DW/Heroes/Blackpool Fic: Telling Jackie
Title: Telling Jackie
Author: irishlullaby
Rated: Adult
Fandoms: Doctor Who (Pete's World), Blackpool, Heroes
Pairing: Claude/Rose/Peter. Mickey/Jake/Tish. Implied Jackie/Pete/teaboy ;)
Summary: When the trio decides to move in together, Rose feels it's time to let her mum know the state of her relationship with Peter and Claude.
AN: Trying to get this moved over from my personal LJ... it was there because I honestly didn't think anyone would ever want to read it. O.o; Boy was I wrong.
The first order of business in moving in together was finding a suitable flat in which to co-habitate. They found a nice flat with three bedrooms, over looking the Thames. It was close to work and they could easily walk to any shop they needed to get to. The bath was somewhat smaller than the one in the flat Rose had lived in, but it was still perfectly capable of accommodating the three of them.
Second, they had to get their stuff to the new flat. And moving the belongings of three individuals into a solitary place could prove frustrating. Rose’s bed was the first thing set up and was immediately put to use to celebrate the new place.
The third and fourth thing on the agenda was to be taken care of at the same time. Three was to have family and friends over. Fourth was letting Jackie know, without a doubt, that Rose was seeing both Claude and Peter. The mother in question had already been nagging Rose about letting the papers go on about her swapping between the two constantly, but with them living together it would be best her mum know precisely what was going on.
The day of the house warming gathering started out very well. Very well indeed….
Rose felt warm and safe tucked between her two favourite men on the planet. Not to mention both seemed to be suffering from a morning ailment that she was rather eager to help them out with. So, as she slowly came awake, Rose drew one leg over Peter’s hip and arched against him, he hummed in his sleep and his hand twitched against her side. She arched again, he responded with a soft murmur and pushed against her.
Since the second month Rose had been seeing Claude on a casual basis, she had been on a birth control shot provided by Torchwood on a monthly schedule. Though they generally used condoms as double assurance, lazy good morning shags often got ruined when fumbling for the damn things. And the injected concoction Torchwood provided was the best the planet had to offer, so they didn’t really worry about pregnancy rearing its fearsome head. And she knew they both had a clean bill of health.
Peter’s hand slid down her hip, over Claude’s hand, and to her thigh. He drew her leg further up his hip and shifted, bringing Rose to rest on top of him. Claude’s hand fell to enveloping Rose’s ankle as she shifted her own position to straddling Peter’s hips. Peter moaned softly as she sank down on him. His eyes fluttered open and he grinned up at her.
“Oh Rose,” he whispered, his voice raspy with sleep.
He came quickly, silently as he brushed at Rose’s clit. She followed with her own gentle orgasm moments later. Rose gasped when she felt Claude’s hand tighten on her ankle, she looked over to see a smirk slowly cross his lips. He sat up and caught Rose’s lips in a kiss as she let Peter slip from inside of her.
Claude broke the kiss then moved to kneeling behind Rose. Rose bit her bottom lip as she rested on all fours, hovering over Peter, who was wide eyed. She yelped loudly as Claude thrust into her with ease from the activities her and Peter had just shared moments before. Claude gripped her hips tightly, pushed into her deep and hard.
Peter reached up and cupped one of her breasts in one of his hands, his other slipped down to where her and Claude were joined. A grin went to Peter’s lips as he rubbed furiously at the still very sensitive little nub, she could feel his other fingers perched where Claude slid in and out her, teasing him as well as her. Claude growled darkly as his movements became more and more erratic. Rose felt her body quaking, her arms almost ready to give out from under her.
“Come for us, Rose,” Peter whispered, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
She looked into Peter’s eyes, saw that his own eyes were filled with wonder. She came with a cry and heard Claude grunt loudly as he followed, pressing deep into her. His arms went around her waist and pulled her with him as he plopped back onto the bed. Rose giggled loudly as both men flanked her. They both kissed on her face and shoulders as she tried to wriggle from between them.
She sat on her knees between them and grinned. “Good morning to you two, as well,” she said cheerfully.
“Morning,” both men greeted lazily.
