Title: Competitive Streak
Author: Tess/mihane_echo
Rating: Rated E for Everyone
Word Count: 401
Pairing: Ten/Donna
Spoilers: None
Summary: A little bit of competition in the TARDIS.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it belongs to the Beeb and I'm borrowing it to play with. I don't think there's anything left I can do that would destroy them more than what RTD did, so worry not. ;3
Author's Note: I haven't written any Ten/Donna just screwing around in a while. Here you go. ;B



"Awright, lemme show you how it's done-- Ah, missed!"

"You weren't even close!" bawled the Doctor, his boyish grin broadening as he laughed.

Donna pursed her lips and reached out, swatting his knee. "You don't get to judge, you missed three times in a row."

"You sabotaged me, you grabbed my hand--" he said, even as Donna began a chain of loud protests; he shook his head over and over. "No, no, you did!"

"Whatever. Here you go, second attempt." Tongue stuck out between her teeth, Donna plucked a piece of fluffy white popcorn out of the bowl in her lap, tipped her head back and tossed it up into the air. The Time Lord watched from his reclining position as the popcorn arced up and then down; Donna swayed at the last moment and caught it in her mouth.

"OH!" she cheered, pumping her fists into the air. "That's twenty-two to your eighteen, Spaceman, whaddaya gonna do about it?"

"You're only winning 'cause your mouth is bigger," he muttered under his breath, a mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes. Donna let out an indignant squawk and took a handful of the popcorn and chucked it at him; moving quickly, he sat up, mouth open, and caught three of them as they sailed into his personal space.

"Hah! I'm catching up!" He hesitated, eyes falling on the bowl and its dwindling number of popcorns left.

Donna saw his move and tried to stop him, lifting the bowl behind her and out of his reach, but he was too quick; his nimble fingers snagged one of the two remaining pieces of popcorn and he tossed it up, wobbling slightly as he manoeuvred to catch it. Then he grinned, showing his companion the piece caught between his teeth.

Donna pouted at him; the Doctor leaned forward and smirked. "All tied up and only one piece left. Whaddaya gonna do about it, Earth girl?"

She contemplated the final piece, looking crunchy and buttery at the bottom of the bowl, and then lifted dusky eyes to his; it was a dangerous look she was giving him, full of fire and desire. She shifted, moving close, until her face was breaths apart from his; the Doctor swallowed.

"There's another bag in the kitchen," she said, in low and sultry tones. "Race you?"

He grinned, eyes roaming over the devilish thrill on Donna's features. "Oh, you're on."

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