Doctor Who - fic - Whistle, Jack/Rose, Nine, TARDIS, 15
This came from this little bit in The Torchwood Girls:
“Rose came to see me one night, and got Lauren Bacall instead. So I placed another one round her neck, and got myself Bogart.”
I promised that scene the porn in full, and here it is.
Title - Whistle
Author - laurab1
Characters/Pairings - Jack/Rose, Nine, TARDIS
Rating - 15 (role-play, dress-up)
Length - 732 words
Spoilers - 1.9 and 10, The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances
Summary - Ms Bacall leans against the door jamb and says that line from To Have and Have Not. She makes it sound even more filthy than it did in the first place.
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Whistle
by Laura
Rose really isn’t sure quite what to think when her knock on Jack’s door is answered by Lauren Bacall. She’s black and white, though, so something weird’s going on. Possibly even more weird than is usual for the three of them and the TARDIS. Then Ms Bacall leans against the door jamb and says that line from To Have and Have Not:
“You know you don't have to act with me, Rose. You don't have to say anything, and you don't have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you, Rose? You just put your lips together and... blow.”
She makes it sound even more filthy than it did in the first place, and a wicked little smile appears on her lips.
No, it’s a smirk.
“Jack!” Rose exclaims.
The alleged Ms Bacall reaches for the pendant she’s wearing. As she removes it, a Technicolor Jack shimmers back into sight.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, grinning. “Come on in, Rose, and close the door behind you.” She does that, then he pulls her close, and places a kiss on her lips.
“How did you do that, Jack?” she asks, gazing up at him and flicking her tongue against her teeth.
“The old girl gave me some pretty little presents.”
They separate, and Jack places the pendant in her hand. Raising it to her eyes, Rose can now see the markings on the small circle of what feels like coral. “This is on the console, Jack,” she says, when she’s worked it out. “It’s...” She stops, looks back up at him.
“Yeah. It’s his, well, their language.” He’s serious for a minute, and then he smiles again. “Anyway, I found three of the pendants on my pillow. I thought, ‘One of each of us, then.’ As I placed one over my head, I was imagining how wonderful yours would look, nestling between your excellent breasts.” Jack runs a fingertip inside her top, making her gasp. Somehow, Rose manages to work out what she suspects happened next.
“You turned into me, didn’t you? No, the pendant produced a vision of me, from what you were thinking about.”
“Oh, yeah. A really sexy vision, too, Miss Tyler.” He gives her that wicked smile again.
He wants to play with them, doesn’t he? “Y’know, Captain Harkness, I don’t know how to whistle. D’you think you and Ms Bacall could teach me?”
“We’d be glad to.” Jack moves them nearer to his bed, takes the pendant back from Rose and slips it over his head. Seconds later, he’s changed appearance. Ms Bacall takes one of the pendants sitting on the bedside table and places it around Rose’s neck. She feels a tingling sensation as the thing does whatever it’s doing. It’s only then that Rose notices the full length mirror Jack’s placed them in front of.
“You turned me into Humphrey Bogart!” Well, she knew that was going to happen; it’s just a bit of a shock to actually see it.
“Of course. Now, to whistle, you just put your lips together and... blow.”
***
Later, Rose has been taught how to whistle, along with several other things from Jack's incredibly extensive repertoire. When she’s capable of thinking, she says, “Y’know, we should give these things a name, Jack.”
They’re in his bed. He raises himself up on an elbow and gazes down at her. With his other hand, he circles the pendant where it rests on her chest, ‘off’ for the moment. Then he kisses her lips. “I think you should have that honour, sweetheart.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. C’mon.” He smiles.
Considering what the pendants do and their shape, along with a word the Doctor taught her when they accidentally visited Lewis Carroll that she can’t quite remember, Rose suggests, “Chamelace? Half chameleon, half necklace?”
“That’s clever, Rose. Very clever. A portmanteau word.” He gives her another kiss.
Jack’s impressed with her, she’s happy. “Portmanteau! That’s it.”
“I’ll ask you later how you know that word. Now, though, I’d like to have sex with you as you, Rose. Is that okay?” Jack smiles down at her, and removes the newly christened chamelaces from both of their necks, placing them on his bedside table.
“That’s more than okay, Jack.” Rose pulls him to her, and flips them over.
Jack gasps, muttering, “Bossy woman.”
