Fic: "...and another one, 'very'."
Title: "...and another one, ‘very'."
Author: mimarie
Summary: All the best parties end up in the kitchen. Set after the end of 'The Doctor Dances'
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: For 'The Empty Child' and 'The Doctor Dances'.
Characters: Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, the Doctor (9th)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the happy space between my ears.
Notes: Written as a sequel of sorts to aeshna-uk's "Actually, the word you use is 'available'..." - (which is not my fault, honestly....) and really ought to be read before this - just because ok? Oh, and also for the 100_situations fanfic challenge, prompt 'Fun'.
Huge thanks to my lovely beta aeshna-uk Anything peculiar remaining is entirely my own fault.
“...and another one, 'very’.”
“So,” the soft word gusted past Rose’s ear, almost lost in the gurgle of rushing water as warm hands settled familiarly on her hips, “where were we?”
Startled, she turned, finding Jack’s blue gaze suddenly much too close for comfort and then blushed furiously as her awkward grip on the overfilled kettle slipped, sending cold water splashing over his shoes. “Here, let me.” His mouth twitching as he took the dripping object out of her hands, Jack glanced down briefly, his quiet chuckle sending shivers down her spine, then pressed closer, reaching past her to deposit the kettle on the worktop. He fumbled with something behind her back, the sly challenge twinkling in his eyes as his free hand slid under the hem of her T-shirt only making the quiet rustling and clinking noises all the more ominous.
“Well? What do you fancy?”
Rose swallowed hard, her heart pounding; she knew exactly what she fancied, he was right there - that wasn’t the question, but… here? Oh god, no, not here - he wasn’t… Her mind racing, the quiet click and sudden burr of power registered faintly, and Jack’s grin widened.
“Tea? Coffee? Nice cup of cocoa?”
“You -” Not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed Rose grabbed at the first thought and thumped Jack’s shoulder, watching amusement dance over his face as she pushed him firmly away with one hand, tugging her T shirt down and managing to force half a scowl before the easy warmth of his smile got the better of her.
“Tea’s in the caddy, the tin one with the ratty-looking willow pattern on it - the other one’s the sugar. He takes two; use the green mug. No, the one with the laughing aardvark - don’t ask - and you’d better remember to warm the pot. Mine’s purple, the one with the rabbits? Just one sugar for me, thanks. You can use any of the others, but mind the handle on the Jackanory mug; he won’t let me throw it out.”
Still feeling awkward, with no idea where to start this particular conversation - or even if she should - Rose turned back to the sink, poking at the soggy litter of teaspoons and toast crumbs with a marmite-streaked knife, half-listening to the chorus of quiet rattles and thunks as Jack found his way around the kitchen.
“Milk?”
“In the fridge.”
Finding it safer not to look, she scraped at the limescale around the taps with the marmitey knife, wondering vaguely if the TARDIS had a problem with hard water, what with the swimming pool and all that, and if so - exactly how would Jack look in trunks... and out of them...
“Okay, thanks. Let’s try that again - fridge?”
“At the end on the left, under the worktop; the white door with the smiley banana magnets. I did ask him why he didn’t get a big one, but he just said 'it would be if he needed it'. It’s the sort of thing he comes out with, you get used to it after a while. Look, Jack -” As the door creaked, Rose turned, the half-formed sentence falling quietly off her tongue at the sight of her single-and-definitely-works-out new friend bending into the fridge. Oh, god, that was - those trousers really were very - that was a really nice... fit, very - oh, god...
Aware that her mouth was beginning to hang open, Rose turned her incoherent squeak into a cough and then caught the amused blue flash and glint of too-white teeth.
“Should I stay like this a bit longer, or have you had enough to keep you going for a while?” Straightening with what Rose considered an entirely gratuitous wiggle, Jack sauntered across the kitchen, stopping with one hand on her hip, his expression intent, warm and close, the same clean hot scent of soap and sweat, that same spicy something and those beautiful long lashes... “Rose?”
“Uh huh?” She shouldn’t, not here, not again. “What? What is it? I mean I was just...” Close enough now that she could reach up and pull him down, just so easily...
“You’re out of milk.” The words caressed her cheek, a faint smile glimmering in Jack’s eyes as he moved closer, “I can’t see any in there at all.”
“What? Oh.”
Milk? What did they need milk for?
“Yeah, no milk, not a drop. Although I could have another look, if you’d like.” Jack nodded seriously; his cheek twitching into a dimple as the tip of his tongue emerged, running slowly over his lower lip, drawing her eyes with it as it caressed the broad sweep of soft, pink...
