Literature
Who Likes Short Shorts?~Doctor/Reader
“I’m dying,” Y/N mumbled. Her words were thick and low. “I’m dying and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“You’re not dying,” the Doctor replied, a grin in his voice.
He was being obnoxiously cheerful, considering that Donna Noble was also convinced that she was half-way through melting to death. Not for the first time, Donna inwardly shook her fist at whatever evolutionary thing-a-ma-do on Gallifrey helped Time Lords evolve into temperature insensitive arseheads. He barely had any sweat on him. He’d removed his suit jacket and tie, rolled up his sleeves, but other than that