“We need to get up and about… My mum will be over in a bit to get a roast cooking for the house warming…” Rose said. “Come on, up you get… time for a shower…”
“Can it be a group showering?” Peter asked.
“No,” Rose said sternly. “Peter, you first you take the longest. Then Claude and then me.”
Both Claude and Peter groaned in annoyance.
#
Rose tucked her towel around her body and made her way towards the bedroom. She stopped abruptly at the door as she caught sight of something she never thought she would see.
Claude and Peter snogging.
She shook her head and blinked her eyes just to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. When she reopened her eyes and they were still at it, she knew it was not a figment of her imagination. It wasn’t at all how she had pictured it would be. When she had imaged them snogging, they had been half naked and Claude was taking full control, asserting his role as the alpha male -- like he so often did during sex with the three of them together.
But the sight before her was even more stunning than her imagination. They were almost fully clothed. Peter with his shirt still untucked and Claude with the Oxford he wore yet to be buttoned. They both had their fingers entwined behind the other’s head, neither backing down to let the other have full control. Any time it seemed Claude was gaining the upper hand, Peter pushed forwards, regaining the ground he had lost, and then Claude did the same in return.
Claude’s fingers slid up into Peter’s hair and yanked back roughly. Peter groaned and let Claude have control, Rose knew from experience that Peter had a weakness in having his hair pulled during anything remotely sexual. But Claude’s dominance lasted for only a moment before Peter returned the gesture. Claude gave something akin to a purr and yanked his mouth away from Peter’s.
The two men panted heavily, forehead resting against one another as they tried to catch their breaths. Rose felt that if she were wearing knickers at that moment she would be in a dire need of changing them. Instead she gave a ragged sigh rubbed the back of her neck to sooth the tingling that had started there. Peter and Claude looked at her sharply and quickly moved away from each other, faces flushing with embarrassment at having being caught.
Rose swallowed hard and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. “I…” she said, her voice a high pitched squeak. She cleared her throat and puffed out a shaking breath. “Have either of you seen my shoes,” she asked, having forgotten what she had really gone in to ask them. “The black ones with the kitten heels?”
Peter turned and looked her over, smirked and nodded towards the wardrobe. “In there with your dress.”
Rose swallowed again and quickly went to the wardrobe to retrieve the plastic covered black dress and the low heeled shoes she had selected for the gathering. It was just going to be some family and a few friends from work, but she knew her mum expected it to be a “proper” party… Rose took it as a rehearsal to show she was able to handle the bigger parties that came the way of both VitEx and Torchwood for fund raisers and holiday specials. And Rose would one day have to take them over in place of her mum.
A thought which absolutely frightened her… so she didn’t need to let Claude and Peter having a rather yummy looking snog, half-dressed, get her concentration off. She could grill them about it afterwards. Grill them long and hard and… make them… Well, she didn’t know what she would make them do. But she knew what she wanted to do at that moment and it had nothing to do with the people that would be coming to her flat shortly.
She just hoped she would be able to keep her hands off of both of her boys until after their guests were gone.
#
Rose held the kitchen thing in her hands, eyeing it speculatively. “It’s… lovely. Really. I…” she blinked in confusion don’t know what it is. “Thanks, Mickey. Really. It’s…”
“Useless,” Mickey grinned. “We only got it because we knew you wouldn’t be able to resist trying to find out what it was really used for.”
Rose pursed her lips and turned the item around and over. “It looks like a toaster and a blender had an illegitimate love child… and tried to blame the bread maker. Didn’t it have a box or something?”
Mickey shook his head. “Nope. Tish saw it on the shelf and the clerks couldn’t find another one. Jake says it might be something alien that was snuck in. Either way… I think you’ll have a fun time figuring it out.”
“Thanks, Mick. Thanks,” she said flatly. She looked up at Mickey and saw a very familiar smirk. “What? What do you know?”
“Nothing babe… Just curious as to who gets to be in the middle,” he said in a low, teasing voice. A slow grin spread over Rose’s lips, Mickey gaffed in shock. “No!” he laughed. “You didn’t get into that sort when it was me and Jake…”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Because it wasn’t me in the middle,” she pointed out. “I felt like a third wheel because me and Jake just didn’t click like that.” She dropped her tone. “How’d you figure it out?”