“I... Well - milk?” She ought to be saying something else, Rose was sure, but there didn’t seem to be any words in there right now, nothing she felt safe letting her tongue loose on without careful consideration, anyway.
“Unless you’d like a better look, check for yourself? I’ll understand if you prefer the hands-on approach.” Distracted suddenly by the fingers caressing her throat, Rose hardly noticed when Jack detached her grip from the edge of the worktop, insinuating his knee gently between her thighs as he slid her hand down over quietly rasping calico to the tight curve of his bum, lips following fingertips to brush over her ear. “As a matter of fact, I’m rather fond of it myself.” Taut flesh and muscle shifted deliciously under her palm as he leaned closer, gnawing softly at her jaw, his lips trailing across her cheek until the soft sweep of his tongue invaded her mouth and he tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her closer still, slow, clever fingers tracing lines of fire on her skin as he deepened the kiss.
Heart racing, the rapid throb of blood following Jack's route over her thighs and shivering though still damp flesh, Rose shuddered, pulling back, trying to concentrate - there was a reason -
“Jack, no, we can’t...”
“Oh, we can, I really can, and I’m sure you can too. I mean, you seemed pretty keen earlier -”
“No - just, well... The Doctor...” Taking a step back, Jack tipped his head, regarding her with a quizzical look.
“I see. I was pretty sure we had some unfinished business to discuss.” Running a lingering look over her body that made Rose blush scarlet, he shrugged, “I wouldn’t want to cause any problems. You two did seem pretty - cosy? - when I teleported you out, but I didn’t think you were...”
“We’re not -” Pulling herself up abruptly, Rose realised what she was about to say - and just how it was going to sound to the man who’d spent five delicious minutes with his hand in her knickers in the middle of a German air raid. “We’re not really...” Not anything? That wasn’t exactly true, but even if the Doctor was determined to tell her he danced - they certainly weren’t - not like that...
“- not exclusive?” Jack’s smile broadened, his voice dropping slightly, “I kind of got that, you just sounded like you were trying to make him jealous back there.”
“What? When?”
“The Om-Com? It works both ways, remember? You get Glenn Miller and I get...” Raising his hands in a gesture that left them much too close to her breasts for Rose’s peace of mind, Jack shrugged, “Look, let’s just say I appreciated you trusting me to come back for you, it was - nice - hearing someone with a bit of confidence in me, but if you’ve changed your mind - or if all you want is a quick kiss and a cuddle, someone to flirt with until he catches up - you should really stop staring before I get the wrong idea.”
And maybe if she didn’t want to kiss him so badly she’d be able to look away... Flushing again, not sure if the heat in her face was because Jack had overheard what she’d said or just him being so close, Rose swallowed heavily, trying to moisten her suddenly dry throat enough to speak - when she found something to say, anyway and - the wrong idea?
“When you say - not exclusive, do you mean - I mean, do you mean that you -” Trying to keep her voice steady, Rose only succeeded in losing the words in a rush as Jack’s brow rose even higher, his thoughtful smile twisting into a broad grin, a possessive grip on her waist pulling her close while warm breath tickled her throat.
“I mean,” Jack’s whisper lifted all the hairs on the nape of her neck, gooseflesh tingling everywhere his fingers had been - everywhere they would be... “why don’t you show me where your bedroom is, and let’s see how long it takes us to get naked.”
“I - um, you know, really, we should -” Mind already halfway down the corridor in spite of her words, Rose couldn’t restrain the hand heading straight for Jack’s backside, his too-bright gaze making it hard to recall exactly what her objection had been.
“You’re right, we should.” Fingertips tantalising her flesh through layers of damp cotton and denim, Jack pressed closer, the edge of the worktop cutting into her back as he captured her mouth again, his hard kiss conspiring with the slowly increasing pressure against her hip to leave her breathless as he drew back. “Unless you think he’ll be waiting for us? Wanting his cup of tea?”
“I -” Rose caught his grin and shook her head, her eyes narrowing. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you. Just you wait ‘til I get you alone. You are so going to regret - oh...”
“Oh, I doubt it. Eager, wet -” Jack’s probing fingertips swept further back, his careful, practiced touch drawing a gasp as he bit gently at her throat, “- and so damn sexy I could drop to my knees right here. I can’t see anything to regret about this. Apart from there being no milk.”
