Fic. Take That And Run With It (1/3?)
Authors Notes: For mitashade , who made me a gorgeous profile layout *hugs* So I offered a fic in return. She wanted Nine/Jack/Rose with Jack and Rose ganging up on the Doctor,(well, who wouldn’t!) and as usual, my Nine!muse immediately hit the gutter...so have some smut! *smirks*
It sorta got away from me a bit and also got a bit angsty *grins shamefacedly* - it was only gonna be about 1500 words, but it just wouldn’t quit...and so has morphed into possibly three chapters, the first of which is here and the second is under construction*shakes fist at Horny!Nine muse*
AbsolutelyFilthy!Ten muse is also battling for my attention (pets hairy foreams and strokes finger up visible belly) for me to finish his fic too...(YAY! For ComicCon, the inspiration for smut!fiends everywhere) so that one’s on the go too, but is, as yet, untitled.
Hope you (and the other smut!fiends) enjoy it, love ;)
The Doctor was in his usual pose against the console; legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded over the chest of his leather jacket. He had a sneaky suspicion his two human companions were up to something...he just didn’t know what. Which was unusual, to say the least. Normally the Tardis would alert him if either one were planning on surprising him, or intended to play a prank on him. This time she was silent. He shook his head. Maybe he was just getting too suspicious in his old age. But they were conspicuous by their absence - and it was eerily quiet. No giggling Rose, no flirting Captain. Just the gentle hum of the Time Rotor. It made him nervous.
Definitely up to something, those two.
As he pushed his body away from the console and made for the corridor to investigate, a sound suspiciously like a snicker emanated from behind him, before the usual gentle hum returned. He turned back and addressed his ship.
“Well? What are they up to then?” he demanded. When that elicited no response, he tried a different approach.
“Ah, c’mon. Don’t like surprises, me. You know that. Tell me? Please?” he asked softly.
He grinned as a gentle nudge in his mind pointed him in the direction of the Wardrobe Room.
“Fantastic!”
His booted feet clanged across the grating as he hurried off to spoil his companions’ fun.
Jack rifled through the clothing on the rack in front of him, occasionally holding a jacket or shirt against himself before shaking his head and putting it back. He had absolutely no idea what it was he was looking for; he only knew that he’d find it in here somewhere. He picked up a tailored black jacket and draped it across his bare chest. He grinned wickedly at himself in the full length mirror before sticking his head around the coral-like strut beside him and calling,
“Rose. How about this? Think it’ll do?”
His co-conspirator appeared from behind a rack of dresses a few aisles away, clutching a pink satin wrap tightly around her, a quizzical look on her face. A huge grin appeared, and she gestured for him to twirl, which he did after slipping the jacket on and fastening the three buttons.
“Perfect, Jack. Is there more to it than the jacket? Just, it might be a bit of a giveaway if that’s all you’re wearing when he finds us. Although...” she paused and perched her tongue against her teeth, “I wouldn’t be complaining.” She grinned, her eyes flashing wickedly.
Jack grinned back, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Hmm, suppose I had better find the pants that go with this thing. Hope they fit as well as this did,” he laughed, gesturing at the jacket which seemed to emphasise every muscle he owned, and then some. He turned back to the clothes rail, intent on his search for the remainder of the suit. Rose’s voice followed him.
“Tardis, Jack, remember? Everything fits perfectly. And don’t forget to find a shirt, too!” she laughed.
“Yeah, kinda forgot that part...stupid of me, huh?” he chuckled.
“Knowing you, Jack, it was neither forgotten or stupid...more like intentional!” She was laughing hard now, which prompted Jack to shush her.
“Hey, quietly please. Remember, superior Time Lord senses. Don’t wanna alert him to what we’re doing just yet, do we?” He smirked.
Rose liked his smirk. It was almost like the Doctor’s. Almost. But not quite. It didn’t have the same effect on her that the Doctor’s did, for one. Which was, in the circumstances, just as well. Otherwise this little game they were playing would come to an abrupt halt right here, and the Doctor (along with herself and Jack, come to think of it) would not reap the benefits, since they would be shagging like rabbits right here on the Wardrobe Room floor. She grinned wickedly. If this all went to plan, that is exactly what they would be doing, with the Doctor a willing participant.
