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Characters: Ninth Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler;
Rated: Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, violence, the best bubble-bath in relative dimensions, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did there would have been no parting of the ways, Rose would be happy and walking funny, and a love of tech isn't the only thing Nine and Jack would be sharing.
Spoilers: AU. If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you may be spoilered. I like to mess with canon.
Summary: By popular request: OT3 Nine/Jack/Rose. One of Jack's exes is out for a bit of revenge. Can the Doctor and Rose figure a way to rescue him before he has to pay the piper? Watch for fancy footwork, a bit of intrigue, occasional plot, and a large excuse for love and smut.
Synchronized Swim: Okay, I freely admit that this one is just silly. I really couldn’t think of any dance performed exclusively in the water and “water sports” means something very different to some people. We’re going to play with water, sex, and the thrill of the hunt in this one.
(Jack stumbles again. Rose knows how to help Jack get his old rhythm back. She leads.)
CHAPTER 28: Synchronized Swim
Grinning, Rose and the Doctor throw themselves into Jack’s arms.
The Doctor figures it’s only fair to team up on the lad after the way he had him panting for more. (And, with any luck, they can help Jack work through those bad memories enough to help him get back up and running. The Doctor’s had whole regenerations where not only was his equipment not up to snuff, but the desire wasn’t there either. (Damned annoying, that.) Fortunately, this latest body seems built for intimate contact.)
And it doesn’t hurt anything that both of his Companions have the most deliciously kissable mouths. And both know what to do with them.
Heaven is being able to touch Jack as freely as he wishes. To run his hands over the smooth planes of his chest and back and hips. To feel the heat of his skin through the heat of the water. (And having Rose there actively spurring them on is beyond anything he could’ve hoped for. He begins to think he might actually be able to keep them both.)
He runs his hand up Jack’s thigh. The lad gasps, breaking the kiss as the Doctor’s fingertips whisper over the head of him. The agonized apology in that look makes the Doctor’s hearts ache in sympathy. “I’m sorry,” says Jack. “I don’t think...”
“Don’t think,” he says quietly as Rose kisses her way up the side of Jack’s throat. “Just feel.” (Poor lad, the Doctor has been in his place. He remembers...)
“But what if I...?”
He snogs the lad hard, as if he could kiss the uncertainty out of him. He can smell the blood racing in the lad’s veins. Hormones. Pheromones. A delicious chemical soup of arousal. He releases the lad’s mouth long enough to let Rose take over. Kisses his own way to the lad’s ear. “You’re thinking again, Jack.”
“I...”
“Stop it.” He runs his hands everywhere, marking the lad again. (Mine, lad. You’re mine. They can’t hurt you anymore now that you belong to me.) Kisses his shoulder hard so the Captain’ll have a love bite to match the one he gave Rose.
After another moment, Jack gently but firmly pushes them away. “This isn’t working.” His eyes are awash with the fear/frustration/arousal/pleading that comes of being afraid he’ll not work right again. “I’m sorry.”
The Doctor stands, water sheeting off him. “Shall we stop, then?”
“No!” The lad catches his hand, urgent. “Please. I...” A little of the old flirt comes back into his eyes. “Maybe if the two of you...?”
Rose grins.
“I know that look.” The Doctor smiles at her. “Had a thought, have you?”
“This ship is psychic, right?” she says. “Gets into your head?”
He’s not sure if he should be afraid. “And what’s got into that lovely head of yours?”
“Wicked thoughts.” She heaves herself up out of the water, splashing him and Jack. “We’ve been taking ourselves entirely too seriously.”
And whatever she says next is utterly lost on him. Rose is wandering about his ship, stark naked. His Rose. The Rose he’s loved with both hearts and whatever soul he might have since the first moment he saw her. And she’s saying something and plotting things out and he really should be paying attention, but he can’t take his eyes off the way she moves. Dancer’s grace. Athlete’s grace. The grace of a --
Jack elbows him hard. “She’ll know if you’re not paying attention because you’ve been ogling,” he murmurs. “And then she might not shag you just out of spite.” He glares, only half-teasing. “I’ll never forgive you if you screw up a sure thing again.”
