Support Stacie Ficlet,, "A Good Reality"-- for wendymr
Title: A Good Reality
Author: ladychi
Beta Babe: momdaegmorgan, Queen of Late Night Smut
Rating: Adult, very Adult
Summary: I can't even summarize this. It's just porn. Written for wendymr as a thank-you for her bid(s) on the Support Stacie auction. 1462 words.
Warning: Threesome, Slash. Jack/Nine/Rose
A Good Reality
Rose stood contemplating the scene before her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. The Doctor and Jack lay under the console, the lower halves of their bodies spread out on the floor at her feet. The green of the Doctor's jumper rose up to expose one hip bone. His body twisted about as he worked his way deeper into the console. Jack, sensing Rose's presence, slid out from beneath the console, flat on his back on a glorified scooter.
“Rosie! Good morning!”
She dropped to her knees, sliding her hand under his t-shirt and stroking his stomach as she kissed him, feeling the hardness of his abdomen. “Good morning, Jack.”
“I'll say,” he said with a quickly expelled breath. “What was that for?”
“Good dream,” she replied. “Really good dream. You and the Doctor and this scooter thing were...” She shivered.
Jack half-sat up, drawing her over him so that she was straddling him on the scooter, her jeans rubbing deliciously against his building erection. “Doing what?”
“Kissing and touching,” Rose whispered, blushing.
“Like this?” The voice of the Doctor half startled her, as he shot out from underneath the console on a similar device and turned his head, catching Jack's mouth in a powerful kiss.
A shot of lust went straight through Rose as she watched her lovers kiss. It was always about dominance with them. Even the easy, lusty kisses were about who was fucking who, who could be the man - and they submitted in turn. This time they moved their jaws furiously, until the Doctor's hand cupped Jack's cheek and he turned slightly. Jack made an indescribable sound - a sound that signalled his willingness to be the focus of their attention.
Rose dropped her lips to his neck, kissing his pulse point and then nipping it with careful teeth while the Doctor continued his exploration of Jack's mouth - gentle now that they'd settled into a rhythm.
Rocking back deliberately with her hips, Rose brushed her bum over the tent in Jack's trousers, chuckling at the groan she drew from him. Pushing the hem of his t-shirt up, she dragged her palms along the side of his stomach and bent down, licking a nipple and then drawing it into her mouth, sucking it with the powerful but gentle pressure she knew Jack loved.
The Doctor slid off his scooter and moved to Rose's side, tugging gently up on Jack's t-shirt as well until it was over his head and tossed to the floor. Then, side by side, they swirled their tongues around Jack's nipples in infuriatingly different rhythms and speeds. Jack squirmed, gasping under their attention until Rose and the Doctor caught each other's eyes and quickly moved down, their tongues weaving back and forth down his stomach in a figure-eight pattern until they reached his navel.
Rose laid a possessive hand over Jack's zipper and tilted her face up so the Doctor could kiss her for the first time. His tongue was slightly cool against hers, his lips chapped, and his taste so perfectly him as it mingled with the salt and distinctive flavor of Jack.
“Yes,” Jack hissed, sitting up and sliding off the scooter, pushing it to the corner of the room. Rose and the Doctor broke away from each other and looked at him. “That is so...” He broke off, unable to find the words, and turned to the Doctor instead. “Rose.”
“Yes.”
They turned to her, and Rose felt her stomach flip in that way it only did when she was the sole object of her two powerful lovers' attention. The Doctor pushed gently on her shoulder until she lay on the floor, heedless of the grating beneath her. He lifted her skirt and pushed aside her knickers, breathing in her scent.
“I love,” he said huskily, “the way you taste.”
His tongue nipped out - so quick she had no time to brace herself against the pleasure - and traced her, from the top of her folds downwards, lingering briefly around her center.
“Let me,” said Jack, and the Doctor turned on his side to give Jack room as he swirled his tongue around her sex, plunging in just a bit, and then darting back out.
