you’re not going to be here for long, so I thought I should grab the moment with both hands…”

“Donna,” he said, drawing her name out into a long breath. “I’m not going anywhere for a while. I live in London. For the foreseeable future. Why do you think I’m leaving?” She froze, her glass half way to her mouth.

“You’re not leaving?”

“Not as far as I know,” he answered. It was as honest as he could get.

“See, you strike me as the kind of guy who gets what he wants. You’re charming, you’re funny, you’re handsome, and you’re not like any man who’s ever found me attractive.” Her voice showed her frustration. “I’m not expressing this at all well,” she said, and took her drink. He grinned in thankyou at her backhanded compliment.

“You wanted me; you had me. But you seemed to be tying yourself in knots. I don’t get it. Why didn’t you just sweep me off my feet? You wanted to. I could tell.” Dessert arrived, and neither of them even noticed the waiter as the plates appeared before them.

“I do want to. I want to right now.” He glanced at the hint of skin shown by the cleavage of her shirt.

“That’s not helping,” she warned him.

“I want all of you,” he said. “I want your compassion and warmth and sharp sense of humour. I don’t just want just the physical connection. I want more.”

“So… you were seducing me to seduce you?” she said. He tugged on his ear, trying to suppress yet another grin.

“Yeah…” he said slowly. “I guess so. See? You must be pretty brilliant if you can see me coming a mile away,” he allowed his grin to reach his eyes.

“You’re still running,” she reminded him. “And you’re not as subtle as you’d like to think.” He burst out laughing.

“Madam, in no way do I accuse myself of subtlety,” he said, leaning back and relaxing into the booth seat. He folded his arms behind his head, hoping she might appreciate the display of muscle. She grinned back at him, and he grinned to. It seemed she did.

“We could… ah… go back to the boat …”

“And show the ghost more real live porn?” she hissed, though amusement still glimmered in her eyes.

“Yeah…. Okay…” he said, deflated.

“I was thinking about that,” she said slowly, focussing on her icecream.

“Hmm?” he picked up the spoon for his sticky date pudding.

“Well, you were saying the conditions were right for him to materialise, but it was just not happening. I am wondering if maybe we should get him something he wants. Wants real bad. Real, real, singing about it every five seconds kind of bad. If he wants to appear, then maybe he will.” He stared at her.

“That’s brilliant!” he breathed. “We’ll get some rum on the way back to the boat. What a brilliant idea!”

“No one’s ever called me brilliant before,” she said uncomfortable. She shifted awkwardly in her chair. “Not and meant it.”

“Donna Noble, you are brilliant,” he said sincerely, capturing her gaze with his own. “That was a leap of logic and intuition. Brilliant.” He grinned proudly at her. Then offered a spoonful of sticky date pudding with caramel sauce and ice-cream.

Courting Donna - Part 5

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