Doctor Who - fic - Marlene in the TARDIS, Jack/Rose, PG-13
Title - Marlene in the TARDIS
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack/Rose
Rating - PG-13 aka 12 (just sensuality, no actual sex)
Length - 300 words
Spoilers - New Who 1.9-1.10, TEC & TDD
Summary - Jack and Rose in the TARDIS' wardrobe room, for a comment porn meme here
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Marlene in the TARDIS
by Laura
Four inch stiletto heels. Skin tight black trousers which show off her lovely legs, the heels emphasising them, increasing their length. A white blouse that’s a size too small, so it’s not done up properly, and makes her amazing rack even more prominent than usual. There’s a black velvet dinner jacket that’s also a little tight. It closely hugs her torso, putting all her wonderful curves on display.
And she’s sporting a top hat.
She resembles someone from 1930s Earth, but inspiration has been quite clearly drawn from the two of them, too. Jack loves the TARDIS and her wardrobe room, because Rose Tyler looks hot as hell. He’s loved her since he first saw her excellent bottom. He swears under his breath, watching her strut toward him.
Well, just about.
Rose kinda wobbles in the heels; not that used to them, Jack guesses. Smiling gently, he walks to her, puts his hands inside the jacket, on the waistband of her trousers. His expression becomes heated, as does Rose’s. Slipping his thumbs inside, Jack finds lovely, bare, soft, young human female skin, slowly and carefully rubs circles against just the right nerve endings.
All without either of them breathing a word.
It pays off: Rose’s eyes go dark, she shivers very pleasingly indeed under his touch.
“Cigarette holder, somewhere,” she tells him, voice husky.
“Yeah? Figured there might be.” Jack takes his hands away from Rose’s bare skin, and instead, just pushes the jacket from her shoulders. She wriggles it off. “Grab it for later.” He teases her with a very quick kiss, before starting on her blouse’s buttons. Jack grins down at Rose, saying, “You’ll need it, once the Captain’s done with you, honey.”
“That a promise, Jack Harkness?” she asks, tongue clicking against her teeth.
“You bet, Rose.”
-end-
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack/Rose
Rating - PG-13 aka 12 (just sensuality, no actual sex)
Length - 300 words
Spoilers - New Who 1.9-1.10, TEC & TDD
Summary - Jack and Rose in the TARDIS' wardrobe room, for a comment porn meme here
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Marlene in the TARDIS
by Laura
Four inch stiletto heels. Skin tight black trousers which show off her lovely legs, the heels emphasising them, increasing their length. A white blouse that’s a size too small, so it’s not done up properly, and makes her amazing rack even more prominent than usual. There’s a black velvet dinner jacket that’s also a little tight. It closely hugs her torso, putting all her wonderful curves on display.
And she’s sporting a top hat.
She resembles someone from 1930s Earth, but inspiration has been quite clearly drawn from the two of them, too. Jack loves the TARDIS and her wardrobe room, because Rose Tyler looks hot as hell. He’s loved her since he first saw her excellent bottom. He swears under his breath, watching her strut toward him.
Well, just about.
Rose kinda wobbles in the heels; not that used to them, Jack guesses. Smiling gently, he walks to her, puts his hands inside the jacket, on the waistband of her trousers. His expression becomes heated, as does Rose’s. Slipping his thumbs inside, Jack finds lovely, bare, soft, young human female skin, slowly and carefully rubs circles against just the right nerve endings.
All without either of them breathing a word.
It pays off: Rose’s eyes go dark, she shivers very pleasingly indeed under his touch.
“Cigarette holder, somewhere,” she tells him, voice husky.
“Yeah? Figured there might be.” Jack takes his hands away from Rose’s bare skin, and instead, just pushes the jacket from her shoulders. She wriggles it off. “Grab it for later.” He teases her with a very quick kiss, before starting on her blouse’s buttons. Jack grins down at Rose, saying, “You’ll need it, once the Captain’s done with you, honey.”
“That a promise, Jack Harkness?” she asks, tongue clicking against her teeth.
“You bet, Rose.”
-end-