Collaboration fic: Lust and Monsters, pt 2/3
Title: Lust and Monsters, pt 2/3
AuthorS: unfolded73 and fid_gin
Beta: jfiliberti
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose
Rating: Adult from here on out
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters and make no money from this, all glory to the BBC
Summary: The Doctor and Rose find it difficult to confront their changing relationship when constantly interrupted by alien threats. A story set during the latter part of Series 2.
Notes: Thank you so much from both of us to everyone who's read and commented so far, glad you're enjoying this! Part 3 is going up Tuesday, to give us all time to come down from our post PotD high.
Now linked over at unfolded73's LJ as well, go show her some love!
Part 1
"I'm sorry," Rose said again, and again the Doctor ignored her, marching purposefully back toward the TARDIS with his hands deep in his pockets. Rose struggled to keep up with him. "Well why didn't you just say red, then?"
"Because with two buckets, one blue and one not, I thought the instructions 'not blue' were pretty clear," he snapped, not looking at her. They finally reached the ship and he fumbled the key in the lock. Twice now. Twice in as many days he'd screwed up. First that poor woman, and now today he'd done it again. Rose was right - why hadn't he just said red? Now, there would have been an angry Hoix on the loose in London if it hadn't been captured out from under them by some military blokes in a black van. Which, now that he thought about it, had been a bit odd in and of itself.
"Well they're not," she continued, following him inside. "What're you gonna say the next time my mum gives you a haircut - 'Make it a not-long back and sides'?"
"As if I'm going to let your mother go at my hair again anyway; she practically took my ear off last time!" The ramp rattled under his feet, and he threw his overcoat onto one of the coral supports carelessly.
Rose was close on his heels. "There you go, insulting my mother again! You always fall back on that when you're losing an argument, d'you know that?"
"Losing an argument?" He whirled around to face her. "I'm not ... not in any way ... " Rose was fuming, spots of pink on her cheeks and eyes sparkling. She'd let her hair dry naturally, so it was slightly wavy, and she wore a blouse under her denim jacket that was unbuttoned down to her cleavage. It was ... distracting.
She put a hand on her hip. "Not what?"
The Doctor realized he was staring decidedly lower than her face and he looked up quickly. "What?"
She wrinkled her brow in confusion. "You didn't finish your sentence."
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to come up with a reasonable response. Should he resume the argument? Should he say something funny? Sexy? "You're right."
"What?"
"It was my fault. I should have said red." His eyes had settled on her mouth and his big Time Lord brain had settled on the idea of kissing her again. Perhaps followed by other things.
Rose looked more perplexed than ever. "Oh. Well, thanks." They watched each other for a beat. “I should have listened better, I guess. To what you told me to do.”
“Are you saying you'll do whatever I tell you?” His mouth had gone and gotten away from him again; where was this coming from?
She appeared only momentarily shocked. "Would now be a good time to talk about ... the thing?"
He raised one eyebrow. "The thing?"
"The sex thing."
"Ah ... that thing."
"I mean, I realize that I kissed you, but then you sort of ..." She waved her hand vaguely in the air.
"Escalated it?"
"Yes, exactly."
He took a step toward her. "Slid my tongue into your mouth? Undressed you?"
Rose flushed. "Yeah."
Another step. "Made love to you?" On one level, he couldn't believe what he was saying. On another, he felt like nothing he'd ever done was as perfectly sensible. He put a hand on her waist, keeping his eyes on hers. Rose nodded.
"Made you come?" he asked in a low whisper, his hearts hammering fast. To his surprise, Rose looked uncomfortable, and a little ashamed. She raised one shoulder in what he recognized to be a half-shrug which did nothing to reassure his ego. “Rose, what...?”
“I was nervous,” she blurted out, her eyes still not quite meeting his. “It wasn't exactly the most romantic situation, you know. I just...” She raised her arms as though this would somehow help her explain, then let them flop back down to her sides.
The Doctor's eyebrows shot up, his mouth dropped open as he understood. “You didn't have an orgasm,” he said softly. It wasn't a question.
Rose looked even more embarrassed. “Well I'm not going to apologize or anything. Like I said, I was nervous. I just always thought our first time would be special. A little less rushed.”
