"Join Us" 2/3 [Ten II / Rose / alt!Jack - Mature]
Title: Join Us (2/3?)
Author: aibhinn
Rating: M
Characters: Ten II / Rose / Alt!Jack
Spoilers: None, if you know how Journey's End turns out.
Summary: Rose and the Doctor have got to know this universe's version of Jack pretty well-and have decided they want more than just friendship. More or less PWP, really.
Disclaimer: Except for Alt!Jack, nothing is mine. I promise to put Auntie Beeb's toys away nicely when I'm done.
Author's Note: This is a "spare prompt" given by joannec, from the long-ago OT3 Ficathon hosted by wendymr and dark_aegis.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Jack stared down at her, at those lovely, dark eyes that seemed to miss nothing. "You-what?" he asked. It was a far cry from his usual suave reaction to a proposition, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care about that. This was-this was-more than he'd ever dreamed.
He remembered lying in the shade of the beach house the three of them had rented as part of their cover while they investigated suspected alien activity off the coast of southern Spain, near Gibraltar. The Doctor and Rose had thought he was napping-at least, he'd hoped they did-and he'd watched the two of them in the slow, intimate, inexorable progression of long-time lovers: from talking, to cuddling, to kissing, to petting, to some of the most achingly beautiful lovemaking he'd ever seen. Part of him had known he should have slipped quietly away, left the two of them to each other, but he hadn't quite managed to force himself. He'd told himself it was because he was afraid of disturbing them, but if he was honest with himself, he knew the real reason was simply that he wanted to be as close to them as possible-wanted to participate somehow in this relationship with two people, neither of whom he knew very well, and yet somehow knew better than anyone else on the planet.
"Jack?" Rose asked tentatively, bringing him back to the present.
He took a deep breath, told his heart to quit pounding, and said carefully, "When you say 'join us', what exactly do you mean?" If it was only a one-off, he'd better know about it now, before he managed to fall farther in love with them than he already had. Because he had done; he could admit that to himself now. He'd fallen completely for them, and he wasn't sure he could bear it if they only intended a single night of fun and he didn't know it beforehand.
Not that he'd turn down that single night, if that was what they were offering. Memories were better than nothing at all. But he wanted to know for sure, so he could make certain to have the necessary barriers up beforehand.
Rose hesitated, then said, "I think we'd better let the Doctor be part of that conversation, don't you? I don't want to speak for him." She smiled, a little self-consciously. "My job was to find out if you were interested, and to get you to come talk to us if you were. Anything else is beyond my remit."
Okay, that was fair-but he couldn't quite manage to leave it at that. "Just tell me this," he said, and smoothed her hair back with one hand. "Is this a one-time thing? It's okay if it is," he added hastily. "I just want to know what to expect."
She smiled, a soft smile that went straight to the heart he'd been trying so hard to protect. "If that's what you want," she said. "But it's not what we'd hoped."
He smiled too, then: a big, broad, delighted smile that he was sure had to make him look ridiculous, but he couldn't control it. "Okay," he said, feeling oddly giddy. "Okay. 'Cos it's not what I'd hoped, either."
Her smile turned just as broad, just as delighted. "Oh," she said, resting her forehead against his. "I was so afraid I'd ruined everything."
"By coming in and snogging me, you mean? Well, it got my attention, if nothing else," he told her, and they laughed unselfconsciously together. She was so close, it was only natural to tilt his head slightly and capture her lips with his, in what he intended to be a quick, gentle kiss of pure happiness.
He didn't expect the rush of pure desire that ran through both of them the minute their lips touched. She made a half-groaning, half-whimpering sound that weakened his knees and hardened his cock instantaneously, and he pulled her tight against him, deepening the kiss. Her right leg wrapped around his hip and she ground her pelvis against him, dragging a groan from his throat, too. Almost without thinking, he slid his hands down to her bum and lifted her against him, turning to set her down on the mostly-empty counter that ran along the side of the room.
They broke apart, panting for air and staring at each other, a little taken aback by the force of their reactions. Rose's eyes were so dark they were nearly black, her pupils dilated, her face flushed. Jack knew he must look the same.
"Think the Doctor would mind if we got a little head start?" he asked recklessly, skimming his hands down to the hem of her skirt.
"No," Rose said breathlessly. "I don't think he'll mind at all."
Slowly, without breaking her gaze, Jack slid his hands beneath her skirt and up along the smooth, soft skin of her thighs. Rose bit her lip, but met his gaze steadily as his hands caressed up to her hips. His fingers encountered lace, and he took a deep breath to steady himself as his mind's eye presented a picture of what she would look like, naked except for a pair of lacy knickers. He trailed his fingertips inward from her hip, and then down between her thighs. The lace was damp, and Rose's eyes closed as he stroked.
He bent in and captured her lips again, letting the pressure of his hand change from stroking to rubbing. He pressed against a specific spot, and Rose whimpered loudly into his mouth, her hips shifting against his hand. He pressed again, and then again, setting up a gentle rhythm, and soon had her rocking against him, making soft little pleading sounds in the back of her throat.
