Fic: DW/TW Porn Battle Jack/Rose, warmth
He’s a line of heat against her back. His hands are slick with bath oil, rubbing feeling back into her fingers, calluses made smooth by the water. Rose doesn’t care because she’s still cold-
It’s insane, the things they get into living in the TARDIS. Fighting an army of snowmen is one of them, and she thought earlier, before she was knocked into the snow drift, you can’t make up stuff this good.
Jack rubs his hands across her stomach, slow, and she tips her face into the side of his neck. He’s sweating, she notices, and asking her something.
“Yeah?” She guesses, listens to him chuckle, feels his voice through his chest where they’re touching.
“Think you’re out of danger of frostbite?” Jack asks, and she’s glad she’s got her face tipped down where he can’t see her clever, clever smile.
“N-no.” She throws the chattery teeth in for good measure. “I can’t feel my legs… Or my shoulders.”
“Don’t worry.” Jack tells her, hands already smoothing across her shoulders, hot and warm and oh so right. “I’ll take care of you.”
If only every bath was this good.