He couldn't help but quirk his lips in a smile at that. “Our first time?” His hand, which had relaxed on her waist, now tightened its grip again as he pulled her a few inches closer to him. Rose moaned, her eyes falling shut. The Doctor leaned in and kissed her gently, nipping at her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open. They kissed for several leisurely seconds, while he let his hand run up from her waist over the side of her breast and up to her neck.
“Hold on,” he said against her mouth before breaking their kiss and leaning back. She was a vision with her eyes closed, her lips parted and slightly reddened from so much attention. Her eyelids fluttered open. “So what was all that about, with 'Oh Doctor, yes, harder'?" His voice was barely more than a whisper but he still raised it a bit in imitation of hers and the now-questionable vocalization she'd done during their lovemaking.
Rose gave a wicked smile. “I didn't say I didn't enjoy it. It still...felt nice.”
The Doctor's forehead wrinkled. “Nice?” he repeated, his voice rising a register. “That was more than nice...that was...I don't know, how about something like earth-shattering or...or mind-blowing.” He was stammering with indignation. “Have I explained to you how long it's been since I had sexual intercourse, Rose Tyler? Nice?”
She looked even more devious, poking out that tongue as she looked up at him. “Well, maybe it was those things for you...”
“Oh, that is it.” And then he launched himself at her, arms tight around her and lips on hers, tongue in her mouth and hands sliding down to grip her arse. He moaned into her mouth as they stumbled backward and he hit the jumpseat with the back of his knees and sat down suddenly; Rose followed, climbing onto his lap and straddling his hips. His world narrowed to her deep, wet kisses and the warm skin of her waist under his hands and the feeling of her grinding against his suddenly raging erection. It was glorious.
"It wasn't because of the TARDIS," he murmured.
Rose didn't open her eyes. "What?" Her voice came out as a breathy sigh.
"I didn't have sex with you because I lost the TARDIS. And I don't regret it now that I have her back." He swallowed, letting the pads of his fingers caress the soft skin at the nape of her neck. "I had sex with you because I wanted you. Because I couldn't resist you any longer." She leaned down and kissed him again without answering, and he stopped talking.
"Bedroom," she gasped after a while, which at first he ignored as a needless delay in what was happening currently. Her blouse was unbuttoned, his fingers had just successfully dispatched the clasp of her bra, and he was reaping the rewards, tongue swiping over the nipple on one of her breasts. Eventually she pulled on his hair, disengaging him from her chest. "Bedroom," she repeated. "This chair does not look like a very comfortable place to shag."
"Right!" he said with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Bedroom!" She climbed off of him and he stood up in front of her, thrusting one finger in her face. “You, Rose Tyler, are due at least one orgasm, courtesy of your resident intergalactic space stud. That's me,” he added conspiratorially, and she stifled a giggle, holding out her hand.
“Come on, 'space stud'.”
They walked hand-in-hand to her bedroom, shooting almost bashful glances at each other as they went. It was obvious to the Doctor that this was quite different than seeking comfort from each other, and falling upon one another in desperation as they had on Krop-Tor. He had declared his intention to make love to Rose, again. Was he okay with that? To take this step from sex being Something That Happened Once to it being Something They Did? They stood at her door and she turned to step into his arms, brushing kisses just where his long neck disappeared into his shirt collar, and he decided that yes - he was very much okay with it.
Stumbling through the doorway, kissing, walking her backwards towards her bed, the Doctor was relieved that he hadn't led her to his own bedroom. He didn't have the very human worries of whether she'd find his room too messy or not sexy enough or something, but it would be rather off-putting to stumble over a broken hunk of geo-plasmic fusion casing or a pair of magnetic whirly tanks. Carefully, he finished removing her shirt and guided her back onto the bed. Without taking his eyes off of her, he took off his jacket and removed his tie, dropping them on the floor as she pulled off her shoes and socks, smiling up at him.
"Now," he said softly, moving over her, "this first time you imagined which we didn't have...how did it go?" He kissed his way down her neck and over her chest to again suckle gently at the nipple he'd been forced to relinquish in the console room.
She hummed and arched against him. "I don't know, just...slower, I guess?"
He released her nipple with a kiss, moving one hand down between her legs to cup her there at the juncture of her thighs. She was so warm, and she moved her hips, seeking more pressure from his fingers. "Too fast?" he murmured against her neck.