It was more than he could stand. He broke the kiss and sank to his knees, lifting her skirt out of the way and grasping the elastic of her knickers. She lifted her hips enough to help him, and soon he was tossing the scrap of fabric (red lace, oh God, red lace knickers) aside. Leaning forward, he let his tongue travel down the length of her, tasting her desire and thrilling to the knowledge that he'd made her this way.
"God, Jack," Rose gritted as he teased and explored. With one finger, he traced the edges of her opening, dipping shallowly in before slipping back out to tease some more as the tip of his tongue ran delicate circles around her clit. She whimpered and shifted, separating her legs as far as they would go, urging him on. "Please," she said. Her hands were clenched on the edge of the cabinet, white-knuckled with tension.
Unable to resist, Jack slid two fingers deep inside her at the same time he began lapping insistently at her clit. There was a soft 'thud' as Rose's head tilted back against the wall behind her, and one hand buried itself in his hair. Her whimpers and moans intensified as he slid his fingers in and out of her, ratcheting her need higher, until at last he crooked his fingers and pressed, just there.
Rose cried out as her orgasm shook her, her muscles clenching around Jack's fingers as she rode his hand shamelessly. He used every trick in his vast repertoire to extend her pleasure, sending wave after wave through her and revelling in the beautiful sounds she made, until at last she collapsed, gasping and limp.
Slowly Jack rose to his feet, withdrawing his fingers from her. Rose tugged him in for another kiss, this one slower, though no less intense. He let her take the lead this time, concentrating on making sure she was satisfied and in the meantime trying to ignore the increasingly uncomfortable hardness in his trousers. Somewhere in his subconscious, he must have registered the door opening and closing behind him, because he was only mildly startled to hear a familiar voice say, without heat, "I see you've started without me."
They broke the kiss and Jack turned to see the Doctor leaning sideways against the closed door, arms crossed over his chest. "Don't mind me," he said. His smile was warm and not a little lustful, his eyes very dark as he watched them. "By all means, continue."
Jack glanced back at Rose, winked at her, and got an answering grin in return. He stepped away from her and slipped his hands into his pockets, sauntering towards the Doctor. The expression on the other man's face was enough to silence most of the last few worries at the back of Jack's mind, and finally, he felt steady on his metaphorical feet in the situation. "I thought this was supposed to be a 'share and share alike' sort of relationship between the two of you?" he said, one corner of his mouth quirked upwards.
"Oh, it is," the Doctor said, pushing away from the door as Jack approached. "But I wouldn't dream of interrupting. I'm perfectly happy to wait my turn."
"Isn't it lucky it's your turn now?" Jack breathed, and tugged the Doctor forward into a kiss of his own.
Author: aibhinn
Rating: M
Characters: Ten II / Rose / Alt!Jack
Spoilers: None, if you know how Journey's End turns out.
Summary: Rose and the Doctor have got to know this universe's version of Jack pretty well-and have decided they want more than just friendship. More or less PWP, really.
Disclaimer: Except for Alt!Jack, nothing is mine. I promise to put Auntie Beeb's toys away nicely when I'm done.
Author's Note: This is a "spare prompt" given by joannec, from the long-ago OT3 Ficathon hosted by wendymr and dark_aegis.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Jack stared down at her, at those lovely, dark eyes that seemed to miss nothing. "You-what?" he asked. It was a far cry from his usual suave reaction to a proposition, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care about that. This was-this was-more than he'd ever dreamed.
He remembered lying in the shade of the beach house the three of them had rented as part of their cover while they investigated suspected alien activity off the coast of southern Spain, near Gibraltar. The Doctor and Rose had thought he was napping-at least, he'd hoped they did-and he'd watched the two of them in the slow, intimate, inexorable progression of long-time lovers: from talking, to cuddling, to kissing, to petting, to some of the most achingly beautiful lovemaking he'd ever seen. Part of him had known he should have slipped quietly away, left the two of them to each other, but he hadn't quite managed to force himself. He'd told himself it was because he was afraid of disturbing them, but if he was honest with himself, he knew the real reason was simply that he wanted to be as close to them as possible-wanted to participate somehow in this relationship with two people, neither of whom he knew very well, and yet somehow knew better than anyone else on the planet.
"Jack?" Rose asked tentatively, bringing him back to the present.
He took a deep breath, told his heart to quit pounding, and said carefully, "When you say 'join us', what exactly do you mean?" If it was only a one-off, he'd better know about it now, before he managed to fall farther in love with them than he already had. Because he had done; he could admit that to himself now. He'd fallen completely for them, and he wasn't sure he could bear it if they only intended a single night of fun and he didn't know it beforehand.
Not that he'd turn down that single night, if that was what they were offering. Memories were better than nothing at all. But he wanted to know for sure, so he could make certain to have the necessary barriers up beforehand.
Rose hesitated, then said, "I think we'd better let the Doctor be part of that conversation, don't you? I don't want to speak for him." She smiled, a little self-consciously. "My job was to find out if you were interested, and to get you to come talk to us if you were. Anything else is beyond my remit."
