Habit-Forming 2b/2 (COMPLETE)
Story: Habit-Forming
Author: wmr
Rated: Mature. Warning: dubious consent
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness
Disclaimer: Not mine. You'd never have guessed, right?
Summary: If one of you doesn’t shag me right now I’m going to explode!
With many thanks to aibhinn for BRing - and happy birthday
Chapter 1: High on Emotion l Chapter 2a: The Big Deal
continued from previous post:
Safe again. Back inside the TARDIS, on the way into the Vortex, all safe, the three of them. Another potentially life-threatening situation averted. But, while normally he’d push it all out of his mind and never invite discussion of it again from either of his companions, this time’s not so easy.
It’s not just that Rose could have died. She could’ve died before in situations he’s got them into - or she’s got herself into. He rescues her - or she rescues herself or, as has happened a few times now, Jack rescues her - she shakes herself off and they move on, putting it behind them.
This time’s different. This time, he’s done something he swore he never would. And that’s not going to be so easily forgotten.
Kissing Rose. Being inside her mind - every bit as intimate as sex, that. And watching her - watching both of them - as she and Jack had sex. Feeling every bit of her reaction along with her. He still had his fingers at her temples even after he knew he had her back, that she was responding to him and Jack. Couldn’t risk letting her slip away again - or, at least, that was his excuse.
No, he’s not going to forget that in a hurry.
One thing surprises him, though. Looking back, he wasn’t at all jealous of Jack. Still isn’t. He expected to be. Was riven with envy and jealousy and even hatred of Jack when he was standing facing the cell wall, waiting for Jack to do what needed to be done to help Rose.
Rose seems to be okay about the whole thing. That’s one thing to be relieved about. Coming out of the drug-induced haze to find one of her travelling companions snogging her and the other about to shag her could easily have left her furious at both of them. She could’ve screamed rape, and it wouldn’t have been too far from the truth.
But she’s okay. She’s laughing with Jack over on the other side of the console... oh, shit. There’s a churning in his stomach as he realises. She was okay with Jack shagging her. Even joked about it with him immediately after. Now he’s going to have to live with the two of them going at it like rabbits in his TARDIS.
Keeping his distance from her was fine as long as Jack did, too. But now, this... This will be unbearable.
With a grunt, he flips the final switch to keep them floating in the Vortex, then backs away from the console. Easy enough to lose himself in the depths of the TARDIS for a few hours. Leave the two of them to exhaust themselves and, by the time they remember he’s around, he’ll have managed to get used to the idea of them together.
But Rose’s voice stops him before he’s even halfway across the room. “Doctor?”
“What?” He lets her hear his impatience. He doesn’t turn around.
She ignores his tone; her own voice is impish. “You promised me I could have both of you. You’re not gonna renege on that, now, are you, Doctor?”
His entire body goes rigid. Without turning around, he says, “Rose, you were drugged.”
“Not drugged now, though, am I?” Still the impish tone, and she’s closer now.
His hands clench into fists. Sense-memory fills his mind... kissing her, tasting her lips, her mouth, the taste of Rose as he pushed beyond the drug. His mind joined to hers, the connection made once he got past the drug and found her.
Impossible, now, to pretend that he doesn’t want her. Or that it wouldn’t be good if he had her. And now she’s temptation he could really do without. She’s young - too young. Far too naïve to know what she’s doing with someone like him -
Her hand’s on his arm. “Doctor, you’re not running away from me, are you?”
He forces himself to turn. “Who, me?”
“Yes, you.” Bloody Jack, standing just a few feet away now and with an irritatingly smug grin on his face. “You can’t make a promise to the lady and then refuse to honour it.”
He’s about to protest again, but catches sight of Rose’s face. No drugs now, that’s clear to see. And, though she’s grinning, she’s not teasing about this. She wants it.
It’s wrong, but... “Be careful what you wish for, Rose,” he warns her, then kisses her.
Better, so much better than before, because she’s not fighting a drug. She’s kissing him because she wants to, because they both want to. She slides her arms up and around his neck, pressing her body against his, and he holds her by the waist, her curves fitting against his as if they were intended to.