“Knickers off, Rose,” the Doctor told her impatiently, tossing his leather jacket and jumper to the side and hastily undoing his zip. Rose quickly pushed her skirt and knickers down as Jack got rid of his trousers and pants in one smooth movement.
“Your turn,” Rose said, and beckoned to him. They joined together in a kiss, Rose opening her legs and blatantly rubbing herself against his clothed thighs. His nostrils flared. She knew his sense of smell was much more acute than her own. Jack wrapped himself around the Doctor, kissing his neck as Rose undulated underneath him, teasing herself into a frenzy.
The Doctor paused and lifted himself away from Rose, who dipped a hand inside her folds, continuing to tease herself as he gave his attention to Jack, The two men kissed, the Doctor pushing his tongue into Jack's mouth as his hand gripped Jack's cock, pumping it slowly, so slowly Jack moaned into the kiss, his hips jerking in an effort to persuade the Doctor to move faster. But the Doctor wouldn't yield. Jack's head fell back and his mouth opened in a groan of pleasure and frustration.
Rose sat up, pushing the Doctor's pants down and studying him as his erection sprung free. He was thick, heavy and large, tasted like nothing else in the universe. Rose could feel her mouth water and her insides spasm, longing to be filled with his solid length. Instead, she opened her lips and took him inside.
The Doctor gave a surprised shout, his eyes nearly crossing at the way Rose clamped down on him, her teeth resting lightly at the edge of his tip. Her tongue whirled around him and she pulled a little, as if encouraging him to grow. His hand faltered in his torture of Jack and she took him deeper, her hand caressing his balls, squeezing them gently.
He looked at Jack, who was glassy-eyed and open-jawed at the sight in front of him. The Doctor grinned. “Do you wish this was you, Jack? She's fantastic, you know.”
“Oh God,” Jack moaned, his hips twitching in the Doctor's firm hand.
“It feels like nothing else. Warm and wet...” the Doctor shuddered. “I'm going to come inside that pretty, beautiful little mouth, Rose.”
She released him with a pop. “And I'm going to take every bit of it.”
Jack shouted, his come spurting all over the Doctor's hand and thigh. He fell forward onto his hands, watching through half-lidded eyes as Rose returned her attention to the Doctor.
She braced her hands on the Doctor's thigh and opened her throat, suckling on him deeply. His hands buried themselves in her hair, and though he tried not to pressure her, she took him just a little bit further inside and then clamped down.
The Doctor jetted inside her mouth, his come hitting the back of her throat, almost making her gag, but she swallowed all that she could, breaking away and wiping the excess from her mouth.
“Fuck me,” Jack muttered, dazed.
“Yes, please,” Rose said. “My turn.”
They both stared at her for a long moment before moving towards her, sated and calm. They reminded her of two large, predatory cats, with their innate grace. She laid back on the floor, legs spread wide, heart hammering in her chest.
“See how wet she is,” Jack said to the Doctor. “It's running down her thigh.”
“We can't have that,” the Doctor muttered and bent, licking the trail of moisture to her center.
While the Doctor licked the inside of her thighs, Jack philosophically laid himself next to Rose, caressing her breasts gently and nipping at her throat.
The Doctor slid a finger inside of her, his tongue kissing the juncture between her thighs and her folds. Rose arched up, but Jack pushed her down with a firm hand on her stomach. “Take it, love. Take it all.”
Another finger. Rose felt her vision go white and her chest tighten. “Doctor...”
“One more.” Three fingers inside of her now. Three impossibly thick, firm and powerful fingers, and it was more than she could take when one of them curled up in just the right way.
She exploded, arching up and pumping her hips as Jack kissed her and the Doctor licked at her, wiping away every trace of moisture as though he was a thirsty man who hadn't had a drink in days.
When they finally broke apart, they laid side by side, staring up at the ceiling of the console room.
“Well,” said the Doctor. “That was...”
“Yeah,” said Jack.