Mickey snorted. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not an idiot. I did the math… three bedrooms. One turned into an office, one is the decoy bedroom, and then the three of you share the big bed in the larger bedroom. Me, Tish, and Jake have the same set up. Only we femmed up the decoy room so her family would think she’s just rooming with a couple of gay blokes. Francine would freak out if she knew.” He nodded toward the room in question. “Though… might want to muss it up a bit to make it look more like a bloke lives there... Plus, any time Claude has let himself be seen, he’s been eyeing up both you and Peter… and Peter’s been eyeing up you and Claude, while you have been avoiding them both.” Mickey gave her a wink. “Torchwood agents are some of the most observant privately funded people on the planet. You three are sort of Team Obvious with you as the Captain.”
Both Mickey and Rose stiffened as Jackie’s voice came up behind them. “Team Obvious does have a nice ring to it Rose… the other lads have team names… that could be yours!”
Rose sighed and shook her head. Her mum had obviously been nipping into the wine again. She just hoped her mum hadn’t overheard everything. Rose rather wanted to carefully ease her mum into the idea that her only daughter was the meat in the middle of a Peter and Claude sandwich.
However, since her mum was drinking, and knew her daughter was in fact seriously dating someone… it meant the inevitable talk of wanting grand babies was soon to come. And Jackie didn’t disappoint and flopped down right between Rose and Mickey.
“So tell me sweetheart… why are you being so secretive of which one you’re dating?” Jackie asked, then took a sip of her wine. “They’re both lovely lads…” Jackie pursed her lips. “Well… Peter is. Claude’s a bit dodgy at times.”
Rose shrugged casually. “Yeah well… he’s been through a lot.”
“He’s a lot better looking than the Doctor when you first showed up with him,” Jackie continued. “I’ll give you that much. Never knew a bit of hair and a beard could make a bloke look so fuckable…”
“Mum!” Rose squeaked.
“And on that note… I’m off,” Mickey laughed, then rushed away.
“You won’t admit it, I will,” Jackie huffed. She sighed heavily. “Come on, tell…” she dropped her tone to a near whisper, “Is it Peter? He’d make pretty babies you know…”
Rose looked at her fingernails and pursed her lips. She wasn’t particularly interested in babies, namely interested in having one. “I don’t want kids,” she said quietly, then scowled at her Mum as she remembered some of the more personal things that Claude had shared with her and Peter over the time they had been together… things that had been deleted from his file at Prima-tech “And Claude makes pretty babies. I’ve seen pictures… well, a picture.”
Her mum wasn’t paying attention, just scanning the crowd for the man in question. “Where is he then? Has he decided to hide in plain sight?”
A cool breeze caressed the base of Rose’s neck. She grabbed at the back of her neck and glanced over her shoulder. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’m sure he’s… around.”
“So it is Peter or Claude?” Jackie asked, taking a drink from her wine glass.
“Yes,” Rose replied softly.
Jackie rolled her eyes. “Oh honestly Rose… Why all the mystery? Which is it?”
Rose sighed and shook her head. Her mum could be rather thick when she’d had a bit to drink… “It’s both of them Mum. I’m seeing both Peter and Claude.”
Jackie’s mouth dropped open then clamped shut. Then suddenly she laughed. “That’s a good one Rose. Now, come on… which is it?”
“Both of them,” Rose insisted. “I share a bed with Peter and Claude. The three of us are a couple.”
Then suddenly it felt like the entire flat became quiet. Had she really just let her voice raise on that last bit? She glanced about and noticed that the few guests were looking at her wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Her mum looked across the room at Peter.
“Is that true?” Jackie asked.
Peter’s lips pressed into a tight line. “Aye,” he said with a slight nod. “And neither myself, Rose, or Claude would have it any other way.”
Rose cringed when her mum looked back at her. Betrayal burned in Jackie’s eyes. “Who’s idea was it?” she asked. “Was it Claude’s? I always knew he was a pervert… Got to be careful with those invisible sorts…”
“It was my idea,” Rose blurted. “I had been with Claude for a few months and… and… I…” She took a deep breath and huffed out a breath. “You know what. I don’t have to go explaining myself. Last I checked, I was an adult perfectly capable of making my own decisions and so are Claude and Peter. If we want to have filthy three-way sex twice a day that’s our business. Besides… almost everyone at Torchwood has a secret lover or two or is involved in the same way.”