She hurried back to the rails of clothes she had been searching through before Jack had interrupted. She had just spotted a silk scarf that had matched her dress, and slipped it from its hanger. Tossing the robe to one side, she coiled it once around her neck, and allowed the jewelled fringe to drape delicately over her cleavage. As the jewels flashed and sparkled as she moved, she was sure that neither man would be able to tear his gaze away from her chest. She slipped her feet into the matching jewelled sandals she had found with the dress, turned this way and that in front of the mirror to check that it all looked good on her, nodded her head at what she saw, and headed off to find Jack again, smiling as the jewels scattered over the dress combined with the ones on the sandals and scarf, scattering little prisms of light over the walls as she moved. If this didn’t make him sit up and take notice, she thought, she really was going to give up on the alien. She came to a sudden stop. Jack was in front of her, looking absolutely devastating.
He had found a crisp white shirt and black tie, which was patterned with what appeared to be the swirls of the Time Vortex, and was now worn with the superbly fitted black suit he had found earlier. He had a bottle of cologne in his hands, deliberating whether to use it or not, when a small hand grasped his forearm gently. He looked up to see Rose shaking her head and smiling. He had completely missed her approaching him.
“He can smell us, Jack. Our natural scents, our pheromones. We don’t want to mask that with artificial smells, do we?”
“Guess not.” He paused. “ Are we doing the right thing here, Rose. What if we’re wrong? What if he doesn’t...”
“At least we’ll know for sure then, won’t we?” She grinned. “And the Tardis approves, otherwise she wouldn’t have made it easy for us to find what we wanted. That must mean something, surely? Must mean that he can, and maybe he wants to, but feels he can’t.” Her smile faltered slightly.
“I think he feels he doesn’t deserve to be any kind of happy, Jack. Not after the War. He’s not said much about it, but when he does, he has this look in his eyes; this faraway look full of misery and pain, that’s too much to see. It hurts me Jack, to think that he feels that way. If anyone deserves a little happiness, he does. After all he’s done, all he’s seen, all he’s experienced, all he’s shown us, if we can make him feel good then...” she swallowed, her throat tight with emotion, unable to articulate further how much she wanted him to be happy, even just for a little while.
Jack pulled her into a hug, not wanting to see her so emotional about the alien they both loved. She was right, though, he thought. The man was so damaged emotionally, but hid it so well that they rarely saw just how lonely he was. He vowed silently to give him all he was and could be; to make him realise he was loved fiercely by both of them and would always be, no matter what he did. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the blonde head below his chin.
“Okay, Rose. He can only say no, right?”
A soft growl from the doorway alerted him to the fact they had company.
“Put her down, Captain. Now.”
It sorta got away from me a bit and also got a bit angsty *grins shamefacedly* - it was only gonna be about 1500 words, but it just wouldn’t quit...and so has morphed into possibly three chapters, the first of which is here and the second is under construction*shakes fist at Horny!Nine muse*
AbsolutelyFilthy!Ten muse is also battling for my attention (pets hairy foreams and strokes finger up visible belly) for me to finish his fic too...(YAY! For ComicCon, the inspiration for smut!fiends everywhere) so that one’s on the go too, but is, as yet, untitled.
Hope you (and the other smut!fiends) enjoy it, love ;)
The Doctor was in his usual pose against the console; legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded over the chest of his leather jacket. He had a sneaky suspicion his two human companions were up to something...he just didn’t know what. Which was unusual, to say the least. Normally the Tardis would alert him if either one were planning on surprising him, or intended to play a prank on him. This time she was silent. He shook his head. Maybe he was just getting too suspicious in his old age. But they were conspicuous by their absence - and it was eerily quiet. No giggling Rose, no flirting Captain. Just the gentle hum of the Time Rotor. It made him nervous.
Definitely up to something, those two.
As he pushed his body away from the console and made for the corridor to investigate, a sound suspiciously like a snicker emanated from behind him, before the usual gentle hum returned. He turned back and addressed his ship.
“Well? What are they up to then?” he demanded. When that elicited no response, he tried a different approach.
“Ah, c’mon. Don’t like surprises, me. You know that. Tell me? Please?” he asked softly.
He grinned as a gentle nudge in his mind pointed him in the direction of the Wardrobe Room.
“Fantastic!”
His booted feet clanged across the grating as he hurried off to spoil his companions’ fun.
Jack rifled through the clothing on the rack in front of him, occasionally holding a jacket or shirt against himself before shaking his head and putting it back. He had absolutely no idea what it was he was looking for; he only knew that he’d find it in here somewhere. He picked up a tailored black jacket and draped it across his bare chest. He grinned wickedly at himself in the full length mirror before sticking his head around the coral-like strut beside him and calling,
“Rose. How about this? Think it’ll do?”