Okay, that was fair-but he couldn't quite manage to leave it at that. "Just tell me this," he said, and smoothed her hair back with one hand. "Is this a one-time thing? It's okay if it is," he added hastily. "I just want to know what to expect."
She smiled, a soft smile that went straight to the heart he'd been trying so hard to protect. "If that's what you want," she said. "But it's not what we'd hoped."
He smiled too, then: a big, broad, delighted smile that he was sure had to make him look ridiculous, but he couldn't control it. "Okay," he said, feeling oddly giddy. "Okay. 'Cos it's not what I'd hoped, either."
Her smile turned just as broad, just as delighted. "Oh," she said, resting her forehead against his. "I was so afraid I'd ruined everything."
"By coming in and snogging me, you mean? Well, it got my attention, if nothing else," he told her, and they laughed unselfconsciously together. She was so close, it was only natural to tilt his head slightly and capture her lips with his, in what he intended to be a quick, gentle kiss of pure happiness.
He didn't expect the rush of pure desire that ran through both of them the minute their lips touched. She made a half-groaning, half-whimpering sound that weakened his knees and hardened his cock instantaneously, and he pulled her tight against him, deepening the kiss. Her right leg wrapped around his hip and she ground her pelvis against him, dragging a groan from his throat, too. Almost without thinking, he slid his hands down to her bum and lifted her against him, turning to set her down on the mostly-empty counter that ran along the side of the room.
They broke apart, panting for air and staring at each other, a little taken aback by the force of their reactions. Rose's eyes were so dark they were nearly black, her pupils dilated, her face flushed. Jack knew he must look the same.
"Think the Doctor would mind if we got a little head start?" he asked recklessly, skimming his hands down to the hem of her skirt.
"No," Rose said breathlessly. "I don't think he'll mind at all."
Slowly, without breaking her gaze, Jack slid his hands beneath her skirt and up along the smooth, soft skin of her thighs. Rose bit her lip, but met his gaze steadily as his hands caressed up to her hips. His fingers encountered lace, and he took a deep breath to steady himself as his mind's eye presented a picture of what she would look like, naked except for a pair of lacy knickers. He trailed his fingertips inward from her hip, and then down between her thighs. The lace was damp, and Rose's eyes closed as he stroked.
He bent in and captured her lips again, letting the pressure of his hand change from stroking to rubbing. He pressed against a specific spot, and Rose whimpered loudly into his mouth, her hips shifting against his hand. He pressed again, and then again, setting up a gentle rhythm, and soon had her rocking against him, making soft little pleading sounds in the back of her throat.
It was more than he could stand. He broke the kiss and sank to his knees, lifting her skirt out of the way and grasping the elastic of her knickers. She lifted her hips enough to help him, and soon he was tossing the scrap of fabric (red lace, oh God, red lace knickers) aside. Leaning forward, he let his tongue travel down the length of her, tasting her desire and thrilling to the knowledge that he'd made her this way.
"God, Jack," Rose gritted as he teased and explored. With one finger, he traced the edges of her opening, dipping shallowly in before slipping back out to tease some more as the tip of his tongue ran delicate circles around her clit. She whimpered and shifted, separating her legs as far as they would go, urging him on. "Please," she said. Her hands were clenched on the edge of the cabinet, white-knuckled with tension.
Unable to resist, Jack slid two fingers deep inside her at the same time he began lapping insistently at her clit. There was a soft 'thud' as Rose's head tilted back against the wall behind her, and one hand buried itself in his hair. Her whimpers and moans intensified as he slid his fingers in and out of her, ratcheting her need higher, until at last he crooked his fingers and pressed, just there.
Rose cried out as her orgasm shook her, her muscles clenching around Jack's fingers as she rode his hand shamelessly. He used every trick in his vast repertoire to extend her pleasure, sending wave after wave through her and revelling in the beautiful sounds she made, until at last she collapsed, gasping and limp.
Slowly Jack rose to his feet, withdrawing his fingers from her. Rose tugged him in for another kiss, this one slower, though no less intense. He let her take the lead this time, concentrating on making sure she was satisfied and in the meantime trying to ignore the increasingly uncomfortable hardness in his trousers. Somewhere in his subconscious, he must have registered the door opening and closing behind him, because he was only mildly startled to hear a familiar voice say, without heat, "I see you've started without me."
They broke the kiss and Jack turned to see the Doctor leaning sideways against the closed door, arms crossed over his chest. "Don't mind me," he said. His smile was warm and not a little lustful, his eyes very dark as he watched them. "By all means, continue."
Jack glanced back at Rose, winked at her, and got an answering grin in return. He stepped away from her and slipped his hands into his pockets, sauntering towards the Doctor. The expression on the other man's face was enough to silence most of the last few worries at the back of Jack's mind, and finally, he felt steady on his metaphorical feet in the situation. "I thought this was supposed to be a 'share and share alike' sort of relationship between the two of you?" he said, one corner of his mouth quirked upwards.
"Oh, it is," the Doctor said, pushing away from the door as Jack approached. "But I wouldn't dream of interrupting. I'm perfectly happy to wait my turn."
"Isn't it lucky it's your turn now?" Jack breathed, and tugged the Doctor forward into a kiss of his own.