Jackie opened her mouth to protest, but Pete stepped up and set a hand to her shoulder. “She’s right Jacks… Can’t exactly frown upon her if we’ve all been just as guilty can we?”
A small smile tugged at her mum’s lips. “I’ll never think of tea the same way again,” Jackie said, barely above a whisper.
It was Rose’s turn to go slack jawed.
#
Claude picked up the final empty plastic cup and tossed it in the rubbish bag Peter was holding open. Both of them had their ties hanging loosely about their necks, the need for propriety several hours gone. Rose looked up from where she was fluffing one of the squished pillows on the sofa and smirked.
“The two of you look so bloody delectable,” she purred. She strode casually over to them, Peter released the bag. Grabbing both of their ties by the knot, Rose grinned. “Now, if you will excuse me… there’s something I’ve been wanting since I walked in on the two of you snogging earlier…”
Rose carefully took steps backwards, leading her boys to the bedroom. They both looked at her with matching smirks and heavy-lidded eyes. “Did it turn you on?” Peter asked darkly.
“Oh yes. Very much,” Rose whispered. “I would do almost anything to see it again.”
“Maybe if you’re a good girl you’ll get what you want,” Claude murmured.
Rose finally made it to the bed and sat down on the corner. “I’ve been a very good girl today. It was you, Claude that was naughty today… spending it invisible so you wouldn’t have to deal with anybody.”
Claude held his hands up in surrender, a smirk and glimmering eyes belying his serious tone. “Perhaps the two of you should punish me then.”
Peter looked at Claude sharply. “But that would be giving ye what you want wouldn’t it?”
“Or maybe the two of you should give me what I want… since I did most of the work today,” Rose commented then licked her lips.
“Later,” Claude said gruffly. He yanked off his loosened tie and dropped it on the floor. “Personally, I think we should be rewarded for being able to keep our hands to ourselves while you wore that dress.”
“Well… why don’t you both just come and get me out of it?” Rose teased.
And, much to her delight, they did.
Author: irishlullaby
Rated: Adult
Fandoms: Doctor Who (Pete's World), Blackpool, Heroes
Pairing: Claude/Rose/Peter. Mickey/Jake/Tish. Implied Jackie/Pete/teaboy ;)
Summary: When the trio decides to move in together, Rose feels it's time to let her mum know the state of her relationship with Peter and Claude.
AN: Trying to get this moved over from my personal LJ... it was there because I honestly didn't think anyone would ever want to read it. O.o; Boy was I wrong.
The first order of business in moving in together was finding a suitable flat in which to co-habitate. They found a nice flat with three bedrooms, over looking the Thames. It was close to work and they could easily walk to any shop they needed to get to. The bath was somewhat smaller than the one in the flat Rose had lived in, but it was still perfectly capable of accommodating the three of them.
Second, they had to get their stuff to the new flat. And moving the belongings of three individuals into a solitary place could prove frustrating. Rose’s bed was the first thing set up and was immediately put to use to celebrate the new place.
The third and fourth thing on the agenda was to be taken care of at the same time. Three was to have family and friends over. Fourth was letting Jackie know, without a doubt, that Rose was seeing both Claude and Peter. The mother in question had already been nagging Rose about letting the papers go on about her swapping between the two constantly, but with them living together it would be best her mum know precisely what was going on.
The day of the house warming gathering started out very well. Very well indeed….
Rose felt warm and safe tucked between her two favourite men on the planet. Not to mention both seemed to be suffering from a morning ailment that she was rather eager to help them out with. So, as she slowly came awake, Rose drew one leg over Peter’s hip and arched against him, he hummed in his sleep and his hand twitched against her side. She arched again, he responded with a soft murmur and pushed against her.
Since the second month Rose had been seeing Claude on a casual basis, she had been on a birth control shot provided by Torchwood on a monthly schedule. Though they generally used condoms as double assurance, lazy good morning shags often got ruined when fumbling for the damn things. And the injected concoction Torchwood provided was the best the planet had to offer, so they didn’t really worry about pregnancy rearing its fearsome head. And she knew they both had a clean bill of health.