His co-conspirator appeared from behind a rack of dresses a few aisles away, clutching a pink satin wrap tightly around her, a quizzical look on her face. A huge grin appeared, and she gestured for him to twirl, which he did after slipping the jacket on and fastening the three buttons.
“Perfect, Jack. Is there more to it than the jacket? Just, it might be a bit of a giveaway if that’s all you’re wearing when he finds us. Although...” she paused and perched her tongue against her teeth, “I wouldn’t be complaining.” She grinned, her eyes flashing wickedly.
Jack grinned back, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Hmm, suppose I had better find the pants that go with this thing. Hope they fit as well as this did,” he laughed, gesturing at the jacket which seemed to emphasise every muscle he owned, and then some. He turned back to the clothes rail, intent on his search for the remainder of the suit. Rose’s voice followed him.
“Tardis, Jack, remember? Everything fits perfectly. And don’t forget to find a shirt, too!” she laughed.
“Yeah, kinda forgot that part...stupid of me, huh?” he chuckled.
“Knowing you, Jack, it was neither forgotten or stupid...more like intentional!” She was laughing hard now, which prompted Jack to shush her.
“Hey, quietly please. Remember, superior Time Lord senses. Don’t wanna alert him to what we’re doing just yet, do we?” He smirked.
Rose liked his smirk. It was almost like the Doctor’s. Almost. But not quite. It didn’t have the same effect on her that the Doctor’s did, for one. Which was, in the circumstances, just as well. Otherwise this little game they were playing would come to an abrupt halt right here, and the Doctor (along with herself and Jack, come to think of it) would not reap the benefits, since they would be shagging like rabbits right here on the Wardrobe Room floor. She grinned wickedly. If this all went to plan, that is exactly what they would be doing, with the Doctor a willing participant.
She hurried back to the rails of clothes she had been searching through before Jack had interrupted. She had just spotted a silk scarf that had matched her dress, and slipped it from its hanger. Tossing the robe to one side, she coiled it once around her neck, and allowed the jewelled fringe to drape delicately over her cleavage. As the jewels flashed and sparkled as she moved, she was sure that neither man would be able to tear his gaze away from her chest. She slipped her feet into the matching jewelled sandals she had found with the dress, turned this way and that in front of the mirror to check that it all looked good on her, nodded her head at what she saw, and headed off to find Jack again, smiling as the jewels scattered over the dress combined with the ones on the sandals and scarf, scattering little prisms of light over the walls as she moved. If this didn’t make him sit up and take notice, she thought, she really was going to give up on the alien. She came to a sudden stop. Jack was in front of her, looking absolutely devastating.
He had found a crisp white shirt and black tie, which was patterned with what appeared to be the swirls of the Time Vortex, and was now worn with the superbly fitted black suit he had found earlier. He had a bottle of cologne in his hands, deliberating whether to use it or not, when a small hand grasped his forearm gently. He looked up to see Rose shaking her head and smiling. He had completely missed her approaching him.
“He can smell us, Jack. Our natural scents, our pheromones. We don’t want to mask that with artificial smells, do we?”
“Guess not.” He paused. “ Are we doing the right thing here, Rose. What if we’re wrong? What if he doesn’t...”
“At least we’ll know for sure then, won’t we?” She grinned. “And the Tardis approves, otherwise she wouldn’t have made it easy for us to find what we wanted. That must mean something, surely? Must mean that he can, and maybe he wants to, but feels he can’t.” Her smile faltered slightly.
“I think he feels he doesn’t deserve to be any kind of happy, Jack. Not after the War. He’s not said much about it, but when he does, he has this look in his eyes; this faraway look full of misery and pain, that’s too much to see. It hurts me Jack, to think that he feels that way. If anyone deserves a little happiness, he does. After all he’s done, all he’s seen, all he’s experienced, all he’s shown us, if we can make him feel good then...” she swallowed, her throat tight with emotion, unable to articulate further how much she wanted him to be happy, even just for a little while.
Jack pulled her into a hug, not wanting to see her so emotional about the alien they both loved. She was right, though, he thought. The man was so damaged emotionally, but hid it so well that they rarely saw just how lonely he was. He vowed silently to give him all he was and could be; to make him realise he was loved fiercely by both of them and would always be, no matter what he did. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the blonde head below his chin.
“Okay, Rose. He can only say no, right?”
A soft growl from the doorway alerted him to the fact they had company.
“Put her down, Captain. Now.”