“Fine, you have it your way. Oh, no -” Pulling back with a breathless grin, Rose pushed him away as he leaned in to nibble her collarbone. “Don’t you start that again. Jack!” Her grin spread into a giggle as he grabbed her around the waist, running his fingertips slowly up her spine and wriggling against her subtly placed elbow in the ribs, trying to hold her still long enough to kiss. “Stop it - I’m going - going to tell the Doctor we’re out of milk, we could stop off, get some... look, you -”
“Yeah. You should do that. I just need to -” Twanging Rose’s bra strap gleefully, Jack wobbled backwards into the table, setting the mugs rattling as he adjusted himself absently, his perfect smile spreading into a simple happy grin.
“You know something? I think I’m going to like it here.”
*
“Well I’m not drinking it black.” The Doctor turned, still holding the loose bundle of wires in one hand, and rolled his eyes at Jack. “And unless he’s got a pocketful of coupons and you fancy skimmed on your coco pops, we’re not going straight back where we came from. I won’t be long - maybe half an hour, could be a bit longer - then I’ll find somewhere with a nice Tesco you can go forage in. And you’d better find something else for Biggles here to wear first, unless you want to give half the ex-servicemen in Streatham a heart attack. For one reason or another, anyway. Go on, bugger off - I’m getting some odd readings, probably something to do with running a half-arsed wild goose chase most of the way across the galaxy.” Raising a sardonic eyebrow at Jack, who smiled sheepishly, the Doctor twisted back under the console, and then paused, sensing a lack of movement in the room behind him.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Directions?”
“Nope. Come on then, Biggles - let’s go see what we can find that’ll fit you, shall we?” Rose smiled brightly, extending a hand to the grinning man next to her. “You’re just going to love the wardrobe, it’s amazing. Huge, lots of interesting nooks and crannies and the most incredible collection of scarves...”
As Rose’s voice and Jack’s answering noises faded along the corridor, the Doctor sighed wearily, leaning back into the console and scratching his head.
“Homo sapiens: the most subtle and unreadable species in the known universe. Remind me why I put up with them again?”
Cocking his head on one side, he sighed again and nodded, “I know, I know. Just - don’t let me go that way by accident for an hour or so, okay, old girl? Maybe they’ll get it out of their systems....” Glancing up sharply as the lights flashed he thumped the edge of the console not indelicately, shaking his head; “All right, it’s not that funny. Come on, now - show me where it hurts again...”
Author: mimarie
Summary: All the best parties end up in the kitchen. Set after the end of 'The Doctor Dances'
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: For 'The Empty Child' and 'The Doctor Dances'.
Characters: Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, the Doctor (9th)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the happy space between my ears.
Notes: Written as a sequel of sorts to aeshna-uk's "Actually, the word you use is 'available'..." - (which is not my fault, honestly....) and really ought to be read before this - just because ok? Oh, and also for the 100_situations fanfic challenge, prompt 'Fun'.
Huge thanks to my lovely beta aeshna-uk Anything peculiar remaining is entirely my own fault.
“...and another one, 'very’.”
“So,” the soft word gusted past Rose’s ear, almost lost in the gurgle of rushing water as warm hands settled familiarly on her hips, “where were we?”
Startled, she turned, finding Jack’s blue gaze suddenly much too close for comfort and then blushed furiously as her awkward grip on the overfilled kettle slipped, sending cold water splashing over his shoes. “Here, let me.” His mouth twitching as he took the dripping object out of her hands, Jack glanced down briefly, his quiet chuckle sending shivers down her spine, then pressed closer, reaching past her to deposit the kettle on the worktop. He fumbled with something behind her back, the sly challenge twinkling in his eyes as his free hand slid under the hem of her T-shirt only making the quiet rustling and clinking noises all the more ominous.
“Well? What do you fancy?”
Rose swallowed hard, her heart pounding; she knew exactly what she fancied, he was right there - that wasn’t the question, but… here? Oh god, no, not here - he wasn’t… Her mind racing, the quiet click and sudden burr of power registered faintly, and Jack’s grin widened.
“Tea? Coffee? Nice cup of cocoa?”
“You -” Not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed Rose grabbed at the first thought and thumped Jack’s shoulder, watching amusement dance over his face as she pushed him firmly away with one hand, tugging her T shirt down and managing to force half a scowl before the easy warmth of his smile got the better of her.
“Tea’s in the caddy, the tin one with the ratty-looking willow pattern on it - the other one’s the sugar. He takes two; use the green mug. No, the one with the laughing aardvark - don’t ask - and you’d better remember to warm the pot. Mine’s purple, the one with the rabbits? Just one sugar for me, thanks. You can use any of the others, but mind the handle on the Jackanory mug; he won’t let me throw it out.”