“Good dream,” Rose muttered. “Much better reality.”
Author: ladychi
Beta Babe: momdaegmorgan, Queen of Late Night Smut
Rating: Adult, very Adult
Summary: I can't even summarize this. It's just porn. Written for wendymr as a thank-you for her bid(s) on the Support Stacie auction. 1462 words.
Warning: Threesome, Slash. Jack/Nine/Rose
A Good Reality
Rose stood contemplating the scene before her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. The Doctor and Jack lay under the console, the lower halves of their bodies spread out on the floor at her feet. The green of the Doctor's jumper rose up to expose one hip bone. His body twisted about as he worked his way deeper into the console. Jack, sensing Rose's presence, slid out from beneath the console, flat on his back on a glorified scooter.
“Rosie! Good morning!”
She dropped to her knees, sliding her hand under his t-shirt and stroking his stomach as she kissed him, feeling the hardness of his abdomen. “Good morning, Jack.”
“I'll say,” he said with a quickly expelled breath. “What was that for?”
“Good dream,” she replied. “Really good dream. You and the Doctor and this scooter thing were...” She shivered.
Jack half-sat up, drawing her over him so that she was straddling him on the scooter, her jeans rubbing deliciously against his building erection. “Doing what?”
“Kissing and touching,” Rose whispered, blushing.
“Like this?” The voice of the Doctor half startled her, as he shot out from underneath the console on a similar device and turned his head, catching Jack's mouth in a powerful kiss.
A shot of lust went straight through Rose as she watched her lovers kiss. It was always about dominance with them. Even the easy, lusty kisses were about who was fucking who, who could be the man - and they submitted in turn. This time they moved their jaws furiously, until the Doctor's hand cupped Jack's cheek and he turned slightly. Jack made an indescribable sound - a sound that signalled his willingness to be the focus of their attention.
Rose dropped her lips to his neck, kissing his pulse point and then nipping it with careful teeth while the Doctor continued his exploration of Jack's mouth - gentle now that they'd settled into a rhythm.
Rocking back deliberately with her hips, Rose brushed her bum over the tent in Jack's trousers, chuckling at the groan she drew from him. Pushing the hem of his t-shirt up, she dragged her palms along the side of his stomach and bent down, licking a nipple and then drawing it into her mouth, sucking it with the powerful but gentle pressure she knew Jack loved.
The Doctor slid off his scooter and moved to Rose's side, tugging gently up on Jack's t-shirt as well until it was over his head and tossed to the floor. Then, side by side, they swirled their tongues around Jack's nipples in infuriatingly different rhythms and speeds. Jack squirmed, gasping under their attention until Rose and the Doctor caught each other's eyes and quickly moved down, their tongues weaving back and forth down his stomach in a figure-eight pattern until they reached his navel.
Rose laid a possessive hand over Jack's zipper and tilted her face up so the Doctor could kiss her for the first time. His tongue was slightly cool against hers, his lips chapped, and his taste so perfectly him as it mingled with the salt and distinctive flavor of Jack.
“Yes,” Jack hissed, sitting up and sliding off the scooter, pushing it to the corner of the room. Rose and the Doctor broke away from each other and looked at him. “That is so...” He broke off, unable to find the words, and turned to the Doctor instead. “Rose.”
“Yes.”
They turned to her, and Rose felt her stomach flip in that way it only did when she was the sole object of her two powerful lovers' attention. The Doctor pushed gently on her shoulder until she lay on the floor, heedless of the grating beneath her. He lifted her skirt and pushed aside her knickers, breathing in her scent.
“I love,” he said huskily, “the way you taste.”
His tongue nipped out - so quick she had no time to brace herself against the pleasure - and traced her, from the top of her folds downwards, lingering briefly around her center.
“Let me,” said Jack, and the Doctor turned on his side to give Jack room as he swirled his tongue around her sex, plunging in just a bit, and then darting back out.
