OT3 Ficathon fic - An Interesting Evening (for dameruth)
(for dameruth in the OT3 Ficathon)
Cross-posted in better_with_3
Title: An Interesting Evening
Author: tardismate
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose/Jack
Rating: Adult.
Summary: She reflects on the day they had just had.
Disclaimer: Nine, Rose, and Jack are not mine. Worse luck...I could have me some fun! I'll put 'em back when I'm done... although they may be just a little the worse for wear *grins*
Author's Notes: God bless a horny Nine muse - and the possible continuation of this fic *smirks*
Written for dameruth in the OT3 Ficathon. (Sorry it's late, hon) With thanks to wendymr for the time extension. Also posted at my lj tardismate
My Prompt: 8: A: The Doctor (either Nine or Ten, author's choice), Rose, Jack and the TARDIS; Rose and the TARDIS collaborate on a fun surprise for the boys, to the Doctor's consternation. Do not want: babyfic.
Rose relaxed as she stretched, then rested her head in the Doctor’s lap. He had discarded his leather jacket when she complained that it wasn’t comfortable to lie against, and now all she could smell was his own unique fragrance, mixed with the warm woolly scent of his navy blue jumper. Her feet were across Jack’s thighs, his thumbs absently stroking the arch of one foot as they all watched a re-run of an old earth show made in the early 21st century about a notorious serial womaniser. Both men had their booted feet resting on the small coffee table that graced this part of the Tardis library, the room slowly warming thanks to the roaring fire in the fireplace.
As she watched the dancing light of the flames on her two companions, Rose reflected on the day.
It had started just like any other day on the Tardis, with lots of bumping and falling against the grating on landing. Nothing new in that, she had thought, rubbing her sore posterior. She had caught both the Doctor and Jack watching as she did, grinning when both men looked somewhat flustered at being caught; the Doctor doing his favourite ‘I-wasn’t-looking-at-my-companions-gorgeous-little-arse-at-all’ look, whilst Jack just grinned back and winked. She shook her head as she smiled; one day they would both pay for those looks...but for now that would have to wait. Team Tardis had a job to do.
Fifteen hours later, they had all staggered exhaustedly back through the welcoming blue doors after a day spent splodging through the violet and emerald green marshes of this dank, cold planet, searching for the anomalous signal they had picked up; only to find that the creature they were looking for had turned the tables on them and was now following them. The Xzealoget was a sneaky carnivore, and had been hunting the local villagers whenever they had strayed too far from their huts. They, in turn, had been hunting anything that wasn’t their own species, and so Rose, Jack and the Doctor had been hunted by both the Xzealoget, and the locals. This eventually gave them cause for concern as they were shepherded at spearpoint into the main part of the little village by the raiding party that had chanced upon them, the Doctor remonstrating with their leader. Again, nothing new there. Until they had spotted her hair. Apparently, yellow was a colour not often seen on this planet, and it was, according to the local headman, or shaman, or whatever he was, the epitome of evilness and promiscuity. This had lead to her being dragged away from the main clearing, to a much smaller one containing what appeared to be an altar of some description.
She could hear both of her men arguing that she wasn’t a concubine or any such subservient female as the locals tied her to the rings at each corner of the stone slab and left her, grinning and gibbering at her curses of their manhood. Her arms were aching, and her eyes closed as she reflected that this was not how she had imagined her life would end, when she felt a warm puff of air against her cheek and the low whisper of the Doctor’s voice as he freed her arms. Jack was equally busy untying her ankles, and chuckled when he felt her shiver; unable to suppress her reaction to the nearness of the Doctor’s mouth. She really was going to have to teach them both a lesson, as she grabbed both hands proffered to her and stood up. They had run all the way back to the Tardis, the locals hot on their heels, not happy at being duped by the trio. Their flight had been abruptly halted by an orange lump of fur launching itself at their pursuers, sensing a fun chase followed by a substantial meal. The Doctor, as usual, had whipped out the sonic, and aiming it at the weird-looking furry object, had pronounced that it was what they had been looking for. Rose managed to distract it while Jack, in turn, had aimed his vortex manipulator at it, zapping it with his transmat and sending it back to it’s home planet.
Now she thought about it, the locals had given her quite an interesting idea...but how could she persuade the two blokes currently sharing the sofa with her that it would be enjoyable for all concerned. She sighed and squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep for a little while, when a nudge against her ear alerted her to an...interesting, - yes that was definitely the right word- reaction happening under her. The hum inside her head intensified, and she realised that the Tardis was trying to communicate her amusement to her. She smirked, and decided to enlist the help of the only sentient being who could bring her little idea to life. She stretched, cat-like, enjoying the appreciation of her movements from the man at her feet, and the slight twitch of the lap under her head, she moved to stand, ignoring the murmurs of disapproval at her leaving them.