"Not fast enough," she growled, curling her fingers in his hair and kissing him deeply. "It's not our first time anymore, y'know," she breathed when they separated.
"True," he said, popping one button of her black trousers. "And if I recall..." The other button. "...I promised..." Lowering her zip. "...to make you come for me." Sliding his hand across her abdomen and under her knickers, over her hair and inside. They both sighed at the sensation. "Oh Rose," he groaned, sliding his fingers up between her lips and softly rubbing her clit. "You are ready to move this along, aren't you?"
She mewed her answer, her hips moving in time with his fingers. Inspired, he slid two digits inside of her, continuing to work her clit with his thumb. After moments of this, as she was beginning to pant and clutch at her pillow with one arm folded up over her head, he withdrew his hand. Staring at his glistening fingers for a moment, he opened his mouth and sucked the two of them that had been inside Rose, closing his eyes and moaning in delight. The whole of time and space at his disposal, and the Doctor could suddenly think of nowhere he wanted, needed to be so badly as with his mouth buried between Rose Tyler's thighs.
She lifted her hips to help him as he pulled her trousers and knickers down and off, sitting up as he turned to throw her clothing off the side of the bed and reaching for his trouser clasps. He gently removed her hands, kissing her as he did so. “Stop trying to distract me,” he whispered, guiding her onto her back again. “My sexual prowess has been called into question, remember?” His words were joking, but his voice was steamy, thick with promise and barely-restrained desire. Rose gave a shuddery sigh as she stilled, letting him part her legs and settle between them. Moving toward her, he let his lips brush the soft strip of her hair momentarily before spreading her sex with his fingers and tasting her.
It was a sensory overload - the tang of her under his tongue, her fingernails raking his scalp and the way her hips rocked against his mouth in time to his lapping and sucking. The Doctor was beginning to worry that he might spontaneously finish before Rose just from the pleasure of tasting her, and he focused his efforts, licking her clit with quick, broad swipes of his tongue as he slipped those same two fingers inside her again. She liked that, crying out and fisting her hand in his hair, holding him in place while she continued to move against his busy lips and tongue.
The Doctor heard bells ringing as he closed his eyes and continued to devour her. “Leave it,” Rose rasped, and he registered it was her mobile phone ringing.
“Whatever you say,” he mouthed against her, returning to his task with enthusiasm. She was close, he could taste it, and he increased the pace and pressure of his licking, eager to push her over that edge, to hear her scream for him.
And the bloody phone began ringing again seconds after it stopped.
Rose cursed and rolled away from him to grab the device. The Doctor noticed that her legs were still slightly parted as she lay back and flipped the phone open, and he considered picking up where he'd left off, though the only person who would be calling her would be...
“Mum!” She sat bolt upright, scooting away from him, and the Doctor tried not to pout. He felt dazed - no, drunk, and while he couldn't imagine what news Jackie had rung with, he was quite sure it was nowhere near as important as what he'd just been doing. He struggled to maintain his patience as they talked, going through a mental checklist of everything he would do once the call was ended: bring Rose to orgasm first, at least two or three times with his mouth and hands, then make love to her in every conceivable position and a few inconceivable ones. Then a rest, maybe a bite to eat...ooh! A bath! Perhaps sex in the bath, all warm and wet...did humans like sex in the bathtub? The Doctor had never tried it, but at this moment it sounded marvelous.
He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't realize Rose had hung up. He was just about to detail his frankly brilliant plans to her when he noticed she looked furious.
“Please tell me that whatever it is can wait,” he said.
Rose launched herself up off of the bed and made straight for her dresser. "It can't - Mum needs help."
"But ... I mean ..." The Doctor realized almost too late that protesting probably wouldn't do anything to make Rose think fondly of him. "Right! To Jackie's then!"
Rose was pulling on fresh clothes while he picked up his jacket and tie discarded on the floor. "You should get a different tie," she said, pointing at the one with swirly blue stripes that he held in his hand.
"You don't like this one?" That was a disappointing revelation; he'd thought it was quite fetching.
She grinned. "I like it too much. I can't be held responsible for what I might do to you in my mum's flat if you wear that tie."
He weighed for a moment the pleasurable prospect of what she might do with the chance of being caught by Jackie. "I'll get a different tie."