Peter’s hand slid down her hip, over Claude’s hand, and to her thigh. He drew her leg further up his hip and shifted, bringing Rose to rest on top of him. Claude’s hand fell to enveloping Rose’s ankle as she shifted her own position to straddling Peter’s hips. Peter moaned softly as she sank down on him. His eyes fluttered open and he grinned up at her.
“Oh Rose,” he whispered, his voice raspy with sleep.
He came quickly, silently as he brushed at Rose’s clit. She followed with her own gentle orgasm moments later. Rose gasped when she felt Claude’s hand tighten on her ankle, she looked over to see a smirk slowly cross his lips. He sat up and caught Rose’s lips in a kiss as she let Peter slip from inside of her.
Claude broke the kiss then moved to kneeling behind Rose. Rose bit her bottom lip as she rested on all fours, hovering over Peter, who was wide eyed. She yelped loudly as Claude thrust into her with ease from the activities her and Peter had just shared moments before. Claude gripped her hips tightly, pushed into her deep and hard.
Peter reached up and cupped one of her breasts in one of his hands, his other slipped down to where her and Claude were joined. A grin went to Peter’s lips as he rubbed furiously at the still very sensitive little nub, she could feel his other fingers perched where Claude slid in and out her, teasing him as well as her. Claude growled darkly as his movements became more and more erratic. Rose felt her body quaking, her arms almost ready to give out from under her.
“Come for us, Rose,” Peter whispered, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
She looked into Peter’s eyes, saw that his own eyes were filled with wonder. She came with a cry and heard Claude grunt loudly as he followed, pressing deep into her. His arms went around her waist and pulled her with him as he plopped back onto the bed. Rose giggled loudly as both men flanked her. They both kissed on her face and shoulders as she tried to wriggle from between them.
She sat on her knees between them and grinned. “Good morning to you two, as well,” she said cheerfully.
“Morning,” both men greeted lazily.
“We need to get up and about… My mum will be over in a bit to get a roast cooking for the house warming…” Rose said. “Come on, up you get… time for a shower…”
“Can it be a group showering?” Peter asked.
“No,” Rose said sternly. “Peter, you first you take the longest. Then Claude and then me.”
Both Claude and Peter groaned in annoyance.
#
Rose tucked her towel around her body and made her way towards the bedroom. She stopped abruptly at the door as she caught sight of something she never thought she would see.
Claude and Peter snogging.
She shook her head and blinked her eyes just to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. When she reopened her eyes and they were still at it, she knew it was not a figment of her imagination. It wasn’t at all how she had pictured it would be. When she had imaged them snogging, they had been half naked and Claude was taking full control, asserting his role as the alpha male -- like he so often did during sex with the three of them together.
But the sight before her was even more stunning than her imagination. They were almost fully clothed. Peter with his shirt still untucked and Claude with the Oxford he wore yet to be buttoned. They both had their fingers entwined behind the other’s head, neither backing down to let the other have full control. Any time it seemed Claude was gaining the upper hand, Peter pushed forwards, regaining the ground he had lost, and then Claude did the same in return.
Claude’s fingers slid up into Peter’s hair and yanked back roughly. Peter groaned and let Claude have control, Rose knew from experience that Peter had a weakness in having his hair pulled during anything remotely sexual. But Claude’s dominance lasted for only a moment before Peter returned the gesture. Claude gave something akin to a purr and yanked his mouth away from Peter’s.
The two men panted heavily, forehead resting against one another as they tried to catch their breaths. Rose felt that if she were wearing knickers at that moment she would be in a dire need of changing them. Instead she gave a ragged sigh rubbed the back of her neck to sooth the tingling that had started there. Peter and Claude looked at her sharply and quickly moved away from each other, faces flushing with embarrassment at having being caught.
Rose swallowed hard and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. “I…” she said, her voice a high pitched squeak. She cleared her throat and puffed out a shaking breath. “Have either of you seen my shoes,” she asked, having forgotten what she had really gone in to ask them. “The black ones with the kitten heels?”
Peter turned and looked her over, smirked and nodded towards the wardrobe. “In there with your dress.”
