Dr Who - fic - Making Memories, Playing Games, Nine/Rose/Jack, NC-17
Title - Making Memories, Playing Games
Author - laurab1
Threesome - Nine/Rose/Jack
Rating - NC-17 aka 18 (kink, hurt/comfort, sex positivity)
Length - 750 words
Summary - Jack’s attention had focused on the cuffs. His eyes had gone horribly dark, and she’d watched him shiver, shake his head.
Spoilers - just for the end of New Who S1
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Written to a prompt/request from joking on saying_yes_2010, where this was first posted, and where there’s plenty more TW/DW smut ;)
Prompt: Something the trio is doing/is planning to do in bed triggers memories of past dub!con/non!con or other negative experiences for Jack. He wants to overcome it, so his partners help reassure him and work through it.
Making Memories, Playing Games
by Laura
“As nice as all this cuddling is, it’s not getting me shagged,” Rose says, gently easing herself from Jack’s clutching arms. Letting her go, he laughs, but it’s a bit forced.
I’ve only just put them on!
Well, take them off, again! Something’s wrong, we worked that out.
An eye signal or two, and the Doctor’s shuffling around on the bed, removing a chain, unlocking from her wrists the fur-lined cuffs that had put a sudden halt to proceedings. One minute, they were trying a new game (for her, at least), the next, Jack’s attention had focused on the cuffs. His eyes had gone horribly dark, and she’d watched him shiver, shake his head. It had looked like Jack was saying no to sex, and that very rarely happened. Concerned, she’d turned to the Doctor, and he’d nodded at her.
You go first.
Right. “Jack?” she’d said, lowering her arms, pushing herself up to a sitting position.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he’d whispered, pasting on a false smile.
A deep breath, and arms spread, she’d softly ordered, “Come here.”
He’d quickly gone to her, and she’d held him tight.
Now she had to ask the awkward questions. Well, she would if Jack was paying attention to her, and not glaring at the removed cuffs, which now sat among the bedclothes. God, she’s still horny.
“What was all that about, Captain?” the Doctor asks, saving her the immediate trouble.
“Just memories, Doc,” he hastily replies.
The Doctor reaches out, and tips Jack’s chin up. “Stop that heart of yours hammering away, and look at me, lad.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack whispers.
“Sex memories?”
“Yeah.” Another awkward laugh.
“Bad sex memories?”
That’s gotta be it.
“Yeah.”
Jack looks and sounds embarrassed, so Rose takes his hand in hers. He raises it to his lips, kisses it. She nods at him, smiles. Go on.
He nods back, sighs. “Okay, listen, you two. First time I was cuffed, I was kinda young. I thought I wanted it, thought I was ready, but I got scared. So scared, that I couldn’t tell the girl who’d cuffed me that I then didn’t want it. We still shagged, but it was over real quick, and I got the hell outta there as soon as I could.”
No means no, her mum had made absolutely bloody sure she understood that. The cuffs had reminded Captain Jack Harkness, of all people, about a time when he hadn’t been able to say no. “Oh, Jack,” she says, for lack of anything better. But she understands, because there had been a time when she hadn’t been able to say no.
And the less time she spends remembering that, the better.
“It was years ago, sweetheart,” he replies, softly kissing her lips. Expression changing, with his free hand, he grabs the cuffs and chain. “Give me your hand, Doc.”
“Jack,” the Doctor says, in a careful tone, but offering his upturned palm.
“Help me stick the bad memory back in the box, Doc, please,” Jack tells him, handing over the restraints. “Cuff me, and shag me. I want it, I want you. I want both of you.”
“Then you’ve got us, Captain.”
“Yeah, Jack.”
More shuffling around, and Jack gets himself in the middle of the bed. He moves his arms above his head, and the cuffs go on his wrists without another word. Rose watches her blokes kiss, and she’s never gonna tire of seeing that.
“What’s all this about, Captain?” the Doctor asks, echoing the earlier conversation.
“Sex, Doc. Making a new memory. Playing an old game.”
“It’s a new game for me, Jack,” Rose says, leaning in, kissing him herself. “The sooner you’ve had your turn, the sooner I can have mine. And I want you to cuff me, then, Captain.”
That prospect makes Jack’s grin reappear, she sees, leaning back. “Gladly, Rose Tyler. Very gladly indeed.”
“As nice all this talking is, it’s not getting anyone shagged,” the Doctor tells them.
Jack laughs. “Hell, no. Let’s get on with it, then. Make a new memory, play an old game. I’m cuffed, I want to be cuffed and shagged.”
“And you want us to shag you, Jack,” Rose says, letting him see her kissing the Doctor.
“Yeah, Rose. I do.”
All the kisses they’ve shared have helped matters quite considerably. She wraps a hand around his cock, squeezes, strokes.
“Think that can be arranged, Captain,” the Doctor says, his hand joining hers.
