fic: tiny bubbles (who: tenth doctor/jack, pg-13)
title: tiny bubbles
author: phinnia
pairing: ten/jack
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
rating: pg-13ish
author's note: first of my fics for kissbingo. prompt used was 'body: knees'. unabashed fluff.
It took Jack twenty minutes to find the wine, ten minutes to find the corkscrew, and another half hour to find his way back to the bathroom with the marble fixtures (and the Doctor) once he'd managed to get the bottle open. The Tardis' happiness and amusement was palpable as he wound his way through the halls, so he decided to just trust that she had his and the Doctor's best interests at heart and wasn't trying to artificially delay him due to jealousy or some other negative reason. They were both after the same thing, he and the Tardis - a happy Doctor - and he tried to assure her of that on his way from the kitchen to the bath.
"I'm sure you understand, beautiful." Jack murmured, trailing his fingers along a coral strut as he fiddled with the doorknob. "He'll always be yours in some way, I'm sure - but we can share him, can't we? I'm certainly not trying to take him away from you, if that's what you're worrying about. We're not about to settle down on some planet with a mortgage and a mailbox, promise."
The ambient hum was a shade brighter, and the hinges on the door seemed to stop sticking. Jack grinned and bumped the door open with his hip. "I'm back ... sorry it took so long. I think Herself wanted a little reassurance as to my intentions."
There was no response. Jack set the bottle and glasses down on the counter and breathed in deeply, surveying the room for his missing partner. "Doctor?"
The bath was enormous, the central feature of the massive tiled room; it was raised on a dais two steps higher than the rest of the fixtures. Jack could hear the bathtub's jets humming and the bubbles in the tub foaming and popping gently as the currents swirled them around the enclosure. As his eyes adjusted to the steamy room, Jack finally noticed the twin points of the Doctor's knees poking up through the soap.
Jack grinned to himself, set the wine and glasses down beside the tub and quickly stripped off his clothes. He knelt on the steps and leaned forward, stretching quietly and carefully so he could manage this without being detected. Setting one hand on the side of the tub to steady himself, he leaned forward and gently kissed the sweet-tasting apex of the Doctor's knees, letting his tongue carefully trace the angle of that sweet arch and commit it to memory.
A crashing, wriggling wave disrupted the silence, and the Doctor's head emerged from the nest of bubbles. He was clearly trying not to laugh. "Stop that!"
"Stop what?" Jack fished the Doctor's calf out of the water and leaned down again. "You're delicious."
"And ticklish there, which you know." The Doctor ran a fistful of bubbles through Jack's hair. "Get in and let's do this properly, at least."
"Mmm. Don't have to ask me twice." Jack eased himself into the tub, moaning softly as he knelt down. The water was warm and soapy as it flowed up around him, slopped against the sloping sides of the tub. The Doctor's long fingers danced around Jack's waist, tugging him gently to sit on the floor of the bath between his bowed knees. Jack reached over the side of the tub and plucked one of the long stemmed glasses off the floor. He took a long sip and hummed into it quietly, pleased.
"Credit for your thoughts." the Doctor's voice was quiet; it echoed in the warm, steamy room.
"You'd get change." Jack laughed. He took another sip of wine and ran his fingers along the sharp angle of the Doctor's bent leg. "Nothing bad, I promise. Just - after the Gamestation, after Utopia, after everything, it's hard to believe that we're here, now, doing this. You know?"
"Yes." the Doctor murmured, nuzzling the soft fuzz on the nape of Jack's neck. "I know."
author: phinnia
pairing: ten/jack
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
rating: pg-13ish
author's note: first of my fics for kissbingo. prompt used was 'body: knees'. unabashed fluff.
It took Jack twenty minutes to find the wine, ten minutes to find the corkscrew, and another half hour to find his way back to the bathroom with the marble fixtures (and the Doctor) once he'd managed to get the bottle open. The Tardis' happiness and amusement was palpable as he wound his way through the halls, so he decided to just trust that she had his and the Doctor's best interests at heart and wasn't trying to artificially delay him due to jealousy or some other negative reason. They were both after the same thing, he and the Tardis - a happy Doctor - and he tried to assure her of that on his way from the kitchen to the bath.
"I'm sure you understand, beautiful." Jack murmured, trailing his fingers along a coral strut as he fiddled with the doorknob. "He'll always be yours in some way, I'm sure - but we can share him, can't we? I'm certainly not trying to take him away from you, if that's what you're worrying about. We're not about to settle down on some planet with a mortgage and a mailbox, promise."
The ambient hum was a shade brighter, and the hinges on the door seemed to stop sticking. Jack grinned and bumped the door open with his hip. "I'm back ... sorry it took so long. I think Herself wanted a little reassurance as to my intentions."
There was no response. Jack set the bottle and glasses down on the counter and breathed in deeply, surveying the room for his missing partner. "Doctor?"
The bath was enormous, the central feature of the massive tiled room; it was raised on a dais two steps higher than the rest of the fixtures. Jack could hear the bathtub's jets humming and the bubbles in the tub foaming and popping gently as the currents swirled them around the enclosure. As his eyes adjusted to the steamy room, Jack finally noticed the twin points of the Doctor's knees poking up through the soap.
Jack grinned to himself, set the wine and glasses down beside the tub and quickly stripped off his clothes. He knelt on the steps and leaned forward, stretching quietly and carefully so he could manage this without being detected. Setting one hand on the side of the tub to steady himself, he leaned forward and gently kissed the sweet-tasting apex of the Doctor's knees, letting his tongue carefully trace the angle of that sweet arch and commit it to memory.
A crashing, wriggling wave disrupted the silence, and the Doctor's head emerged from the nest of bubbles. He was clearly trying not to laugh. "Stop that!"
"Stop what?" Jack fished the Doctor's calf out of the water and leaned down again. "You're delicious."
"And ticklish there, which you know." The Doctor ran a fistful of bubbles through Jack's hair. "Get in and let's do this properly, at least."
"Mmm. Don't have to ask me twice." Jack eased himself into the tub, moaning softly as he knelt down. The water was warm and soapy as it flowed up around him, slopped against the sloping sides of the tub. The Doctor's long fingers danced around Jack's waist, tugging him gently to sit on the floor of the bath between his bowed knees. Jack reached over the side of the tub and plucked one of the long stemmed glasses off the floor. He took a long sip and hummed into it quietly, pleased.
"Credit for your thoughts." the Doctor's voice was quiet; it echoed in the warm, steamy room.
"You'd get change." Jack laughed. He took another sip of wine and ran his fingers along the sharp angle of the Doctor's bent leg. "Nothing bad, I promise. Just - after the Gamestation, after Utopia, after everything, it's hard to believe that we're here, now, doing this. You know?"
"Yes." the Doctor murmured, nuzzling the soft fuzz on the nape of Jack's neck. "I know."