“Just gonna make a cuppa. You two want one?”
As they each grunted their approval of her idea, she almost ran from the room and into the kitchen. In here, she could have a private conversation with her new co-conspirator.
As her little human offered up her idea, the Tardis’s lights flickered in mirth at the violent reaction this plan would invoke in her Timelord, and the enthusiastic welcome to it her other human occupant would display. She hummed intensely for a moment whilst she put the initial stages of the plan in motion, causing said Timelord to loudly enquire just what the hell was going on in the kitchen.
Rose had to suppress a chuckle as the Tardis blew a raspberry in her head...which obviously had been the Doctor’s mental image too - the consternation evident on his face at his ship’s response to his question.
Rose passed over a steaming mug of coffee to Jack, who sipped it and beamed his thanks; then leaning over the table, making sure the Doctor got an eyeful of her not-insubstantial cleavage, sweetly proffering his mug of tea whilst inwardly smirking at the audible swallow he made before thanking her. She sat between them again, waiting for the Docotor to ask again what was going on. He was suspicious, she knew; she could tell buy the sidelong glances he gave her, and the surreptitious looks at the ceiling as he tried to pry the answer from his ship. Obviously, she was giving no quarter as he folded his arms across his chest and tried to look all stern and Timelordy - which made Rose want to giggle all the more. She was unable to stop a snort of laughter escaping, and gave in just a little as she saw his face.
“It’s a surprise. You’ll find out later.”
“Don’t like surprises, me” he whinged, and Rose winked at him as she perched her tongue between her teeth, watching as Jack grinned. He had obviously cottoned on to her little plan...either that or he was thinking of the same thing himself!
Either way, they were all in for an...interesting evening, once the Tardis had worked her magic. All she had to do now, Rose thought, was figure out how to get the Doctor to go along with it...knowing his powers of self-restraint, he would not come easily ( and wasn’t that innuendo of the first order, she smirked), although she had no such reservations about Jack. She thought he’d embrace the idea with gusto.
How wrong could she be.
Cross-posted in better_with_3
Title: An Interesting Evening
Author: tardismate
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose/Jack
Rating: Adult.
Summary: She reflects on the day they had just had.
Disclaimer: Nine, Rose, and Jack are not mine. Worse luck...I could have me some fun! I'll put 'em back when I'm done... although they may be just a little the worse for wear *grins*
Author's Notes: God bless a horny Nine muse - and the possible continuation of this fic *smirks*
Written for dameruth in the OT3 Ficathon. (Sorry it's late, hon) With thanks to wendymr for the time extension. Also posted at my lj tardismate
My Prompt: 8: A: The Doctor (either Nine or Ten, author's choice), Rose, Jack and the TARDIS; Rose and the TARDIS collaborate on a fun surprise for the boys, to the Doctor's consternation. Do not want: babyfic.
Rose relaxed as she stretched, then rested her head in the Doctor’s lap. He had discarded his leather jacket when she complained that it wasn’t comfortable to lie against, and now all she could smell was his own unique fragrance, mixed with the warm woolly scent of his navy blue jumper. Her feet were across Jack’s thighs, his thumbs absently stroking the arch of one foot as they all watched a re-run of an old earth show made in the early 21st century about a notorious serial womaniser. Both men had their booted feet resting on the small coffee table that graced this part of the Tardis library, the room slowly warming thanks to the roaring fire in the fireplace.
As she watched the dancing light of the flames on her two companions, Rose reflected on the day.
It had started just like any other day on the Tardis, with lots of bumping and falling against the grating on landing. Nothing new in that, she had thought, rubbing her sore posterior. She had caught both the Doctor and Jack watching as she did, grinning when both men looked somewhat flustered at being caught; the Doctor doing his favourite ‘I-wasn’t-looking-at-my-companions-gorgeous-little-arse-at-all’ look, whilst Jack just grinned back and winked. She shook her head as she smiled; one day they would both pay for those looks...but for now that would have to wait. Team Tardis had a job to do.