Rose swallowed again and quickly went to the wardrobe to retrieve the plastic covered black dress and the low heeled shoes she had selected for the gathering. It was just going to be some family and a few friends from work, but she knew her mum expected it to be a “proper” party… Rose took it as a rehearsal to show she was able to handle the bigger parties that came the way of both VitEx and Torchwood for fund raisers and holiday specials. And Rose would one day have to take them over in place of her mum.
A thought which absolutely frightened her… so she didn’t need to let Claude and Peter having a rather yummy looking snog, half-dressed, get her concentration off. She could grill them about it afterwards. Grill them long and hard and… make them… Well, she didn’t know what she would make them do. But she knew what she wanted to do at that moment and it had nothing to do with the people that would be coming to her flat shortly.
She just hoped she would be able to keep her hands off of both of her boys until after their guests were gone.
#
Rose held the kitchen thing in her hands, eyeing it speculatively. “It’s… lovely. Really. I…” she blinked in confusion don’t know what it is. “Thanks, Mickey. Really. It’s…”
“Useless,” Mickey grinned. “We only got it because we knew you wouldn’t be able to resist trying to find out what it was really used for.”
Rose pursed her lips and turned the item around and over. “It looks like a toaster and a blender had an illegitimate love child… and tried to blame the bread maker. Didn’t it have a box or something?”
Mickey shook his head. “Nope. Tish saw it on the shelf and the clerks couldn’t find another one. Jake says it might be something alien that was snuck in. Either way… I think you’ll have a fun time figuring it out.”
“Thanks, Mick. Thanks,” she said flatly. She looked up at Mickey and saw a very familiar smirk. “What? What do you know?”
“Nothing babe… Just curious as to who gets to be in the middle,” he said in a low, teasing voice. A slow grin spread over Rose’s lips, Mickey gaffed in shock. “No!” he laughed. “You didn’t get into that sort when it was me and Jake…”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Because it wasn’t me in the middle,” she pointed out. “I felt like a third wheel because me and Jake just didn’t click like that.” She dropped her tone. “How’d you figure it out?”
Mickey snorted. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not an idiot. I did the math… three bedrooms. One turned into an office, one is the decoy bedroom, and then the three of you share the big bed in the larger bedroom. Me, Tish, and Jake have the same set up. Only we femmed up the decoy room so her family would think she’s just rooming with a couple of gay blokes. Francine would freak out if she knew.” He nodded toward the room in question. “Though… might want to muss it up a bit to make it look more like a bloke lives there... Plus, any time Claude has let himself be seen, he’s been eyeing up both you and Peter… and Peter’s been eyeing up you and Claude, while you have been avoiding them both.” Mickey gave her a wink. “Torchwood agents are some of the most observant privately funded people on the planet. You three are sort of Team Obvious with you as the Captain.”
Both Mickey and Rose stiffened as Jackie’s voice came up behind them. “Team Obvious does have a nice ring to it Rose… the other lads have team names… that could be yours!”
Rose sighed and shook her head. Her mum had obviously been nipping into the wine again. She just hoped her mum hadn’t overheard everything. Rose rather wanted to carefully ease her mum into the idea that her only daughter was the meat in the middle of a Peter and Claude sandwich.
However, since her mum was drinking, and knew her daughter was in fact seriously dating someone… it meant the inevitable talk of wanting grand babies was soon to come. And Jackie didn’t disappoint and flopped down right between Rose and Mickey.
“So tell me sweetheart… why are you being so secretive of which one you’re dating?” Jackie asked, then took a sip of her wine. “They’re both lovely lads…” Jackie pursed her lips. “Well… Peter is. Claude’s a bit dodgy at times.”
Rose shrugged casually. “Yeah well… he’s been through a lot.”
“He’s a lot better looking than the Doctor when you first showed up with him,” Jackie continued. “I’ll give you that much. Never knew a bit of hair and a beard could make a bloke look so fuckable…”
“Mum!” Rose squeaked.
“And on that note… I’m off,” Mickey laughed, then rushed away.
