Doctor Who - fic - A Little Less Mascara, Jack/Rose, PG-13
Title - A Little Less Mascara
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG-13 aka 12
Pairing - Jack/Rose
Length - 350 words
Summary - There were many things Jack Harkness learnt, at the Time Agency
Spoilers - New Who 1.9 TEC and 1.10 TDD
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Written for the latest porn battle, using teasing and make-up
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A Little Less Mascara
by Laura
Perched on the edge of her bed, while Jack moves around in front of her, Rose supposes she shouldn’t really be surprised that he, with his 51st century flexibility, knows how to apply make-up. Stroke of an eyeliner pencil, curl of a mascara brush, swooshes of eyeshadow and blusher brushes, waxy colour carefully applied to her lips, with quick glances at a mirror, between the steps.
He apparently knows how to apply it better than she does. And, well, that’s making her, if she’s honest with herself, hot. The feeling goes down her spine, settles, and makes her shiver with pleasure.
“There, finished,” he proudly declares. “Wanna see, Rose?”
“Of course I bloody do,” she exclaims. “C’mon, Jack.” He hands her a mirror, and Rose breathes, “God, look at me. Thanks, Jack.” Happy, she grins at him.
He smiles back. “All courtesy of the Time Agency, sweetheart.”
“Yeah?” she asks, dropping the mirror onto her bed.
He nods. “One of the many aspects of my training.” She’d ask what else the Agency taught him, but Jack then gives her a look. A look she knows well. A heated look. So, of course, he immediately asks, “Rose Tyler, did that turn you on?”
“Close personal attention from you, Jack, so, yeah, it did, a bit,” she replies, the same look on her face.
“Only a bit? Well, we can’t have that.”
He puts his hands on her knees, eases her legs apart, moves in between them. Then he reaches out, presses his thumb to her lips, runs it over them, smears the lipstick slowly across her face.
Now heading for really hot, Rose growls, “Would you stop bloody teasing me, Jack Harkness!”
“Gladly, my gorgeous girl,” Jack says, heat in his voice, eyes wide. Sneaking a hand under her t-shirt, with his hand on her stomach, he pushes Rose onto the bed, following her down. “Very gladly indeed.”
“Good. Thanks very much.”
Rose quickly yanks his face to hers and hungrily kisses him. The lipstick’ll get everywhere, but who cares. All she wants to do is kiss, and maybe get laid.
-end-
crosspost:
available_very
galactic_conman
dwfiction
new_who
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG-13 aka 12
Pairing - Jack/Rose
Length - 350 words
Summary - There were many things Jack Harkness learnt, at the Time Agency
Spoilers - New Who 1.9 TEC and 1.10 TDD
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Written for the latest porn battle, using teasing and make-up
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A Little Less Mascara
by Laura
Perched on the edge of her bed, while Jack moves around in front of her, Rose supposes she shouldn’t really be surprised that he, with his 51st century flexibility, knows how to apply make-up. Stroke of an eyeliner pencil, curl of a mascara brush, swooshes of eyeshadow and blusher brushes, waxy colour carefully applied to her lips, with quick glances at a mirror, between the steps.
He apparently knows how to apply it better than she does. And, well, that’s making her, if she’s honest with herself, hot. The feeling goes down her spine, settles, and makes her shiver with pleasure.
“There, finished,” he proudly declares. “Wanna see, Rose?”
“Of course I bloody do,” she exclaims. “C’mon, Jack.” He hands her a mirror, and Rose breathes, “God, look at me. Thanks, Jack.” Happy, she grins at him.
He smiles back. “All courtesy of the Time Agency, sweetheart.”
“Yeah?” she asks, dropping the mirror onto her bed.
He nods. “One of the many aspects of my training.” She’d ask what else the Agency taught him, but Jack then gives her a look. A look she knows well. A heated look. So, of course, he immediately asks, “Rose Tyler, did that turn you on?”
“Close personal attention from you, Jack, so, yeah, it did, a bit,” she replies, the same look on her face.
“Only a bit? Well, we can’t have that.”
He puts his hands on her knees, eases her legs apart, moves in between them. Then he reaches out, presses his thumb to her lips, runs it over them, smears the lipstick slowly across her face.
Now heading for really hot, Rose growls, “Would you stop bloody teasing me, Jack Harkness!”
“Gladly, my gorgeous girl,” Jack says, heat in his voice, eyes wide. Sneaking a hand under her t-shirt, with his hand on her stomach, he pushes Rose onto the bed, following her down. “Very gladly indeed.”
“Good. Thanks very much.”
Rose quickly yanks his face to hers and hungrily kisses him. The lipstick’ll get everywhere, but who cares. All she wants to do is kiss, and maybe get laid.
-end-
crosspost:
available_very
galactic_conman
dwfiction
new_who