Fifteen hours later, they had all staggered exhaustedly back through the welcoming blue doors after a day spent splodging through the violet and emerald green marshes of this dank, cold planet, searching for the anomalous signal they had picked up; only to find that the creature they were looking for had turned the tables on them and was now following them. The Xzealoget was a sneaky carnivore, and had been hunting the local villagers whenever they had strayed too far from their huts. They, in turn, had been hunting anything that wasn’t their own species, and so Rose, Jack and the Doctor had been hunted by both the Xzealoget, and the locals. This eventually gave them cause for concern as they were shepherded at spearpoint into the main part of the little village by the raiding party that had chanced upon them, the Doctor remonstrating with their leader. Again, nothing new there. Until they had spotted her hair. Apparently, yellow was a colour not often seen on this planet, and it was, according to the local headman, or shaman, or whatever he was, the epitome of evilness and promiscuity. This had lead to her being dragged away from the main clearing, to a much smaller one containing what appeared to be an altar of some description.
She could hear both of her men arguing that she wasn’t a concubine or any such subservient female as the locals tied her to the rings at each corner of the stone slab and left her, grinning and gibbering at her curses of their manhood. Her arms were aching, and her eyes closed as she reflected that this was not how she had imagined her life would end, when she felt a warm puff of air against her cheek and the low whisper of the Doctor’s voice as he freed her arms. Jack was equally busy untying her ankles, and chuckled when he felt her shiver; unable to suppress her reaction to the nearness of the Doctor’s mouth. She really was going to have to teach them both a lesson, as she grabbed both hands proffered to her and stood up. They had run all the way back to the Tardis, the locals hot on their heels, not happy at being duped by the trio. Their flight had been abruptly halted by an orange lump of fur launching itself at their pursuers, sensing a fun chase followed by a substantial meal. The Doctor, as usual, had whipped out the sonic, and aiming it at the weird-looking furry object, had pronounced that it was what they had been looking for. Rose managed to distract it while Jack, in turn, had aimed his vortex manipulator at it, zapping it with his transmat and sending it back to it’s home planet.
Now she thought about it, the locals had given her quite an interesting idea...but how could she persuade the two blokes currently sharing the sofa with her that it would be enjoyable for all concerned. She sighed and squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep for a little while, when a nudge against her ear alerted her to an...interesting, - yes that was definitely the right word- reaction happening under her. The hum inside her head intensified, and she realised that the Tardis was trying to communicate her amusement to her. She smirked, and decided to enlist the help of the only sentient being who could bring her little idea to life. She stretched, cat-like, enjoying the appreciation of her movements from the man at her feet, and the slight twitch of the lap under her head, she moved to stand, ignoring the murmurs of disapproval at her leaving them.
“Just gonna make a cuppa. You two want one?”
As they each grunted their approval of her idea, she almost ran from the room and into the kitchen. In here, she could have a private conversation with her new co-conspirator.
As her little human offered up her idea, the Tardis’s lights flickered in mirth at the violent reaction this plan would invoke in her Timelord, and the enthusiastic welcome to it her other human occupant would display. She hummed intensely for a moment whilst she put the initial stages of the plan in motion, causing said Timelord to loudly enquire just what the hell was going on in the kitchen.
Rose had to suppress a chuckle as the Tardis blew a raspberry in her head...which obviously had been the Doctor’s mental image too - the consternation evident on his face at his ship’s response to his question.
Rose passed over a steaming mug of coffee to Jack, who sipped it and beamed his thanks; then leaning over the table, making sure the Doctor got an eyeful of her not-insubstantial cleavage, sweetly proffering his mug of tea whilst inwardly smirking at the audible swallow he made before thanking her. She sat between them again, waiting for the Docotor to ask again what was going on. He was suspicious, she knew; she could tell buy the sidelong glances he gave her, and the surreptitious looks at the ceiling as he tried to pry the answer from his ship. Obviously, she was giving no quarter as he folded his arms across his chest and tried to look all stern and Timelordy - which made Rose want to giggle all the more. She was unable to stop a snort of laughter escaping, and gave in just a little as she saw his face.
“It’s a surprise. You’ll find out later.”
“Don’t like surprises, me” he whinged, and Rose winked at him as she perched her tongue between her teeth, watching as Jack grinned. He had obviously cottoned on to her little plan...either that or he was thinking of the same thing himself!
Either way, they were all in for an...interesting evening, once the Tardis had worked her magic. All she had to do now, Rose thought, was figure out how to get the Doctor to go along with it...knowing his powers of self-restraint, he would not come easily ( and wasn’t that innuendo of the first order, she smirked), although she had no such reservations about Jack. She thought he’d embrace the idea with gusto.
How wrong could she be.