Lad has a point. But when he turns his attentions back to Rose, he gets a snootful of cold water for his trouble.
Rose laughs at his outrage. “Sure thing, my ass.” She sets the butt of the outrageously multicoloured rifle on her naked hip. “Boys, meet super soaker. Super soaker, boys.”
He blinks in amused disbelief. “You’re using the psychic suggestibility of the TARDIS to create a glorified water pistol?”
“PistolS,” she corrects. “And why not?” She reaches around behind a scenic rock outcropping. Pulls out an even more elaborate plastic weapon. Tosses it to Jack, who catches it handily. “I know what Jack likes.”
She does have a point; the Captain’s never happier than when he’s wielding some hopelessly macho firepower. And at least these guns have the advantage of being more dopey than dangerous.
Jack grins like the madman he is. “Rules of engagement?” He fills the weapon’s chambers with the perfumed water from the pool.
Rose stalks back toward the entrance to the room, the sight of her pink/purple/green weapon trained on them. “I give you blokes a ten-count head start to plot. Then you come and get me... IF you can.”
Enjoying this in spite of himself, he looks to Jack. “Am I completely mistake or did that sound like a challenge to you?”
Jack shrugs with renewed confidence. “Ex-Time Agent and Time Lord against one human girl from the early twenty-first century?” He pumps the weapon to cock it. “Hardly seems fair.”
But when the Doctor turns back to taunt Rose in earnest, she’s disappeared.
He grins at the lad. “I think that means it’s our move.”
The lad grins back. As one, they launch themselves out of the water. Duck behind a rock outcropping.
“This is the plan,” says Jack. “We flank her and you--“
But whatever he was going to say is drowned in a shriek of outrage as a stream of very cold water soaks him. The Doctor’s on his feet in a trice, but not in time to catch Rose, who laughs like a fiend and soaks him but good before disappearing into another hidey-hole behind a spray of orchids.
“That’s CHEATING, that is!” he shouts after her.
Delighted laughter echoes through what appears to be a network of caves in the rocks. “IF you can, boys!”
He and the Captain share a very dark and determined look. He offers a hand. The Captain clasps it, a deal sealed. No more words are necessary.
He cocks an eyebrow in question.
Jack grins. Reaches behind a rock. Pulls out a whole BAGFUL of water balloons.
The Doctor mouths “I love you.”
Jack mouths back “I know.”
The Doctor ducks into the shoulder strap of the bag of water balloons. Jack signals him to head for the cave entrance Rose ducked into. Light-footed to the point of silence, Jack scampers across the room to the other known entrance to the caves.
He hefts one of the water balloons. Calculates its projected flight path based on mass and the fluid nature of its contents. Should be able to douse that scamp of a girl thoroughly before she can even blink.
And then he’ll shag her a good one just to teach her to cheat.
The thought makes him grin. He ducks through the greenery and into the cave’s entrance.
Surprisingly warm in here. Decent lighting too -- soft and soothing to the eyes. He keeps his back to the wall as he moves forward, enjoying the occasional caress of greenery. (Leave it to Rose to manoeuvre them into naked water sports in caves.) He reaches out with his senses. Captain’s heading toward him. Rose is a warm presence between them. (He supposes technically using his telepathic tendencies might be construed as cheating, but consoles himself that she started it.)
Delighted and outraged shrieking echoes toward him. Must mean Jack found Rose first. From the deep laugh that follows, the lad must’ve succeeded not only in surprising her, but in getting the upper hand. Grinning, the Doctor waits.
Sure enough, the patter of feet approach. He cocks his arm back. As soon as his target’s in view, he hurls his missiles.
And soaks Jack with half a dozen balloons.
He pulls up short. “Where’d she get to then?”
“Dunno.” The lad shakes like a dog, spraying droplets. “How’d she get past you? She was right in front of me.’
The caves echo with Rose’s laughter.
The Doctor narrows his eyes. Grins darkly at the lad. Pitches his voice to carry. “Of course you know, this means war!”