“You won’t admit it, I will,” Jackie huffed. She sighed heavily. “Come on, tell…” she dropped her tone to a near whisper, “Is it Peter? He’d make pretty babies you know…”
Rose looked at her fingernails and pursed her lips. She wasn’t particularly interested in babies, namely interested in having one. “I don’t want kids,” she said quietly, then scowled at her Mum as she remembered some of the more personal things that Claude had shared with her and Peter over the time they had been together… things that had been deleted from his file at Prima-tech “And Claude makes pretty babies. I’ve seen pictures… well, a picture.”
Her mum wasn’t paying attention, just scanning the crowd for the man in question. “Where is he then? Has he decided to hide in plain sight?”
A cool breeze caressed the base of Rose’s neck. She grabbed at the back of her neck and glanced over her shoulder. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’m sure he’s… around.”
“So it is Peter or Claude?” Jackie asked, taking a drink from her wine glass.
“Yes,” Rose replied softly.
Jackie rolled her eyes. “Oh honestly Rose… Why all the mystery? Which is it?”
Rose sighed and shook her head. Her mum could be rather thick when she’d had a bit to drink… “It’s both of them Mum. I’m seeing both Peter and Claude.”
Jackie’s mouth dropped open then clamped shut. Then suddenly she laughed. “That’s a good one Rose. Now, come on… which is it?”
“Both of them,” Rose insisted. “I share a bed with Peter and Claude. The three of us are a couple.”
Then suddenly it felt like the entire flat became quiet. Had she really just let her voice raise on that last bit? She glanced about and noticed that the few guests were looking at her wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Her mum looked across the room at Peter.
“Is that true?” Jackie asked.
Peter’s lips pressed into a tight line. “Aye,” he said with a slight nod. “And neither myself, Rose, or Claude would have it any other way.”
Rose cringed when her mum looked back at her. Betrayal burned in Jackie’s eyes. “Who’s idea was it?” she asked. “Was it Claude’s? I always knew he was a pervert… Got to be careful with those invisible sorts…”
“It was my idea,” Rose blurted. “I had been with Claude for a few months and… and… I…” She took a deep breath and huffed out a breath. “You know what. I don’t have to go explaining myself. Last I checked, I was an adult perfectly capable of making my own decisions and so are Claude and Peter. If we want to have filthy three-way sex twice a day that’s our business. Besides… almost everyone at Torchwood has a secret lover or two or is involved in the same way.”
Jackie opened her mouth to protest, but Pete stepped up and set a hand to her shoulder. “She’s right Jacks… Can’t exactly frown upon her if we’ve all been just as guilty can we?”
A small smile tugged at her mum’s lips. “I’ll never think of tea the same way again,” Jackie said, barely above a whisper.
It was Rose’s turn to go slack jawed.
#
Claude picked up the final empty plastic cup and tossed it in the rubbish bag Peter was holding open. Both of them had their ties hanging loosely about their necks, the need for propriety several hours gone. Rose looked up from where she was fluffing one of the squished pillows on the sofa and smirked.
“The two of you look so bloody delectable,” she purred. She strode casually over to them, Peter released the bag. Grabbing both of their ties by the knot, Rose grinned. “Now, if you will excuse me… there’s something I’ve been wanting since I walked in on the two of you snogging earlier…”
Rose carefully took steps backwards, leading her boys to the bedroom. They both looked at her with matching smirks and heavy-lidded eyes. “Did it turn you on?” Peter asked darkly.
“Oh yes. Very much,” Rose whispered. “I would do almost anything to see it again.”
“Maybe if you’re a good girl you’ll get what you want,” Claude murmured.
Rose finally made it to the bed and sat down on the corner. “I’ve been a very good girl today. It was you, Claude that was naughty today… spending it invisible so you wouldn’t have to deal with anybody.”
Claude held his hands up in surrender, a smirk and glimmering eyes belying his serious tone. “Perhaps the two of you should punish me then.”
Peter looked at Claude sharply. “But that would be giving ye what you want wouldn’t it?”
“Or maybe the two of you should give me what I want… since I did most of the work today,” Rose commented then licked her lips.
“Later,” Claude said gruffly. He yanked off his loosened tie and dropped it on the floor. “Personally, I think we should be rewarded for being able to keep our hands to ourselves while you wore that dress.”
“Well… why don’t you both just come and get me out of it?” Rose teased.
And, much to her delight, they did.