Still feeling awkward, with no idea where to start this particular conversation - or even if she should - Rose turned back to the sink, poking at the soggy litter of teaspoons and toast crumbs with a marmite-streaked knife, half-listening to the chorus of quiet rattles and thunks as Jack found his way around the kitchen.
“Milk?”
“In the fridge.”
Finding it safer not to look, she scraped at the limescale around the taps with the marmitey knife, wondering vaguely if the TARDIS had a problem with hard water, what with the swimming pool and all that, and if so - exactly how would Jack look in trunks... and out of them...
“Okay, thanks. Let’s try that again - fridge?”
“At the end on the left, under the worktop; the white door with the smiley banana magnets. I did ask him why he didn’t get a big one, but he just said 'it would be if he needed it'. It’s the sort of thing he comes out with, you get used to it after a while. Look, Jack -” As the door creaked, Rose turned, the half-formed sentence falling quietly off her tongue at the sight of her single-and-definitely-works-out new friend bending into the fridge. Oh, god, that was - those trousers really were very - that was a really nice... fit, very - oh, god...
Aware that her mouth was beginning to hang open, Rose turned her incoherent squeak into a cough and then caught the amused blue flash and glint of too-white teeth.
“Should I stay like this a bit longer, or have you had enough to keep you going for a while?” Straightening with what Rose considered an entirely gratuitous wiggle, Jack sauntered across the kitchen, stopping with one hand on her hip, his expression intent, warm and close, the same clean hot scent of soap and sweat, that same spicy something and those beautiful long lashes... “Rose?”
“Uh huh?” She shouldn’t, not here, not again. “What? What is it? I mean I was just...” Close enough now that she could reach up and pull him down, just so easily...
“You’re out of milk.” The words caressed her cheek, a faint smile glimmering in Jack’s eyes as he moved closer, “I can’t see any in there at all.”
“What? Oh.”
Milk? What did they need milk for?
“Yeah, no milk, not a drop. Although I could have another look, if you’d like.” Jack nodded seriously; his cheek twitching into a dimple as the tip of his tongue emerged, running slowly over his lower lip, drawing her eyes with it as it caressed the broad sweep of soft, pink...
“I... Well - milk?” She ought to be saying something else, Rose was sure, but there didn’t seem to be any words in there right now, nothing she felt safe letting her tongue loose on without careful consideration, anyway.
“Unless you’d like a better look, check for yourself? I’ll understand if you prefer the hands-on approach.” Distracted suddenly by the fingers caressing her throat, Rose hardly noticed when Jack detached her grip from the edge of the worktop, insinuating his knee gently between her thighs as he slid her hand down over quietly rasping calico to the tight curve of his bum, lips following fingertips to brush over her ear. “As a matter of fact, I’m rather fond of it myself.” Taut flesh and muscle shifted deliciously under her palm as he leaned closer, gnawing softly at her jaw, his lips trailing across her cheek until the soft sweep of his tongue invaded her mouth and he tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her closer still, slow, clever fingers tracing lines of fire on her skin as he deepened the kiss.
Heart racing, the rapid throb of blood following Jack's route over her thighs and shivering though still damp flesh, Rose shuddered, pulling back, trying to concentrate - there was a reason -
“Jack, no, we can’t...”
“Oh, we can, I really can, and I’m sure you can too. I mean, you seemed pretty keen earlier -”
“No - just, well... The Doctor...” Taking a step back, Jack tipped his head, regarding her with a quizzical look.
“I see. I was pretty sure we had some unfinished business to discuss.” Running a lingering look over her body that made Rose blush scarlet, he shrugged, “I wouldn’t want to cause any problems. You two did seem pretty - cosy? - when I teleported you out, but I didn’t think you were...”
“We’re not -” Pulling herself up abruptly, Rose realised what she was about to say - and just how it was going to sound to the man who’d spent five delicious minutes with his hand in her knickers in the middle of a German air raid. “We’re not really...” Not anything? That wasn’t exactly true, but even if the Doctor was determined to tell her he danced - they certainly weren’t - not like that...
“- not exclusive?” Jack’s smile broadened, his voice dropping slightly, “I kind of got that, you just sounded like you were trying to make him jealous back there.”
“What? When?”
