Fic: Sentire (3/9)
Title: Sentire (3/9)
Author: Ella Jane
Characters: Nine/Rose, Jack
Chapter Rating: R
Series Rating: NC-17
Timeline: AU from The Doctor Dances
A/N: Here's where minds start falling toward the gutter. If I could, I'd buy invisible_lift a ticket to 27th century London, as he was as cheerful and patient a beta as ever there was. As always, feedback is cupcakes. Enjoy, and thank you for reading!
Bonus A/N: The next part will NOT be Part Four! *evil grin* (It'll be okay, I promise.)
PSA: Light text on a dark background can make some eyes very cranky. Click here to view the entry in your own LJ format.
x-posted to
dwfiction,
time_and_chips, and
better_with_3, and archived at Teaspoon.
part one | part two
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sentire: (L.) experience, feel, perceive, see, think, realize, understand.
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They moved together slowly to the thumping music, hyper-aware of every motion, every point of contact, every source of heat and pressure. Completely unaware of those sharing the floor with them, though most of the other dancers were similarly engaged. Such was the nature of dance clubs in the 27th century.
Jack's hands moved up and over Rose's spine, skimming over the skin laid bare by her sheer, low-backed blouse. His head bowed over hers as they swayed back and forth; he tried to catch her mouth with his, but she coyly denied him. Every time his lips got close, she'd lower her chin, turn her body, make some motion that prevented him from fully kissing her. When she'd finally turn back, he'd find her eyes sparking and her mouth quirked up at one corner.
She was playing with him, and he tried to outmaneuver her. He'd move quickly, but she was quicker. If his hand went to her jaw to hold her head in place, she'd grasp his wrist and pull it down, sliding it over her collarbone to cover her breast, and he'd forget what he'd been trying to do.
Until he'd had enough. Without warning, Jack gripped her waist and propelled her backwards, into a padded column alongside the dance floor. He seized the opportunity present in her moment of confusion to finally capture her unguarded mouth. His head swam as he tasted her for the first time, sweet and hot and so full of life. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, angling her head so he could delve deeper into her, for what felt like hours. He pulled back only when he started noticing the actual lack of oxygen.
He opened his eyes as he breathed heavily, feeling an admittedly smug sense of satisfaction at the flush in her cheeks, the glaze in her eyes, the hitch in her breath, all things he had done to her. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?"
Rose let a short laugh escape even as she gasped for air. "Since, maybe, the second I landed in your arms?"
Jack pressed his forehead into hers and nodded.
"The same for me..." She barely had time to get the words out before his mouth was on hers again. Now his hips thrust forward, matching the movement of his tongue, the evidence of his attraction obvious. She moaned into his mouth and tried to straddle his thigh, desperate for friction.
As Jack moved his lips down her throat, Rose lifted her eyes over his shoulder and, almost without thinking, sought the Doctor. She found him leaning against another nearby column, watching them intently through a throng of bodies writhing on the dance floor. The look in his eyes was inscrutable as always, but she lifted her arm from Jack's back and held it out. She watched him move toward them, slowly dodging the other dancers with particular grace.
Moments later, the Doctor's hand caught her wrist, lowering her arm as he slowly stroked it, his fingertips brushing lightly along the inside of her elbow to her upper arm, then back down again. She closed her eyes again at the sensation when the Doctor, having returned to her wrist, brought it sharply to the column, over her head. The sudden movement caused her eyes to fly open and lock with his. The Doctor's other hand gripped Jack's waist, and he pressed the length of his body against him, leaning over Jack's right shoulder to capture Rose's mouth. Jack's eyes fell closed as he leaned his head to the left, savoring the feeling of a long, hard body against his back and the soft, sweet one against his front, both of them moving into him in all the right places.
Soon, far too soon, he had to put a stop to it. "Yeah, okay," Jack said finally, his voice sounding odd and strangled. "I, for one, need to get out of here before I become very, very grateful that I'm wearing dark trousers." With a deep breath he slid to the side, a defeated groan escaping his throat as he felt every cell in his body protest the loss of contact. He looked at each of his companions with dark eyes and a passionate smile as he reached a hand to each of them. "Shall we?"
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The walk back to the TARDIS was quick and quiet, the Doctor leading the way with Rose and Jack following, side by side, afraid to touch, afraid to speak, afraid to so much as look at each other for fear they'd give in to the urge to fuck each other senseless, right there in the middle of a dark street in 2655 London. So they walked, purposefully, stridently, struggling to breathe evenly, their eyes fixed to the back of the Doctor's black jacket.