“Knickers off, Rose,” the Doctor told her impatiently, tossing his leather jacket and jumper to the side and hastily undoing his zip. Rose quickly pushed her skirt and knickers down as Jack got rid of his trousers and pants in one smooth movement.
“Your turn,” Rose said, and beckoned to him. They joined together in a kiss, Rose opening her legs and blatantly rubbing herself against his clothed thighs. His nostrils flared. She knew his sense of smell was much more acute than her own. Jack wrapped himself around the Doctor, kissing his neck as Rose undulated underneath him, teasing herself into a frenzy.
The Doctor paused and lifted himself away from Rose, who dipped a hand inside her folds, continuing to tease herself as he gave his attention to Jack, The two men kissed, the Doctor pushing his tongue into Jack's mouth as his hand gripped Jack's cock, pumping it slowly, so slowly Jack moaned into the kiss, his hips jerking in an effort to persuade the Doctor to move faster. But the Doctor wouldn't yield. Jack's head fell back and his mouth opened in a groan of pleasure and frustration.
Rose sat up, pushing the Doctor's pants down and studying him as his erection sprung free. He was thick, heavy and large, tasted like nothing else in the universe. Rose could feel her mouth water and her insides spasm, longing to be filled with his solid length. Instead, she opened her lips and took him inside.
The Doctor gave a surprised shout, his eyes nearly crossing at the way Rose clamped down on him, her teeth resting lightly at the edge of his tip. Her tongue whirled around him and she pulled a little, as if encouraging him to grow. His hand faltered in his torture of Jack and she took him deeper, her hand caressing his balls, squeezing them gently.
He looked at Jack, who was glassy-eyed and open-jawed at the sight in front of him. The Doctor grinned. “Do you wish this was you, Jack? She's fantastic, you know.”
“Oh God,” Jack moaned, his hips twitching in the Doctor's firm hand.
“It feels like nothing else. Warm and wet...” the Doctor shuddered. “I'm going to come inside that pretty, beautiful little mouth, Rose.”
She released him with a pop. “And I'm going to take every bit of it.”
Jack shouted, his come spurting all over the Doctor's hand and thigh. He fell forward onto his hands, watching through half-lidded eyes as Rose returned her attention to the Doctor.
She braced her hands on the Doctor's thigh and opened her throat, suckling on him deeply. His hands buried themselves in her hair, and though he tried not to pressure her, she took him just a little bit further inside and then clamped down.
The Doctor jetted inside her mouth, his come hitting the back of her throat, almost making her gag, but she swallowed all that she could, breaking away and wiping the excess from her mouth.
“Fuck me,” Jack muttered, dazed.
“Yes, please,” Rose said. “My turn.”
They both stared at her for a long moment before moving towards her, sated and calm. They reminded her of two large, predatory cats, with their innate grace. She laid back on the floor, legs spread wide, heart hammering in her chest.
“See how wet she is,” Jack said to the Doctor. “It's running down her thigh.”
“We can't have that,” the Doctor muttered and bent, licking the trail of moisture to her center.
While the Doctor licked the inside of her thighs, Jack philosophically laid himself next to Rose, caressing her breasts gently and nipping at her throat.
The Doctor slid a finger inside of her, his tongue kissing the juncture between her thighs and her folds. Rose arched up, but Jack pushed her down with a firm hand on her stomach. “Take it, love. Take it all.”
Another finger. Rose felt her vision go white and her chest tighten. “Doctor...”
“One more.” Three fingers inside of her now. Three impossibly thick, firm and powerful fingers, and it was more than she could take when one of them curled up in just the right way.
She exploded, arching up and pumping her hips as Jack kissed her and the Doctor licked at her, wiping away every trace of moisture as though he was a thirsty man who hadn't had a drink in days.
When they finally broke apart, they laid side by side, staring up at the ceiling of the console room.
“Well,” said the Doctor. “That was...”
“Yeah,” said Jack.
“Good dream,” Rose muttered. “Much better reality.”