Just one kiss, that’ll do it - except that, when he raises his head, the dazed look in her eyes and the way she’s still pressing her body against his makes clear she doesn’t think it’s enough. No, she wants it all. Really wants it, not because it’s chemically-induced, but because she wants him. Simple as that.
But a kiss is far enough, and he has to stop her.
Stepping back before she can read his own body’s reaction to her, he reaches for Jack and, catching the younger man off-guard, tugs him closer. One lunge and he’s snogging Jack, tongue deep in the other man’s mouth. This’ll put Rose off, no question. She was shocked, after all, when Jack sauntered off to distract the guard back in 1941.
But, when he pulls back, Jack’s not the only one looking stunned but aroused. To his chagrin, he’s pretty sure that his expression mirrors Jack’s - and Rose’s. And when the two of them each take a hand and lead him towards the interior of the TARDIS he doesn’t resist... because the two humans aren’t the only ones who want this more than they want to breathe right now.
She’s going to have both of them, after all.
***
When they’re naked, which doesn’t take very long at all, he mirrors the Doctor’s position from earlier, leaving the Doctor to give Rose exactly what she’s wanted from him for a very long time.
Besides, there are times when... watching... is almost as good as doing.
Rose does want this, absolutely, totally, and she’s in her right mind. No drugs. No alien influences at all. Just her and the two of them and something she swears she’s wanted for a very long time. What happened earlier, though it wasn’t how she would have liked things to be between them, she’s actually almost glad about now, she says, because it’s brought them together at last. No more excuses. No more avoiding what they really want, pretending they’re just friends.
The Doctor’s a predator, all single-minded intensity as he comes down onto the bed and kneels in front of Rose, then bends to kiss her as his hands paint circles and swirls over her body. He’s so focused on watching the two of them that it’s a complete shock when those cool, talented lips cover his again in a kiss that seems to promise much more to come.
And then it’s all about Rose as the Doctor stares down at her, blue-grey eyes turning dark and ancient, his body sliding forward and into hers, his hands dark on her pale skin. She’s whimpering as the two of them move together, and he holds her steady, stroking her hair and dropping kisses on her forehead. They’re beautiful, the two of them, the word not at all incongruous as he admires the lines and planes of the Doctor’s body and imagines that, maybe, he’ll be allowed to touch it himself later.
Then, as Rose starts to come, his arms around her tighten and he turns her into his arms, his fingers threaded in her hair as he kisses her again. She’s coming apart in his arms when he glances up and meets the Doctor’s gaze, all smug pride mingled with something close to ecstasy.
Later, he can’t tell how much later, Rose raises herself on one elbow and trails a finger down his chest and stomach, and lower still. He grins at her. “Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish.”
“Who says I’m not?” Her tongue peeps out from the corner of her mouth. “Be nice to know what it’s like to shag you when I’m not drugged out of my skull.”
“Oh, you’ll find out.” He has to kiss her again. “That’s a promise.”
“Good,” she says against his lips, and then her tongue’s in his mouth and he can’t answer. Then his breath’s stolen from him once more when he feels cool fingers, and slightly warmer lips, enclosing his erection. Well, he did always suspect that the Doctor’s flexible too, and he’s got no complaints about that.
Good thing time doesn’t really exist in the Vortex; if he has his way, they’re not moving from this room, this bed, for a very long time to come.
***
Lots of things get to be habits in this life.
Some, she’d just as well do without. Like getting kidnapped, or threatened with imminent, violent or painful death. It’d even be nice to get a break from running for their lives every now and then.
Other things... well, if one thing in particular were to become a habit she wouldn’t complain in the least.
Rolling over with a lazy stretch, she rests her head against the Doctor’s chest, and Jack settles behind her, his body pressed to hers. One lover’s arm is around her waist, the other cupping her face, and she’s ready for sleep. Sleep now, yes, but the grins and murmured promises from the two of them make clear that there’s lots of discovery and pleasure yet to come when they’ve rested.
Some things definitely deserve to become a habit, yes.
END
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