Warning: This contains Jack-inspired scenes.
Summary: They're playing with Jack again, and with each other. This is a sequel to Once More For Jack.
Disclaimer: I'm waiting for the BBC to throw them into the recycling bin so that I can nab them.
Jack switched on the listening device as he sipped his second cup of coffee that day. The noises from inside the TARDIS sounded distinctly muffled for a few seconds before it seemed as though someone had moved the device to a better position. Well, Jack would have thought that if he didn't know any better. That device was almost undetectable!
"Have you ever played TARDIS tennis before, Donna?" the Doctor asked as 'he' ran across the virtual court.
"Oh no, Doctor, I'm completely new to playing this way," she replied. "I must admit I'm liking it so far."
"Do you think we could… maybe… change sides for a moment, try it out that way?" he asked.
"Go on then, it can't make that much difference to me at the moment," she confessed. "I'm not properly warmed up yet."
There was the sound of a smash, followed by a round of applause. "Did they seriously just applaud you for doing that?" Donna asked incredulously.
"Oh yes! Some things are universal appreciated," the Doctor informed her, and then puffed slightly.
"Feeling a bit out of breath are you?" she teased him.
"Well… this is quite a lot of physical exertion," he tried to excuse himself.
"And I thought you were fit!" she snorted.
"Just because you're not moving about much," he huffed at her.
"Don't get sarky with me!" she warned. "I'm doing my best here considering the circumstances."
"Sorry! I forgot for a moment how new you are to this. Do you want me to help you out in any way?" he offered.
Jack's ears pricked up, and he leaned closer to the transmitter.
"No, you're alright, I'll stay right where I am thanks," Donna replied to the Doctor's generous offer.
"Just let me know if you need me to make things easier for you," he responded, and then there was a squeaking noise of converses against flooring followed by a grunt of effort. "That was close!"
"Are you alright? Do you need us to stop?" Donna readily asked. "We could always finish this another day? Or move over there?"
"No, it's fine. We need to finish properly," he sighed. There was another sound of a ball hitting a racquet loudly followed by more applause.
"You did it again!" she said in awed tones. "How do you do that? You wear me out just by looking at you."
"Either you've got it or you ain't," he smugly replied.
"Ow! You stabbed me then!" she shot out angrily at him.
"Donna! How did I do that?" he whined.
"I don't know! I'm not the one in charge of your body, Sunshine!" she snapped at him. "Stop flying things about!"
'Things?' Jack wondered.
"If you can't keep your body away from mine…," the Doctor began to threaten but Donna's voice quickly halted him.
"Shall I remind your face how a slap feels?" she asked in icy tones.
"No! No, that's fine!" he could be heard to backpedal.
Jack was getting fed up with this now. He'd listened in on and off for three weeks now, and hadn't heard anything genuinely riské in all that time.
"Go on then, finish this off," Donna ordered the Doctor. "You'll need to use the thingamajig."
"I know! I have done this before!" he snarked.
"Alright! Calm down! I was only saying," Donna tried to appease him.
The Doctor gave a small sniff. "That's alright then! Once more then?" his tone was hopeful.
"Once more," Donna agreed happily. There was the sound of applause again.
'I not listening to their stupid game of tennis anymore!' Jack told himself as he turned the device off yet again. He toyed with an elastic band he'd found on the desk, wondering who was the bigger idiot at that moment, him for thinking they were up to something, or them for not actually doing it. It was a close run thing, he decided.
"How was that game, Donna?" the Doctor asked her as he wiped the sweat off his brow and then hers.
She smiled broadly at him, "Playing along to that virtual tennis game was inspired! I'd have never thought of that!"
"I'm glad you approve!" he beamed back at her. He caressed her cheek tenderly, "Is there anything else you want me to do?"
"Apart from take those converses off when we make love? Yes. Can you untie me from this bed now, please? I don't know where that draft's coming from but I certainly know where it's going!" she giggled.
"Okay," he grinned at her, tackling the cords that bound her to the bedpost and rubbing her wrists for her before bringing his lips down to hers. "How about a shower together now we're done?"
"Ooh, yes please!" she kissed him. "And turn that bloody XBOX off."
"Yes dear!" he mocked her. He helped her carefully off the bed, and wrapped a comforting arm around her naked body before leading her into the bathroom for some more fun.