“You love it, Captain.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
-end-
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“Rose came to see me one night, and got Lauren Bacall instead. So I placed another one round her neck, and got myself Bogart.”
I promised that scene the porn in full, and here it is.
Title - Whistle
Author - laurab1
Characters/Pairings - Jack/Rose, Nine, TARDIS
Rating - 15 (role-play, dress-up)
Length - 732 words
Spoilers - 1.9 and 10, The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances
Summary - Ms Bacall leans against the door jamb and says that line from To Have and Have Not. She makes it sound even more filthy than it did in the first place.
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Whistle
by Laura
Rose really isn’t sure quite what to think when her knock on Jack’s door is answered by Lauren Bacall. She’s black and white, though, so something weird’s going on. Possibly even more weird than is usual for the three of them and the TARDIS. Then Ms Bacall leans against the door jamb and says that line from To Have and Have Not:
“You know you don't have to act with me, Rose. You don't have to say anything, and you don't have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you, Rose? You just put your lips together and... blow.”
She makes it sound even more filthy than it did in the first place, and a wicked little smile appears on her lips.
No, it’s a smirk.
“Jack!” Rose exclaims.
The alleged Ms Bacall reaches for the pendant she’s wearing. As she removes it, a Technicolor Jack shimmers back into sight.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, grinning. “Come on in, Rose, and close the door behind you.” She does that, then he pulls her close, and places a kiss on her lips.
“How did you do that, Jack?” she asks, gazing up at him and flicking her tongue against her teeth.
“The old girl gave me some pretty little presents.”
They separate, and Jack places the pendant in her hand. Raising it to her eyes, Rose can now see the markings on the small circle of what feels like coral. “This is on the console, Jack,” she says, when she’s worked it out. “It’s...” She stops, looks back up at him.
“Yeah. It’s his, well, their language.” He’s serious for a minute, and then he smiles again. “Anyway, I found three of the pendants on my pillow. I thought, ‘One of each of us, then.’ As I placed one over my head, I was imagining how wonderful yours would look, nestling between your excellent breasts.” Jack runs a fingertip inside her top, making her gasp. Somehow, Rose manages to work out what she suspects happened next.
“You turned into me, didn’t you? No, the pendant produced a vision of me, from what you were thinking about.”
“Oh, yeah. A really sexy vision, too, Miss Tyler.” He gives her that wicked smile again.
He wants to play with them, doesn’t he? “Y’know, Captain Harkness, I don’t know how to whistle. D’you think you and Ms Bacall could teach me?”
“We’d be glad to.” Jack moves them nearer to his bed, takes the pendant back from Rose and slips it over his head. Seconds later, he’s changed appearance. Ms Bacall takes one of the pendants sitting on the bedside table and places it around Rose’s neck. She feels a tingling sensation as the thing does whatever it’s doing. It’s only then that Rose notices the full length mirror Jack’s placed them in front of.
“You turned me into Humphrey Bogart!” Well, she knew that was going to happen; it’s just a bit of a shock to actually see it.
“Of course. Now, to whistle, you just put your lips together and... blow.”
***
Later, Rose has been taught how to whistle, along with several other things from Jack's incredibly extensive repertoire. When she’s capable of thinking, she says, “Y’know, we should give these things a name, Jack.”
They’re in his bed. He raises himself up on an elbow and gazes down at her. With his other hand, he circles the pendant where it rests on her chest, ‘off’ for the moment. Then he kisses her lips. “I think you should have that honour, sweetheart.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. C’mon.” He smiles.
Considering what the pendants do and their shape, along with a word the Doctor taught her when they accidentally visited Lewis Carroll that she can’t quite remember, Rose suggests, “Chamelace? Half chameleon, half necklace?”
“That’s clever, Rose. Very clever. A portmanteau word.” He gives her another kiss.
Jack’s impressed with her, she’s happy. “Portmanteau! That’s it.”
“I’ll ask you later how you know that word. Now, though, I’d like to have sex with you as you, Rose. Is that okay?” Jack smiles down at her, and removes the newly christened chamelaces from both of their necks, placing them on his bedside table.
“That’s more than okay, Jack.” Rose pulls him to her, and flips them over.
Jack gasps, muttering, “Bossy woman.”
“You love it, Captain.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
new_who
galactic_conman
better_with_3
iamthebadwolf
available_very
Teaspoon