They stood behind the Doctor with eager impatience as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, standing aside to let his companions enter first. Rose hadn't taken three steps before Jack's hand was on her elbow, spinning her back into his arms to cover her mouth with his. Rose moaned at the contact and brought her hands up to fist in his hair as she leaned against him, pressing him into the railing.
The Doctor pulled the door closed and stood behind them for a moment, then gently cleared his throat. "You two. Can we at least move this out of the console room?" He grinned as he moved past them, a spark in his eyes. "Follow me."
Jack and Rose broke apart reluctantly, straightening their clothing like teenagers as the Doctor led them down the hall to a room neither one had seen before. It was a huge bedroom suite, larger than any of their individual bedrooms. There was a bed, of course, a big, incredibly inviting bed, along one wall. Several armchairs and a chaise lounge also furnished the room, and there was a wet bar complete with refrigerator in one corner. Along the wall opposite the bed were floor to ceiling windows, which currently showed a starry night sky. Everything about the room was warm and comfortable and convenient, such that they could, conceivably, stay in it for days. It was to be their room, theirs, collectively.
Rose looked around the room with wide eyes. She turned a full circle, taking in every detail, and ended up looking back toward the room's entrance, where she saw Jack, leaning against the doorway, watching her intently. He seemed to be waiting for something.
She turned to the Doctor, suddenly uncertain. Conversation about what they were about to do was one thing, but now that the moment was here, she found she needed reassurance. She would not indulge her sexual curiosity on a whim, at the risk of damaging their relationship, damaging him. Her arms reached for his waist as she stepped into him, leaning her mouth up to his, kissing him slowly, thoroughly, and questioningly.
The Doctor gently ended Rose's kiss and pulled away, reaching up to frame her face in his hands. "Rose," he whispered, "there is nothing to worry about. I'd tell you if I didn't want to do this, or if I didn't want you to do this." He kissed her again now, trying to reassure her with his mouth, then pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, "I'd tell you. I promise."
He grinned and let go of her, moving his hands to his own jacket and beginning to pull it off. He jerked his head behind him, in the direction of Jack, still in the doorway. "Now get him in here, eh?"
Rose smiled as the Doctor moved past her, and she looked up at Jack. He regarded her kindly, but seriously, as he spoke. "I want you to be sure, Rose. You need to be absolutely sure."
"I know," Rose said, nodding. She reached for his hand. "I am."
She held his gaze with fiery eyes as she pulled him into the room.
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end of part three
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interlude
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Author: Ella Jane
Characters: Nine/Rose, Jack
Chapter Rating: R
Series Rating: NC-17
Timeline: AU from The Doctor Dances
A/N: Here's where minds start falling toward the gutter. If I could, I'd buy invisible_lift a ticket to 27th century London, as he was as cheerful and patient a beta as ever there was. As always, feedback is cupcakes. Enjoy, and thank you for reading!
Bonus A/N: The next part will NOT be Part Four! *evil grin* (It'll be okay, I promise.)
PSA: Light text on a dark background can make some eyes very cranky. Click here to view the entry in your own LJ format.
x-posted to
dwfiction,
time_and_chips, and
better_with_3, and archived at Teaspoon.
part one | part two
* * * * * * *
sentire: (L.) experience, feel, perceive, see, think, realize, understand.
* * * * * * *
They moved together slowly to the thumping music, hyper-aware of every motion, every point of contact, every source of heat and pressure. Completely unaware of those sharing the floor with them, though most of the other dancers were similarly engaged. Such was the nature of dance clubs in the 27th century.
Jack's hands moved up and over Rose's spine, skimming over the skin laid bare by her sheer, low-backed blouse. His head bowed over hers as they swayed back and forth; he tried to catch her mouth with his, but she coyly denied him. Every time his lips got close, she'd lower her chin, turn her body, make some motion that prevented him from fully kissing her. When she'd finally turn back, he'd find her eyes sparking and her mouth quirked up at one corner.
She was playing with him, and he tried to outmaneuver her. He'd move quickly, but she was quicker. If his hand went to her jaw to hold her head in place, she'd grasp his wrist and pull it down, sliding it over her collarbone to cover her breast, and he'd forget what he'd been trying to do.
Until he'd had enough. Without warning, Jack gripped her waist and propelled her backwards, into a padded column alongside the dance floor. He seized the opportunity present in her moment of confusion to finally capture her unguarded mouth. His head swam as he tasted her for the first time, sweet and hot and so full of life. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, angling her head so he could delve deeper into her, for what felt like hours. He pulled back only when he started noticing the actual lack of oxygen.
He opened his eyes as he breathed heavily, feeling an admittedly smug sense of satisfaction at the flush in her cheeks, the glaze in her eyes, the hitch in her breath, all things he had done to her. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?"
