Pleasure Cruise (5/5)

[earlgreytea68]

Title - Pleasure Cruise (5/5)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Adult
Characters - Ten, Rose, Jackie, Jack, OCs
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - The Doctor goes on a cruise. Hijinks ensue. (Did you expect anything less?)
Author's Notes - ramblinsuze's winning Support Stacie fic, which she has graciously agreed to share with all of you. Her prompt requested an encounter between the family and the Zygons.

Thank you to jlrpuck, who beta'd while ill; Kristin, who gave me much enthusiastic support as I was brainstorming this fic; and rosa_acicularis, for invaluable help with Classic Who and this mysterious thing called "plot."

The gorgeous icon was created by swankkat for me, commissioned by
jlrpuckfor my birthday.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four


Jackie was insistent that she take an airplane home like a normal person. She’d had enough of alien technology to last a lifetime, she told him. And then added, as an afterthought, “No offense.” The Doctor decided none was taken, and he and Jack took the TARDIS back to Torchwood, landing in the Hub. The kids fell on him noisily and enthusiastically, as did Madrid and Seville.

“Well done on the teleport,” he told Tosh, who blushed happily, and then looked around. “Where’s Rose?”

“Here,” she said, breathlessly, running into the Hub carrying food, and he realized he must have gotten his times a bit off, if she had been away on an errand, and then she dropped the food and raced straight toward him, leaping into his arms.

He grunted in surprise as he caught her. “Hello,” he said.

“Hello,” she grinned down at him, and then kissed him.

“Where’s Jackie?” asked a voice, and everyone looked at Rodney.

“Oh,” said the Doctor, putting Rose down and sticking his hands in his pockets. “She’s taking a plane. Refused my invitation for a ride.”

“But she’s okay?” Rodney clarified.

“She’s perfect.” The Doctor looked at Rose. “Really, she’s fine. She was brilliant.”

“You’ve got a little while before you have to go pick up Jackie, right?” commented Gwen. “We can take the kids for more food, if you want.”

Rose looked, ruefully, at where Ianto-and an eager Madrid and Seville-were picking up the spilled food. “Sorry, guys.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Gwen waved the apology away. “Come on, kids. Food in Cardiff? What do you say?”

The kids looked amenable to that, and the Torchwood team began to file away.

“Coming along, Rodney?” asked Tosh, kindly.

Rodney shrugged. “I suppose.”

“We’ll bring you something back,” Gwen promised, as they exited.

The Doctor and Rose looked at each other.

Then Jack poked his head back into the Hub. “By the way,” he said. “I’m going to fix that shower sex thing for the two of you. I’m going to write down some directions. And some visual aids.”

“Get out,” the Doctor told him, good-naturedly, and Jack, grinning, obeyed.

“Why would you tell him I don’t like shower sex?” Rose asked him.

“I didn’t. He overheard. It was how I knew the fake Rose wasn’t you. She was way too enthusiastic about the shower sex.”

“Oh,” said Rose. “Did you…”

He shook his head. “No. She did kiss me, though. It was a bit like kissing Cassandra.”

“Yeah?” Rose grinned at him, tongue caught between her teeth. “Did you know the difference immediately?”

“Of course,” he sniffed, indignantly.

“I think they left so you could shag me.”

“Oh,” he said. “I know they did.” And he swung her into the TARDIS and closed the door behind them and then kissed her, hungrily. He was surprised to discover how much he wanted her as soon as he began kissing her. It had been a terrifying, exhausting day, and he had made it through to tell Rose that he loved her, and he wanted the comfort of being buried inside her, surrounded by her, while she held him close and told him it would be alright. “I want you,” he mumbled, around his kisses.

“I know,” she mumbled back.

“Now.”

“Always,” she gasped, as a hand found her breast, brushed at the nipple.

They stumbled together, against the captain’s chair, distracted by kisses, and he paused and unbuttoned her jeans, unzipping them.

“Off,” he said, with a little movement of his head, and she toed her sneakers off, wriggled out of them, and then glanced at him pointedly as she pulled her shirt over her head.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Not yet. I want to taste you first.” He reached out, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed gently, until she sat on the captain’s chair.

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Here?”

“How often do we get to make love in the console room anymore, Rose?”

“Never.”

“Exactly.” He dropped to his knees, spreading her legs apart and surveying like a general planning his attack.

Rose watched him, coiled with anticipation, and then, being able to stand it no longer, squirmed. “Well?” she prompted.

He smirked up at her, before planting a kiss on her knee, working his way slowly up the inside of her thigh. Rose’s head fell back, and she shifted her angle for him, and gasped as he found home.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, arching helplessly. “You’re so very good at this.”

“Startlingly good,” he hummed against her, and she said, “Oh,” desperately and clawed her hands into his hair. “Unimaginably good. Quite astonishingly good.” He slid a finger into her, while still working her with his tongue, and she made a very agreeable noise and arched more fervently against him. “I must say.” He added another finger; she squeaked with pleasure. “I’m better at this than anything. And I’m good at almost everything.”

