Ten/Jack/Rose, fearfatchickengirlJanuary 28 2008, 19:48:20 UTC
As Jack stretched toward Rose the Doctor clinging on to her from behind. He saw it for a second; fear. Fear of losing the Doctor, himself again, that somehow this would be the one and only time. He swung an arm around them settling it on the Doctors arse and kissed Rose deep and slow. So she couldn't look into his eyes and see the fear reflected right back.
Six/Peri, ControlfinmagikJanuary 28 2008, 22:47:39 UTC
The Doctor always had to be in control. He always had to have his way. They had to go where he wanted, do what he wanted. This annoyed Peri more then anything. Now, she was on her knees in front of him. His hands on her head. His cock in her mouth. Every lick, every flick of her tongue elicited a moan or gasp. It felt good to be in control.
Nine/Jack, drinkmirroristeJanuary 29 2008, 00:54:05 UTC
When Jack had asked him if he could buy him a drink, the Doctor never expected to find himself flat on his back with Jack running his tongue down his chest and stomach.
When the Doctor has turned him down for said drink, Jack hadn't expected it either.
Somehow, with a mixture of Rose being out with Mickey during another pit stop and Jack's persistence, Jack had gotten his way. He had started at the time lord's lips, then moving to nipping at his ear as he tipped the glass over his stomach. He had then traced the muscles in the Doctor's neck with his tongue down to the trail of alcohol, drinking it up like it was his key to eternity.
As Jack lapped the gin from the Doctor's stomach and continued downwards, he couldn't help but grin in satisfaction.
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Here would be some hot timelord/immortal porn if I'd managed to write it.
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This had to be forever. Nothing else would do.
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When the Doctor has turned him down for said drink, Jack hadn't expected it either.
Somehow, with a mixture of Rose being out with Mickey during another pit stop and Jack's persistence, Jack had gotten his way. He had started at the time lord's lips, then moving to nipping at his ear as he tipped the glass over his stomach. He had then traced the muscles in the Doctor's neck with his tongue down to the trail of alcohol, drinking it up like it was his key to eternity.
As Jack lapped the gin from the Doctor's stomach and continued downwards, he couldn't help but grin in satisfaction.
He always did get his way, after all.
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