Part 3
AuthorS: unfolded73 and fid_gin
Beta: jfiliberti
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose
Rating: Adult from here on out
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters and make no money from this, all glory to the BBC
Summary: The Doctor and Rose find it difficult to confront their changing relationship when constantly interrupted by alien threats. A story set during the latter part of Series 2.
Notes: Thank you so much from both of us to everyone who's read and commented so far, glad you're enjoying this! Part 3 is going up Tuesday, to give us all time to come down from our post PotD high.
Now linked over at unfolded73's LJ as well, go show her some love!
Part 1
"I'm sorry," Rose said again, and again the Doctor ignored her, marching purposefully back toward the TARDIS with his hands deep in his pockets. Rose struggled to keep up with him. "Well why didn't you just say red, then?"
"Because with two buckets, one blue and one not, I thought the instructions 'not blue' were pretty clear," he snapped, not looking at her. They finally reached the ship and he fumbled the key in the lock. Twice now. Twice in as many days he'd screwed up. First that poor woman, and now today he'd done it again. Rose was right - why hadn't he just said red? Now, there would have been an angry Hoix on the loose in London if it hadn't been captured out from under them by some military blokes in a black van. Which, now that he thought about it, had been a bit odd in and of itself.
"Well they're not," she continued, following him inside. "What're you gonna say the next time my mum gives you a haircut - 'Make it a not-long back and sides'?"
"As if I'm going to let your mother go at my hair again anyway; she practically took my ear off last time!" The ramp rattled under his feet, and he threw his overcoat onto one of the coral supports carelessly.
Rose was close on his heels. "There you go, insulting my mother again! You always fall back on that when you're losing an argument, d'you know that?"
"Losing an argument?" He whirled around to face her. "I'm not ... not in any way ... " Rose was fuming, spots of pink on her cheeks and eyes sparkling. She'd let her hair dry naturally, so it was slightly wavy, and she wore a blouse under her denim jacket that was unbuttoned down to her cleavage. It was ... distracting.
She put a hand on her hip. "Not what?"
The Doctor realized he was staring decidedly lower than her face and he looked up quickly. "What?"
She wrinkled her brow in confusion. "You didn't finish your sentence."
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to come up with a reasonable response. Should he resume the argument? Should he say something funny? Sexy? "You're right."
"What?"
"It was my fault. I should have said red." His eyes had settled on her mouth and his big Time Lord brain had settled on the idea of kissing her again. Perhaps followed by other things.
Rose looked more perplexed than ever. "Oh. Well, thanks." They watched each other for a beat. “I should have listened better, I guess. To what you told me to do.”
“Are you saying you'll do whatever I tell you?” His mouth had gone and gotten away from him again; where was this coming from?
She appeared only momentarily shocked. "Would now be a good time to talk about ... the thing?"
He raised one eyebrow. "The thing?"
"The sex thing."
"Ah ... that thing."
"I mean, I realize that I kissed you, but then you sort of ..." She waved her hand vaguely in the air.
"Escalated it?"
"Yes, exactly."
He took a step toward her. "Slid my tongue into your mouth? Undressed you?"
Rose flushed. "Yeah."
Another step. "Made love to you?" On one level, he couldn't believe what he was saying. On another, he felt like nothing he'd ever done was as perfectly sensible. He put a hand on her waist, keeping his eyes on hers. Rose nodded.
"Made you come?" he asked in a low whisper, his hearts hammering fast. To his surprise, Rose looked uncomfortable, and a little ashamed. She raised one shoulder in what he recognized to be a half-shrug which did nothing to reassure his ego. “Rose, what...?”
“I was nervous,” she blurted out, her eyes still not quite meeting his. “It wasn't exactly the most romantic situation, you know. I just...” She raised her arms as though this would somehow help her explain, then let them flop back down to her sides.
The Doctor's eyebrows shot up, his mouth dropped open as he understood. “You didn't have an orgasm,” he said softly. It wasn't a question.
Rose looked even more embarrassed. “Well I'm not going to apologize or anything. Like I said, I was nervous. I just always thought our first time would be special. A little less rushed.”