Between them, they make Jack scream.
Definitely cuffed and shagged.
-end-
Author - laurab1
Threesome - Nine/Rose/Jack
Rating - NC-17 aka 18 (kink, hurt/comfort, sex positivity)
Length - 750 words
Summary - Jack’s attention had focused on the cuffs. His eyes had gone horribly dark, and she’d watched him shiver, shake his head.
Spoilers - just for the end of New Who S1
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Written to a prompt/request from joking on saying_yes_2010, where this was first posted, and where there’s plenty more TW/DW smut ;)
Prompt: Something the trio is doing/is planning to do in bed triggers memories of past dub!con/non!con or other negative experiences for Jack. He wants to overcome it, so his partners help reassure him and work through it.
Making Memories, Playing Games
by Laura
“As nice as all this cuddling is, it’s not getting me shagged,” Rose says, gently easing herself from Jack’s clutching arms. Letting her go, he laughs, but it’s a bit forced.
I’ve only just put them on!
Well, take them off, again! Something’s wrong, we worked that out.
An eye signal or two, and the Doctor’s shuffling around on the bed, removing a chain, unlocking from her wrists the fur-lined cuffs that had put a sudden halt to proceedings. One minute, they were trying a new game (for her, at least), the next, Jack’s attention had focused on the cuffs. His eyes had gone horribly dark, and she’d watched him shiver, shake his head. It had looked like Jack was saying no to sex, and that very rarely happened. Concerned, she’d turned to the Doctor, and he’d nodded at her.
You go first.
Right. “Jack?” she’d said, lowering her arms, pushing herself up to a sitting position.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he’d whispered, pasting on a false smile.
A deep breath, and arms spread, she’d softly ordered, “Come here.”
He’d quickly gone to her, and she’d held him tight.
Now she had to ask the awkward questions. Well, she would if Jack was paying attention to her, and not glaring at the removed cuffs, which now sat among the bedclothes. God, she’s still horny.
“What was all that about, Captain?” the Doctor asks, saving her the immediate trouble.
“Just memories, Doc,” he hastily replies.
The Doctor reaches out, and tips Jack’s chin up. “Stop that heart of yours hammering away, and look at me, lad.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack whispers.
“Sex memories?”
“Yeah.” Another awkward laugh.
“Bad sex memories?”
That’s gotta be it.
“Yeah.”
Jack looks and sounds embarrassed, so Rose takes his hand in hers. He raises it to his lips, kisses it. She nods at him, smiles. Go on.
He nods back, sighs. “Okay, listen, you two. First time I was cuffed, I was kinda young. I thought I wanted it, thought I was ready, but I got scared. So scared, that I couldn’t tell the girl who’d cuffed me that I then didn’t want it. We still shagged, but it was over real quick, and I got the hell outta there as soon as I could.”
No means no, her mum had made absolutely bloody sure she understood that. The cuffs had reminded Captain Jack Harkness, of all people, about a time when he hadn’t been able to say no. “Oh, Jack,” she says, for lack of anything better. But she understands, because there had been a time when she hadn’t been able to say no.
And the less time she spends remembering that, the better.
“It was years ago, sweetheart,” he replies, softly kissing her lips. Expression changing, with his free hand, he grabs the cuffs and chain. “Give me your hand, Doc.”
“Jack,” the Doctor says, in a careful tone, but offering his upturned palm.
“Help me stick the bad memory back in the box, Doc, please,” Jack tells him, handing over the restraints. “Cuff me, and shag me. I want it, I want you. I want both of you.”
“Then you’ve got us, Captain.”
“Yeah, Jack.”
More shuffling around, and Jack gets himself in the middle of the bed. He moves his arms above his head, and the cuffs go on his wrists without another word. Rose watches her blokes kiss, and she’s never gonna tire of seeing that.
“What’s all this about, Captain?” the Doctor asks, echoing the earlier conversation.
“Sex, Doc. Making a new memory. Playing an old game.”
“It’s a new game for me, Jack,” Rose says, leaning in, kissing him herself. “The sooner you’ve had your turn, the sooner I can have mine. And I want you to cuff me, then, Captain.”
That prospect makes Jack’s grin reappear, she sees, leaning back. “Gladly, Rose Tyler. Very gladly indeed.”
“As nice all this talking is, it’s not getting anyone shagged,” the Doctor tells them.
Jack laughs. “Hell, no. Let’s get on with it, then. Make a new memory, play an old game. I’m cuffed, I want to be cuffed and shagged.”
“And you want us to shag you, Jack,” Rose says, letting him see her kissing the Doctor.
“Yeah, Rose. I do.”
All the kisses they’ve shared have helped matters quite considerably. She wraps a hand around his cock, squeezes, strokes.
“Think that can be arranged, Captain,” the Doctor says, his hand joining hers.
Between them, they make Jack scream.
Definitely cuffed and shagged.
-end-