Habit-Forming 2/2
Story: Habit-Forming
Author: wmr
Rated: Mature. Warning: dubious consent
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness
Disclaimer: Not mine. You'd never have guessed, right?
Summary: If one of you doesn’t shag me right now I’m going to explode!
With many thanks to aibhinn for BRing - and happy birthday
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Chapter 1: High on Emotion
Chapter 2: The Big Deal
Just kiss her. As if it’s as simple as that.
That really such a big deal? Jack's asked.
“Yes, it is, actually,” he snaps, stopping right next to Jack. Kiss her? Jack really has no idea. Not a clue.
Fists clenching, he forces himself to drop to his knees by Rose, and he looks at her properly for the first time since Jack made him turn around. And a chill runs through him.
Jack’s right. They’re losing her.
“Why didn’t you say?” He spares Jack a brief glare before pinning his hands to Rose’s shoulders, gripping her and holding her tightly. “Rose! Rose, stop that and focus on me. Do you hear me?”
“What d’you think I’ve been trying to - ” Jack breaks off abruptly and adds, “She’s too far gone to hear you.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
Idiot. Stupid bloody arrogant, proud idiot. Because he can’t risk letting Rose know - letting either of them know - how much he wants this, wants her, he’s ended up risking her life.
But it’s not too late. There’s still something he can try. A little trick he has at his disposal that Jack knows nothing about.
He leans over her and presses his fingers to her temples, closing his eyes for a moment and focusing. “Rose. Rose, now listen to me. You need to listen. All right?”
Her frantic movements slow, and she blinks once, twice, focuses on him for a couple of seconds, then closes her eyes again.
“Come on, Rose. You can do it.” He can see the drug now, its grip on her brain chemicals strong, almost overpowering. Rose isn’t controlling her own body any more. She’s lost somewhere in the mists of her own mind - but he can find her. He can reach her. “Focus. Focus on me.”
He feels Jack’s gaze on him, the other man’s eyes questioning as he looks around in response. “What are you doing?” he asks, voice low.
“Little Time Lord trick,” he mutters quickly. “Telepathic, me.” He turns back to Rose. “Listen to me. Focus on my voice. Come back to me.”
Her eyes open again. They’re still hazy, but she’s trying, seeking him out, even as her hand keeps rubbing between her legs and her hips jerk restlessly. A whimper escapes her.
Keeping his fingers in place, his mind honing in on hers, he lowers his lips to hers. Focus on me, Rose. I’m here.
Kissing Rose, and yet not Rose; oh, the lips are hers, but the taste is the chemical, the poisonous drug they gave her that’s going to kill her unless...
No. Not going to happen. He and Jack will make sure of it. He won’t lose her. Can’t. Not while he has breath in his body - and something about the way Jack looked at him as he called him over tells him the Captain feels the same way.
Lifting his head briefly, he gestures impatiently at Jack. “Get on with it, Captain. Do what you have to do.”
And, ignoring Jack as the Captain tugs Rose’s jeans over her hips, he bends and kisses her again, this time harder, more forcefully, demanding a response from her. At the same time, he seeks her mind, navigating a way through the mists and fog blocking her from him.
There. Faint, but she’s there. Rose?
Doctor? What... Doctor?
I’m here. Focus on me, Rose. Just concentrate. Listen to my voice. Follow my voice, Rose. That’s all you have to do.
Beneath his lips, her kiss changes. Suddenly, she’s kissing him back, lips parting and clinging to his, her tongue seeking his. One hand slides up his back and finds his hair, fingers raking through it.
He’s won her back. Now all he - they - have to do is finish the job and free her from the drug.
***
Lips kissing hers, and it feels so good, just as the hands removing her clothes and caressing her flesh feel good. This - this is what she wants. What she needs. Oh, so much, so badly.
Her eyes flicker open, and dark, short-cropped hair fills her vision. “Doctor,” she murmurs against the cool, faintly honey-tasting lips that are covering hers.
His lips leave hers for a moment. “That’s right, Rose.” His voice is gentler than she’s ever heard it, even as his hands are holding her head securely, preventing her from moving.
“Rose?”
Jack. Those other hands are Jack’s. Of course they are. And he’s paused; the hand stroking her right there has stopped. She fumbles around and finds his hand, dragging it back to where she wants it. “Please,” she mumbles. “Please... need you...”
The Doctor’s lips brush hers again. “And you’ll have us.”
Both? Oh, yeah. Yeah. Both. That’s what she needs.
She stretches up, seeking the Doctor’s lips again, and at the same time she blindly thrusts her hips up to where she thinks Jack might be. It’s burning inside, this ache, this need for them. Now, she needs them now...
And he’s there. Kneeling between her thighs, hands lifting her hips, heat and hardness pressing against her.
Yes.
He slides in, and he’s hot and firm and he fills her, and a sigh bursts from her as she tilts her hips to meet his thrust. “That’s right, sweetheart.” Jack’s voice is encouraging, and the Doctor’s kissing her again, hard and long, sensual and erotic, making love to her with his lips and tongue.