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Author: Love! Slash! Angst!
melindakittyCharacters: Ninth Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler;
Rated: Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, violence, the best bubble-bath in relative dimensions, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did there would have been no parting of the ways, Rose would be happy and walking funny, and a love of tech isn't the only thing Nine and Jack would be sharing.
Spoilers: AU. If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you may be spoilered. I like to mess with canon.
Summary: By popular request: OT3 Nine/Jack/Rose. One of Jack's exes is out for a bit of revenge. Can the Doctor and Rose figure a way to rescue him before he has to pay the piper? Watch for fancy footwork, a bit of intrigue, occasional plot, and a large excuse for love and smut.
Synchronized Swim: Okay, I freely admit that this one is just silly. I really couldn’t think of any dance performed exclusively in the water and “water sports” means something very different to some people. We’re going to play with water, sex, and the thrill of the hunt in this one.
(Jack stumbles again. Rose knows how to help Jack get his old rhythm back. She leads.)
CHAPTER 28: Synchronized Swim
Grinning, Rose and the Doctor throw themselves into Jack’s arms.
The Doctor figures it’s only fair to team up on the lad after the way he had him panting for more. (And, with any luck, they can help Jack work through those bad memories enough to help him get back up and running. The Doctor’s had whole regenerations where not only was his equipment not up to snuff, but the desire wasn’t there either. (Damned annoying, that.) Fortunately, this latest body seems built for intimate contact.)
And it doesn’t hurt anything that both of his Companions have the most deliciously kissable mouths. And both know what to do with them.
Heaven is being able to touch Jack as freely as he wishes. To run his hands over the smooth planes of his chest and back and hips. To feel the heat of his skin through the heat of the water. (And having Rose there actively spurring them on is beyond anything he could’ve hoped for. He begins to think he might actually be able to keep them both.)
He runs his hand up Jack’s thigh. The lad gasps, breaking the kiss as the Doctor’s fingertips whisper over the head of him. The agonized apology in that look makes the Doctor’s hearts ache in sympathy. “I’m sorry,” says Jack. “I don’t think...”
“Don’t think,” he says quietly as Rose kisses her way up the side of Jack’s throat. “Just feel.” (Poor lad, the Doctor has been in his place. He remembers...)
“But what if I...?”
He snogs the lad hard, as if he could kiss the uncertainty out of him. He can smell the blood racing in the lad’s veins. Hormones. Pheromones. A delicious chemical soup of arousal. He releases the lad’s mouth long enough to let Rose take over. Kisses his own way to the lad’s ear. “You’re thinking again, Jack.”
“I...”
“Stop it.” He runs his hands everywhere, marking the lad again. (Mine, lad. You’re mine. They can’t hurt you anymore now that you belong to me.) Kisses his shoulder hard so the Captain’ll have a love bite to match the one he gave Rose.
After another moment, Jack gently but firmly pushes them away. “This isn’t working.” His eyes are awash with the fear/frustration/arousal/pleading that comes of being afraid he’ll not work right again. “I’m sorry.”
The Doctor stands, water sheeting off him. “Shall we stop, then?”
“No!” The lad catches his hand, urgent. “Please. I...” A little of the old flirt comes back into his eyes. “Maybe if the two of you...?”
Rose grins.
“I know that look.” The Doctor smiles at her. “Had a thought, have you?”
“This ship is psychic, right?” she says. “Gets into your head?”
He’s not sure if he should be afraid. “And what’s got into that lovely head of yours?”
“Wicked thoughts.” She heaves herself up out of the water, splashing him and Jack. “We’ve been taking ourselves entirely too seriously.”
And whatever she says next is utterly lost on him. Rose is wandering about his ship, stark naked. His Rose. The Rose he’s loved with both hearts and whatever soul he might have since the first moment he saw her. And she’s saying something and plotting things out and he really should be paying attention, but he can’t take his eyes off the way she moves. Dancer’s grace. Athlete’s grace. The grace of a --
Jack elbows him hard. “She’ll know if you’re not paying attention because you’ve been ogling,” he murmurs. “And then she might not shag you just out of spite.” He glares, only half-teasing. “I’ll never forgive you if you screw up a sure thing again.”
