PROMPT ME~~~

[teyla]

I was rereading some of my old pornfic yesterday, and man, that was depressing. I used to be able to off-the-cuff 1,000 or more words of PWP easily. Now, I struggle with every sentence, no matter if what I'm writing is porn or something else. I haven't posted fic in almost a year, either.

So. Whoever comments first is getting commentporn. Any pairing, any fandom--het, slash, or femmeslash. Give me a pairing and a prompt, and I shall try and see if I can force my PWP muse to actually do its job for once.

Come on, guys. This is your chance to make me write Ten/Rose. Or House/Cameron. Or Gwen/Arthur. Don't miss out! *insert commercial jingle*

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[teyla]

REUNION FIC. Post Journey's End. Because every Doctor/Donna shipper has to have written one of those.

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Donna keeps up the pretence for three days. Three days she spends ignoring him as he casually sits down in the cafe at a table close to hers, pretending not to notice him standing a few feet down the cashier line at Tesco's, purposefully overlooking him as he happens to walk past her house just when she's on her way to the car. On the fourth day, though, when she's leaving the local Sainsbury's and he's still there, standing next to a newspaper stand across the street and flicking through an issue of Empire, she's had enough.

She crosses the street and unceremoniously plucks the newspaper from his hand. He looks up in surprise, which turns into dismay as he recognizes her.

Donna narrows her eyes. "Why are you stalking me?"

"I'm-- I'm not-- I was just, um, standing here. Buying a newspaper. Just buying a newspaper, not stalking. Never stalking."

"You're still a horrible liar. That hasn't changed, then."

She watches his expression change back to surprise, then shock, then uncertainty. "You-- you remember me. Do you remember me?"

"You're hard to forget."

"But you-- I--"

"You wiped my mind. I remember. Apparently you're just as bad at that as you are at lying. Doctor."

She's not often seen him at a loss for words, so she enjoys the following couple of moments immensely. Eventually, she takes pity on him. "The memories started to return almost immediately after you left. My memories, not yours. I still don't quite know what happened with the planets in the sky and all that, but Granddad helped me fill in the blanks." She frowns and pokes a finger into his narrow chest. "I should be really angry with you, Spaceman."

The confused frown on his face clears up, and he raises his eyebrows, eyes questioning. "Are you?"

"I'm not sure yet." She can feel a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Let's find out, hm? My place or yours?"

"You live with your mother."

"Point. Where've you left that box of yours, then?"

Donna knows there's younger and prettier than her out there, but when the Doctor grabs her hand and runs off with her to find the TARDIS, she knows that doesn't matter. All that does matter is that she's Donna Noble, she's with the Doctor, and she's brilliant.

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"Nothing much's changed here, then." Donna follows the Doctor into his bedroom in the TARDIS and is greeted by familiar just-this-side-of-chaotic interiors.

He turns around and grins at her. "No reason to redecorate. I like it the way it is; don't you?"

"Oh, it's fine. It's very you."

There's a moment when they just look at one another--she missed him; up until now she hadn't realized how much she missed this silly strange fellow--and then they're kissing, his hands in her hair while hers are on his back, pulling him in close. She nudges him backwards, and a moment later they fall onto the bed, still kissing, the mattress dipping under their combined weight.

Eventually, she pulls back and kneels over him, her legs straddling his narrow thighs. "Why, sir," she says in a mock-surprised tone and runs a hand over his crotch. "Is that your screwdriver, or are you just happy to see me?"

He smiles again. "I keep my screwdriver in a different pocket."