He couldn't help but quirk his lips in a smile at that. “Our first time?” His hand, which had relaxed on her waist, now tightened its grip again as he pulled her a few inches closer to him. Rose moaned, her eyes falling shut. The Doctor leaned in and kissed her gently, nipping at her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open. They kissed for several leisurely seconds, while he let his hand run up from her waist over the side of her breast and up to her neck.
“Hold on,” he said against her mouth before breaking their kiss and leaning back. She was a vision with her eyes closed, her lips parted and slightly reddened from so much attention. Her eyelids fluttered open. “So what was all that about, with 'Oh Doctor, yes, harder'?" His voice was barely more than a whisper but he still raised it a bit in imitation of hers and the now-questionable vocalization she'd done during their lovemaking.
Rose gave a wicked smile. “I didn't say I didn't enjoy it. It still...felt nice.”
The Doctor's forehead wrinkled. “Nice?” he repeated, his voice rising a register. “That was more than nice...that was...I don't know, how about something like earth-shattering or...or mind-blowing.” He was stammering with indignation. “Have I explained to you how long it's been since I had sexual intercourse, Rose Tyler? Nice?”
She looked even more devious, poking out that tongue as she looked up at him. “Well, maybe it was those things for you...”
“Oh, that is it.” And then he launched himself at her, arms tight around her and lips on hers, tongue in her mouth and hands sliding down to grip her arse. He moaned into her mouth as they stumbled backward and he hit the jumpseat with the back of his knees and sat down suddenly; Rose followed, climbing onto his lap and straddling his hips. His world narrowed to her deep, wet kisses and the warm skin of her waist under his hands and the feeling of her grinding against his suddenly raging erection. It was glorious.
"It wasn't because of the TARDIS," he murmured.
Rose didn't open her eyes. "What?" Her voice came out as a breathy sigh.
"I didn't have sex with you because I lost the TARDIS. And I don't regret it now that I have her back." He swallowed, letting the pads of his fingers caress the soft skin at the nape of her neck. "I had sex with you because I wanted you. Because I couldn't resist you any longer." She leaned down and kissed him again without answering, and he stopped talking.
"Bedroom," she gasped after a while, which at first he ignored as a needless delay in what was happening currently. Her blouse was unbuttoned, his fingers had just successfully dispatched the clasp of her bra, and he was reaping the rewards, tongue swiping over the nipple on one of her breasts. Eventually she pulled on his hair, disengaging him from her chest. "Bedroom," she repeated. "This chair does not look like a very comfortable place to shag."
"Right!" he said with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Bedroom!" She climbed off of him and he stood up in front of her, thrusting one finger in her face. “You, Rose Tyler, are due at least one orgasm, courtesy of your resident intergalactic space stud. That's me,” he added conspiratorially, and she stifled a giggle, holding out her hand.
“Come on, 'space stud'.”
They walked hand-in-hand to her bedroom, shooting almost bashful glances at each other as they went. It was obvious to the Doctor that this was quite different than seeking comfort from each other, and falling upon one another in desperation as they had on Krop-Tor. He had declared his intention to make love to Rose, again. Was he okay with that? To take this step from sex being Something That Happened Once to it being Something They Did? They stood at her door and she turned to step into his arms, brushing kisses just where his long neck disappeared into his shirt collar, and he decided that yes - he was very much okay with it.
Stumbling through the doorway, kissing, walking her backwards towards her bed, the Doctor was relieved that he hadn't led her to his own bedroom. He didn't have the very human worries of whether she'd find his room too messy or not sexy enough or something, but it would be rather off-putting to stumble over a broken hunk of geo-plasmic fusion casing or a pair of magnetic whirly tanks. Carefully, he finished removing her shirt and guided her back onto the bed. Without taking his eyes off of her, he took off his jacket and removed his tie, dropping them on the floor as she pulled off her shoes and socks, smiling up at him.
"Now," he said softly, moving over her, "this first time you imagined which we didn't have...how did it go?" He kissed his way down her neck and over her chest to again suckle gently at the nipple he'd been forced to relinquish in the console room.
She hummed and arched against him. "I don't know, just...slower, I guess?"
He released her nipple with a kiss, moving one hand down between her legs to cup her there at the juncture of her thighs. She was so warm, and she moved her hips, seeking more pressure from his fingers. "Too fast?" he murmured against her neck.