Lad has a point. But when he turns his attentions back to Rose, he gets a snootful of cold water for his trouble.
Rose laughs at his outrage. “Sure thing, my ass.” She sets the butt of the outrageously multicoloured rifle on her naked hip. “Boys, meet super soaker. Super soaker, boys.”
He blinks in amused disbelief. “You’re using the psychic suggestibility of the TARDIS to create a glorified water pistol?”
“PistolS,” she corrects. “And why not?” She reaches around behind a scenic rock outcropping. Pulls out an even more elaborate plastic weapon. Tosses it to Jack, who catches it handily. “I know what Jack likes.”
She does have a point; the Captain’s never happier than when he’s wielding some hopelessly macho firepower. And at least these guns have the advantage of being more dopey than dangerous.
Jack grins like the madman he is. “Rules of engagement?” He fills the weapon’s chambers with the perfumed water from the pool.
Rose stalks back toward the entrance to the room, the sight of her pink/purple/green weapon trained on them. “I give you blokes a ten-count head start to plot. Then you come and get me... IF you can.”
Enjoying this in spite of himself, he looks to Jack. “Am I completely mistake or did that sound like a challenge to you?”
Jack shrugs with renewed confidence. “Ex-Time Agent and Time Lord against one human girl from the early twenty-first century?” He pumps the weapon to cock it. “Hardly seems fair.”
But when the Doctor turns back to taunt Rose in earnest, she’s disappeared.
He grins at the lad. “I think that means it’s our move.”
The lad grins back. As one, they launch themselves out of the water. Duck behind a rock outcropping.
“This is the plan,” says Jack. “We flank her and you--“
But whatever he was going to say is drowned in a shriek of outrage as a stream of very cold water soaks him. The Doctor’s on his feet in a trice, but not in time to catch Rose, who laughs like a fiend and soaks him but good before disappearing into another hidey-hole behind a spray of orchids.
“That’s CHEATING, that is!” he shouts after her.
Delighted laughter echoes through what appears to be a network of caves in the rocks. “IF you can, boys!”
He and the Captain share a very dark and determined look. He offers a hand. The Captain clasps it, a deal sealed. No more words are necessary.
He cocks an eyebrow in question.
Jack grins. Reaches behind a rock. Pulls out a whole BAGFUL of water balloons.
The Doctor mouths “I love you.”
Jack mouths back “I know.”
The Doctor ducks into the shoulder strap of the bag of water balloons. Jack signals him to head for the cave entrance Rose ducked into. Light-footed to the point of silence, Jack scampers across the room to the other known entrance to the caves.
He hefts one of the water balloons. Calculates its projected flight path based on mass and the fluid nature of its contents. Should be able to douse that scamp of a girl thoroughly before she can even blink.
And then he’ll shag her a good one just to teach her to cheat.
The thought makes him grin. He ducks through the greenery and into the cave’s entrance.
Surprisingly warm in here. Decent lighting too -- soft and soothing to the eyes. He keeps his back to the wall as he moves forward, enjoying the occasional caress of greenery. (Leave it to Rose to manoeuvre them into naked water sports in caves.) He reaches out with his senses. Captain’s heading toward him. Rose is a warm presence between them. (He supposes technically using his telepathic tendencies might be construed as cheating, but consoles himself that she started it.)
Delighted and outraged shrieking echoes toward him. Must mean Jack found Rose first. From the deep laugh that follows, the lad must’ve succeeded not only in surprising her, but in getting the upper hand. Grinning, the Doctor waits.
Sure enough, the patter of feet approach. He cocks his arm back. As soon as his target’s in view, he hurls his missiles.
And soaks Jack with half a dozen balloons.
He pulls up short. “Where’d she get to then?”
“Dunno.” The lad shakes like a dog, spraying droplets. “How’d she get past you? She was right in front of me.’
The caves echo with Rose’s laughter.
The Doctor narrows his eyes. Grins darkly at the lad. Pitches his voice to carry. “Of course you know, this means war!”
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