Rose let a short laugh escape even as she gasped for air. "Since, maybe, the second I landed in your arms?"
Jack pressed his forehead into hers and nodded.
"The same for me..." She barely had time to get the words out before his mouth was on hers again. Now his hips thrust forward, matching the movement of his tongue, the evidence of his attraction obvious. She moaned into his mouth and tried to straddle his thigh, desperate for friction.
As Jack moved his lips down her throat, Rose lifted her eyes over his shoulder and, almost without thinking, sought the Doctor. She found him leaning against another nearby column, watching them intently through a throng of bodies writhing on the dance floor. The look in his eyes was inscrutable as always, but she lifted her arm from Jack's back and held it out. She watched him move toward them, slowly dodging the other dancers with particular grace.
Moments later, the Doctor's hand caught her wrist, lowering her arm as he slowly stroked it, his fingertips brushing lightly along the inside of her elbow to her upper arm, then back down again. She closed her eyes again at the sensation when the Doctor, having returned to her wrist, brought it sharply to the column, over her head. The sudden movement caused her eyes to fly open and lock with his. The Doctor's other hand gripped Jack's waist, and he pressed the length of his body against him, leaning over Jack's right shoulder to capture Rose's mouth. Jack's eyes fell closed as he leaned his head to the left, savoring the feeling of a long, hard body against his back and the soft, sweet one against his front, both of them moving into him in all the right places.
Soon, far too soon, he had to put a stop to it. "Yeah, okay," Jack said finally, his voice sounding odd and strangled. "I, for one, need to get out of here before I become very, very grateful that I'm wearing dark trousers." With a deep breath he slid to the side, a defeated groan escaping his throat as he felt every cell in his body protest the loss of contact. He looked at each of his companions with dark eyes and a passionate smile as he reached a hand to each of them. "Shall we?"
* * * * * * *
The walk back to the TARDIS was quick and quiet, the Doctor leading the way with Rose and Jack following, side by side, afraid to touch, afraid to speak, afraid to so much as look at each other for fear they'd give in to the urge to fuck each other senseless, right there in the middle of a dark street in 2655 London. So they walked, purposefully, stridently, struggling to breathe evenly, their eyes fixed to the back of the Doctor's black jacket.
They stood behind the Doctor with eager impatience as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, standing aside to let his companions enter first. Rose hadn't taken three steps before Jack's hand was on her elbow, spinning her back into his arms to cover her mouth with his. Rose moaned at the contact and brought her hands up to fist in his hair as she leaned against him, pressing him into the railing.
The Doctor pulled the door closed and stood behind them for a moment, then gently cleared his throat. "You two. Can we at least move this out of the console room?" He grinned as he moved past them, a spark in his eyes. "Follow me."
Jack and Rose broke apart reluctantly, straightening their clothing like teenagers as the Doctor led them down the hall to a room neither one had seen before. It was a huge bedroom suite, larger than any of their individual bedrooms. There was a bed, of course, a big, incredibly inviting bed, along one wall. Several armchairs and a chaise lounge also furnished the room, and there was a wet bar complete with refrigerator in one corner. Along the wall opposite the bed were floor to ceiling windows, which currently showed a starry night sky. Everything about the room was warm and comfortable and convenient, such that they could, conceivably, stay in it for days. It was to be their room, theirs, collectively.
Rose looked around the room with wide eyes. She turned a full circle, taking in every detail, and ended up looking back toward the room's entrance, where she saw Jack, leaning against the doorway, watching her intently. He seemed to be waiting for something.
She turned to the Doctor, suddenly uncertain. Conversation about what they were about to do was one thing, but now that the moment was here, she found she needed reassurance. She would not indulge her sexual curiosity on a whim, at the risk of damaging their relationship, damaging him. Her arms reached for his waist as she stepped into him, leaning her mouth up to his, kissing him slowly, thoroughly, and questioningly.
The Doctor gently ended Rose's kiss and pulled away, reaching up to frame her face in his hands. "Rose," he whispered, "there is nothing to worry about. I'd tell you if I didn't want to do this, or if I didn't want you to do this." He kissed her again now, trying to reassure her with his mouth, then pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, "I'd tell you. I promise."
He grinned and let go of her, moving his hands to his own jacket and beginning to pull it off. He jerked his head behind him, in the direction of Jack, still in the doorway. "Now get him in here, eh?"
Rose smiled as the Doctor moved past her, and she looked up at Jack. He regarded her kindly, but seriously, as he spoke. "I want you to be sure, Rose. You need to be absolutely sure."
"I know," Rose said, nodding. She reached for his hand. "I am."
She held his gaze with fiery eyes as she pulled him into the room.
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end of part three
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interlude
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