“The Om-Com? It works both ways, remember? You get Glenn Miller and I get...” Raising his hands in a gesture that left them much too close to her breasts for Rose’s peace of mind, Jack shrugged, “Look, let’s just say I appreciated you trusting me to come back for you, it was - nice - hearing someone with a bit of confidence in me, but if you’ve changed your mind - or if all you want is a quick kiss and a cuddle, someone to flirt with until he catches up - you should really stop staring before I get the wrong idea.”
And maybe if she didn’t want to kiss him so badly she’d be able to look away... Flushing again, not sure if the heat in her face was because Jack had overheard what she’d said or just him being so close, Rose swallowed heavily, trying to moisten her suddenly dry throat enough to speak - when she found something to say, anyway and - the wrong idea?
“When you say - not exclusive, do you mean - I mean, do you mean that you -” Trying to keep her voice steady, Rose only succeeded in losing the words in a rush as Jack’s brow rose even higher, his thoughtful smile twisting into a broad grin, a possessive grip on her waist pulling her close while warm breath tickled her throat.
“I mean,” Jack’s whisper lifted all the hairs on the nape of her neck, gooseflesh tingling everywhere his fingers had been - everywhere they would be... “why don’t you show me where your bedroom is, and let’s see how long it takes us to get naked.”
“I - um, you know, really, we should -” Mind already halfway down the corridor in spite of her words, Rose couldn’t restrain the hand heading straight for Jack’s backside, his too-bright gaze making it hard to recall exactly what her objection had been.
“You’re right, we should.” Fingertips tantalising her flesh through layers of damp cotton and denim, Jack pressed closer, the edge of the worktop cutting into her back as he captured her mouth again, his hard kiss conspiring with the slowly increasing pressure against her hip to leave her breathless as he drew back. “Unless you think he’ll be waiting for us? Wanting his cup of tea?”
“I -” Rose caught his grin and shook her head, her eyes narrowing. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you. Just you wait ‘til I get you alone. You are so going to regret - oh...”
“Oh, I doubt it. Eager, wet -” Jack’s probing fingertips swept further back, his careful, practiced touch drawing a gasp as he bit gently at her throat, “- and so damn sexy I could drop to my knees right here. I can’t see anything to regret about this. Apart from there being no milk.”
“Fine, you have it your way. Oh, no -” Pulling back with a breathless grin, Rose pushed him away as he leaned in to nibble her collarbone. “Don’t you start that again. Jack!” Her grin spread into a giggle as he grabbed her around the waist, running his fingertips slowly up her spine and wriggling against her subtly placed elbow in the ribs, trying to hold her still long enough to kiss. “Stop it - I’m going - going to tell the Doctor we’re out of milk, we could stop off, get some... look, you -”
“Yeah. You should do that. I just need to -” Twanging Rose’s bra strap gleefully, Jack wobbled backwards into the table, setting the mugs rattling as he adjusted himself absently, his perfect smile spreading into a simple happy grin.
“You know something? I think I’m going to like it here.”
*
“Well I’m not drinking it black.” The Doctor turned, still holding the loose bundle of wires in one hand, and rolled his eyes at Jack. “And unless he’s got a pocketful of coupons and you fancy skimmed on your coco pops, we’re not going straight back where we came from. I won’t be long - maybe half an hour, could be a bit longer - then I’ll find somewhere with a nice Tesco you can go forage in. And you’d better find something else for Biggles here to wear first, unless you want to give half the ex-servicemen in Streatham a heart attack. For one reason or another, anyway. Go on, bugger off - I’m getting some odd readings, probably something to do with running a half-arsed wild goose chase most of the way across the galaxy.” Raising a sardonic eyebrow at Jack, who smiled sheepishly, the Doctor twisted back under the console, and then paused, sensing a lack of movement in the room behind him.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Directions?”
“Nope. Come on then, Biggles - let’s go see what we can find that’ll fit you, shall we?” Rose smiled brightly, extending a hand to the grinning man next to her. “You’re just going to love the wardrobe, it’s amazing. Huge, lots of interesting nooks and crannies and the most incredible collection of scarves...”
As Rose’s voice and Jack’s answering noises faded along the corridor, the Doctor sighed wearily, leaning back into the console and scratching his head.
“Homo sapiens: the most subtle and unreadable species in the known universe. Remind me why I put up with them again?”
Cocking his head on one side, he sighed again and nodded, “I know, I know. Just - don’t let me go that way by accident for an hour or so, okay, old girl? Maybe they’ll get it out of their systems....” Glancing up sharply as the lights flashed he thumped the edge of the console not indelicately, shaking his head; “All right, it’s not that funny. Come on, now - show me where it hurts again...”