And it’s... oh, god... it won’t be long now. Not long at all...
Jack does something clever with his hips and the angle of his thrust, and the Doctor’s lips trail a path across to her jaw, down her neck and into the hollow of her throat. And that’s it, and she’s crying out, falling, flying...
...sinking into safe, familiar arms as she comes back to earth, breathless, exhausted, limp and more satisfied than she can ever remember being.
“Wow.” As the mist clears, she grins happily up at her two gorgeous men. “No idea what brought that on, but any time you want to do it again I’m ready!”
***
It worked.
They’ve got her back. She’s Rose again; the drug’s influence is gone.
Relief floods him, and he withdraws his body from hers, gently lowering her to the floor again. He didn’t come, but that’s okay. It’s a good thing, in fact. Bad enough that he’s had to take advantage of her when she was drugged out of her mind. Worse that he would’ve got pleasure out of it.
The Doctor’s holding her now, her upper body tight against his chest. She’s hugging the Doctor, but after a few moments she breaks away and reaches for him, hugging him too, and her lips seek his.
He wants to kiss her, really wants to kiss her now, now that she’s aware and fully in control of what she’s doing. But it’s not right.
He pulls back, wincing inwardly at the hurt, confused look she gives him.
“You were drugged,” he explains. “You were going to die unless...”
She stiffens in his arms, and then frowns, pulling away. The penny’s dropping, he can see. “You sayin’...” She looks from him to the Doctor, who’s now looking extremely uncomfortable.
And then she laughs. A real Rose laugh, full of humour and mischief. “You sayin’ you had to shag me or I’d die? Jack, I know you’re insatiable, but -”
“He’s tellin’ the truth.” The Doctor’s getting to his feet, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket and turning away as he straightens. Oh, he’s not embarrassed, is he? Not embarrassed at all. “We almost lost you. Your head was about to explode.”
“That a technical description?” Rose’s tone is light, but the sudden flash of fear in her eyes and the way her hands start to shake reveal the truth.
He hands her the clothing he stripped off her, turning his back to give her privacy.
This is it; reaction’s setting in, and as he refastens his own jeans he can only hope their friendship - his and Rose’s, and the Doctor’s too - won’t be a casualty.
“Right. ‘Bout time we stopped wasting time and got out of here.” That’s the Doctor, of course, all matter-of-fact again now, hiding his discomfiture at what’s just gone on by pretending it didn’t happen at all.
“Right, so how we gonna do that?” Rose demands; quite typically, she’s pushing aside her shock and focusing on here and now. Reaction will set in later, and he resolves to keep an eye on her - or, better still, make the Doctor do it. “In case you’ve forgotten... locked door, no windows, an’ you did say they took the sonic? An’ Jack’s blaster.”
The Doctor turns back abruptly, a feral smile on his face. “We get out... by ambushing them when they come to check on us.”
“And when’s that gonna happen, then?” he asks, thoroughly sceptical. Who says these Floxinians are going to come at all? For all the three of them know, their captors might have decided to let them rot in this cell.
“Oh, about five seconds from now.” Again, the Doctor grins, his I’m so superior next to you infantile little humans smile.
And, irritatingly, he’s exactly right. Precisely on the fifth second, a key turns in the cell door.
***
“Stay back,” they both tell her, as if they’ve been choreographed, when the key’s turning.
Not bloody likely. These bastards drugged her. Almost killed her - the look on the Doctor’s face made it clear he and Jack weren’t exaggerating. She could have died, if they hadn’t saved her - and she’s got no idea, right now, what that’s done to their friendship; whether things can ever be the same between them. The Doctor, in particular, though he’s already playing his aloof it never happened act.
Time for dealing with that later. She’s right beside the Doctor as he gets into position, Jack moving to the other side of the door.
“The prisoners will - ” one of Spock’s cousins begins, but she never gets to hear exactly what it is they’re supposed to do. The Doctor’s launched himself at the entering guard, bringing tightly-clasped hands down onto the man’s neck. The guard collapses to the ground.
There’s a second, of course, who rushes in with weapon drawn. Jack comes around the door at lightning speed and kicks the gun out of the alien’s hand. This guard has fast reactions; he’s immediately striking out at Jack with his fists. But she’s fast, too. Muttering the hope that these creatures’ weak points are the same as human males - and grateful that this particular guard seems to be of the male of the species - she kicks him hard in the groin. One loud, agonised groan and he, too, is on the ground.
“Ouch.” Jack winces as he bends to pick up the gun.
“Yeah. Remind me not to make you angry, Rose.” The Doctor gives her a quick grin. “Nice work.”
He’s searching the first guard, and comes away with not only a weapon to match the gun Jack has but also, to his great delight, the sonic screwdriver. “Brilliant! This mean we can find the TARDIS an’ get out of here?” she asks.
“Not a chance.” Jack’s peering around the door, checking out the lay of the land. “Not after what they did to you.”