"Not fast enough," she growled, curling her fingers in his hair and kissing him deeply. "It's not our first time anymore, y'know," she breathed when they separated.
"True," he said, popping one button of her black trousers. "And if I recall..." The other button. "...I promised..." Lowering her zip. "...to make you come for me." Sliding his hand across her abdomen and under her knickers, over her hair and inside. They both sighed at the sensation. "Oh Rose," he groaned, sliding his fingers up between her lips and softly rubbing her clit. "You are ready to move this along, aren't you?"
She mewed her answer, her hips moving in time with his fingers. Inspired, he slid two digits inside of her, continuing to work her clit with his thumb. After moments of this, as she was beginning to pant and clutch at her pillow with one arm folded up over her head, he withdrew his hand. Staring at his glistening fingers for a moment, he opened his mouth and sucked the two of them that had been inside Rose, closing his eyes and moaning in delight. The whole of time and space at his disposal, and the Doctor could suddenly think of nowhere he wanted, needed to be so badly as with his mouth buried between Rose Tyler's thighs.
She lifted her hips to help him as he pulled her trousers and knickers down and off, sitting up as he turned to throw her clothing off the side of the bed and reaching for his trouser clasps. He gently removed her hands, kissing her as he did so. “Stop trying to distract me,” he whispered, guiding her onto her back again. “My sexual prowess has been called into question, remember?” His words were joking, but his voice was steamy, thick with promise and barely-restrained desire. Rose gave a shuddery sigh as she stilled, letting him part her legs and settle between them. Moving toward her, he let his lips brush the soft strip of her hair momentarily before spreading her sex with his fingers and tasting her.
It was a sensory overload - the tang of her under his tongue, her fingernails raking his scalp and the way her hips rocked against his mouth in time to his lapping and sucking. The Doctor was beginning to worry that he might spontaneously finish before Rose just from the pleasure of tasting her, and he focused his efforts, licking her clit with quick, broad swipes of his tongue as he slipped those same two fingers inside her again. She liked that, crying out and fisting her hand in his hair, holding him in place while she continued to move against his busy lips and tongue.
The Doctor heard bells ringing as he closed his eyes and continued to devour her. “Leave it,” Rose rasped, and he registered it was her mobile phone ringing.
“Whatever you say,” he mouthed against her, returning to his task with enthusiasm. She was close, he could taste it, and he increased the pace and pressure of his licking, eager to push her over that edge, to hear her scream for him.
And the bloody phone began ringing again seconds after it stopped.
Rose cursed and rolled away from him to grab the device. The Doctor noticed that her legs were still slightly parted as she lay back and flipped the phone open, and he considered picking up where he'd left off, though the only person who would be calling her would be...
“Mum!” She sat bolt upright, scooting away from him, and the Doctor tried not to pout. He felt dazed - no, drunk, and while he couldn't imagine what news Jackie had rung with, he was quite sure it was nowhere near as important as what he'd just been doing. He struggled to maintain his patience as they talked, going through a mental checklist of everything he would do once the call was ended: bring Rose to orgasm first, at least two or three times with his mouth and hands, then make love to her in every conceivable position and a few inconceivable ones. Then a rest, maybe a bite to eat...ooh! A bath! Perhaps sex in the bath, all warm and wet...did humans like sex in the bathtub? The Doctor had never tried it, but at this moment it sounded marvelous.
He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't realize Rose had hung up. He was just about to detail his frankly brilliant plans to her when he noticed she looked furious.
“Please tell me that whatever it is can wait,” he said.
Rose launched herself up off of the bed and made straight for her dresser. "It can't - Mum needs help."
"But ... I mean ..." The Doctor realized almost too late that protesting probably wouldn't do anything to make Rose think fondly of him. "Right! To Jackie's then!"
Rose was pulling on fresh clothes while he picked up his jacket and tie discarded on the floor. "You should get a different tie," she said, pointing at the one with swirly blue stripes that he held in his hand.
"You don't like this one?" That was a disappointing revelation; he'd thought it was quite fetching.
She grinned. "I like it too much. I can't be held responsible for what I might do to you in my mum's flat if you wear that tie."
He weighed for a moment the pleasurable prospect of what she might do with the chance of being caught by Jackie. "I'll get a different tie."
Part 3