Right. Blokes. Of course they can’t just leave. Still, she’d probably feel the same way in their position, if it was one of them who’d almost died. “D’you know what that stuff is they gave me?” Course, it was the drink she stupidly accepted; she knows that now. But is the drug common? Easily obtainable? How many others have they used it on? How many people have died?
“Not this particular one,” the Doctor says, reaching for her hand as he speaks, and then moving out into the hallway at Jack’s beckoning. They slam the cell door behind them, locking the guards inside and securing it with the sonic. “Seen a few of them before, though. Principle’s always the same.”
“But what’s the point?” It really doesn’t make sense. Give someone an aphrodisiac drug that means they have to shag or die - why? What does it achieve? It’s not like it helps anyone to take over the universe, or inflicts any real hardship - most people enjoy sex, after all.
Just like she did...
Oh, god. She’s just had sex with Jack. And the Doctor watched - and he was kissing her, right? It’s all a bit hazy, but she remembers that much. The two of them, taking part in shagging her. And... oh, it’s not as if she hasn’t fantasised about either of them over the past few months - or both of them, even - but she never actually imagined it would happen. Or, if she did, that it’d be in circumstances where she barely remembers half of it, and where all three of them are studiously avoiding any mention of it.
The strangest thing is that she doesn’t regret it. Okay, with the way it happened - the drug, the fact that she could’ve died - she should be angry. She should feel embarrassed and humiliated, and wanting revenge. But she was never in any real danger, right? It’s obvious that both Jack and the Doctor knew what was wrong with her, and neither of them would’ve let anything happen to her. They didn’t let anything happen to her. They took care of her.
And turned things between the three of them upside-down and inside-out in the process... But that’s for later.
“The point?” Jack glances around briefly, before turning back to continue his role as point man, on guard. “Sometimes it’s just a joke. Schoolboy prank. Sometimes it’s a distraction - keep your victim in that state, desperate for sex, then they can’t see what you’re up to. It’s been used to engineer political marriages where one party’s unwilling. Or, in the right circumstance, to kill someone without leaving any evidence - or drive them to suicide.”
“Nice.” Sarcasm laces her tone. The Doctor’s hand tightens around hers for a brief moment.
An emphatic gesture from Jack silences them; moments later, he’s taken out another Floxinian. She doesn’t bother to ask whether he’s alive or dead. And a few minutes after that they’re in the guard-room, with the two remaining guards held, tied to chairs, at gun-point.
All becomes clear when the Doctor finds recording equipment - not just tapes, he explains when she jumps to the conclusion that these people are voyeurs, getting their kicks from watching their prisoners shag. “They were recording everything - what happened to your body, changes to your heart-rate, breathing, blood-flow, brain chemicals -”
“Experimenting,” Jack says, and his jaw is rigid, anger flowing through him. “They were using you as a guinea-pig, Rose. I bet they knew exactly what they were doing with that dose they gave you.” He rummages through a stack of paper next to the machine the Doctor’s still tinkering with, at the same time managing to keep his gun trained on one guard; she’s keeping the other covered.
“See here,” Jack says, jabbing at one sheet. “They’re comparing Rose’s reactions to the last human they gave that drug to. They deliberately gave you a higher dose.”
It’s almost funny: the two of them are wearing near-identical expressions. Anger, mingled with protectiveness, and what she reads as cold determination. Jack, she suspects, is ready to kill the guards here and now. The Doctor... well, she knows he can and will kill when he feels it’s necessary. He’s scary, very scary, in that frame of mind. Jack, too, when he’s every inch the soldier and not the witty, flirty guy she’s come to know and love over the past couple of months.
The guards’ eyes widen, terror on their faces now. No question that they recognise the danger they’re in.
She touches the Doctor’s arm, then Jack’s. “Leave it, yeah? You’ve got the sonic, Doctor. Just destroy that machine. That’s enough.”
It’s a tense few moments as she waits for their decision - or the Doctor’s, as it seems Jack’s willing to be led by him. But, finally, the Doctor nods and directs the screwdriver straight at the monitor. Sparks fly and, in a burst of blue flame, it explodes.
Jack kicks open a cupboard, to reveal bottles of that drink she was given. Gesturing to her to keep the guards covered, he fires his weapon in rapid bursts until every single bottle’s shattered. “They’ll get more,” he acknowledges as he finishes. “Feels good, though.”
“Yeah.” The Doctor turns; he’s been searching one of the guards. “You might want these back.” In his hand, he holds Jack’s two blasters.
With a grin, Jack takes them. “Yeah.” The two men exchange a look - she’s not quite sure what it signifies, but it’s definitely a bloke thing - and Jack adds, “Time to go.”
On his way out, he somehow manages to kick over both guards’ chairs, sending them sprawling to the floor. “Oops.” He’s grinning as they exit and head for the TARDIS.
Oh, yeah. Something else that’s predictable about their adventures. They’re running.
***
and LJ says the post is too large, so continuing here.
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