Rose was vaguely aware he was talking to her, but was by now so close she didn’t care. Her hips moved against his mouth and his hand, and she forced her eyes open to look down at him, fully dressed in a suit that was a bit bedraggled, messy tangled hair cradled between her legs, bathed in the light of the console room, and Rose cried out as she tipped over the edge and almost lost her precarious balance on the seat, except that the Doctor reached a steadying hand out to her hip, still coaxing the remnants of the orgasm out of her expertly.

She relaxed bonelessly, closing her eyes, coming down off the high, and the Doctor reached for her, pulled her off and onto his lap. She could feel that he was hard underneath her. Content, she sighed and nuzzled at his neck. “You’re brilliant,” she said, happily.

“I know,” he said. “So’re you.”

“Mmmm. Should I repay the favor?” She forced herself to stand up, wiggling her fingers down at him.

He took her hand and stood up as well.

“In the shower?” she suggested, coquettishly, and took off her bra.

********

“Your hair’s filthy,” she commented, scrubbing at it, trying to build up a lather.

“Wellllll, that shower was terrible, wasn’t it? How was I supposed to wash my hair properly in that shower?”

There was silence for a moment. The Doctor purred like a cat. He loved to have his hair washed.

“Your suit was filthy, too, incidentally,” Rose commented. “The TARDIS is cleaning it at the moment.”

He was silent for a second. “Good,” he said. There was another moment of silence. “The ship was splintering, while we were in it. We got a bit wet. It’s probably salt.”

Rose said nothing. She scrubbed at his hair, and thought how it had been a terrible day, and how she wished it hadn’t been. “Rinse,” she said, finally, and he obeyed, tipping his head back and into the spray, and, as he rinsed, she knelt down carefully and took him in her mouth. She felt him jerk in surprised reaction, and then his hands closed into her hair.

“Rose,” he said.

She swirled her tongue around him as he grew harder and harder in her mouth, sucked properly, and then released him, looking up at him. His eyes were closed, the water spraying down over him, flattening his hair to his head and sending rivulets of water down his body. She moved to lap at the stream of water running down his hip, sucking it off him until she was sure she would leave a mark.

He moved suddenly, shifting to lean against the wall, and she followed him, the water rushing over both of them now, and she took him back in her mouth, humming, and he gasped and bucked against her.

“You…feel…so…so…”

She let him talk, hands on his hips, pleased when he lost the fight against himself and thrust into her again, smiling as he lapsed into Gallifreyan. She had no idea what he said when he spoke Gallifreyan to her in bed. Or in the shower, she supposed. She liked to think it was filthy.

He climaxed with a word in English-her name-before sinking down to sit on the floor of the shower, catching his breath. Rose moved to sit beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Well,” she said. “Not the best on the knees, but I don’t mind that kind of shower sex.”

“I think we’ve found a compromise, then,” he said, and kissed the top of her head.

Rose sighed, enjoying the warmth of the water still pouring over them, and relaxed against him. She took his hand and kissed his knuckles. “Thank you for saving my mother today,” she said, solemnly.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” he asked, surprised.

“No. But thank you for it all the same. Thanks for saving yourself, too.”

“Thanks for teleporting out with the kids.” He was quiet for a moment. “I said some things to your mother.”

“What things?”

“Just…things.”

“Oh, no.” She sat up and looked down at him. “Were you mean to her? What did you say? Was it anything mean about Rodney?”

“No, it was…” He squirmed a bit.

Rose stared. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m flushed. We’ve just been performing flush-worthy activities. And the water’s hot-”

Rose grinned suddenly. “Did you tell my mum you love her?”

“I didn’t let things get quite that far,” he said, primly.

Rose collapsed into giggles against him.

********

Jackie had a mark on the palm of her hand, where the signal device had been attached, but otherwise she was fine. Rose couldn’t believe the closeness of the call she’d had, and sat with her on the bench by the playground and said that.

“I’m so sorry, Mum.”

“For what?” asked Jackie, surprised.

“That you had to go through that. I’m so sorry.”

Jackie looked at her. “It wasn’t your fault, love.”

“I know. I’m still sorry. And I’m sorry about Rodney.”

“Ah, well.” Jackie shrugged. “This is our life. It’s not necessarily for everybody.”

“I want you to be happy, Mum,” Rose told her, earnestly.

“I am, Rose. I am.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

They were silent for a little while, watching the Doctor and the kids, who were playing an alien game Jackie and Rose only vaguely understood the rules of but that required wide open space. Or so they had learned once Brem had knocked over Jackie’s television whilst in the middle of the last match.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Rose ventured, finally.

“No. Rose, really, I’m okay. All thanks to the Doctor.”

“Don’t tell him that, it’ll go to his head.”

“Oh, I think he already knows it.” Jackie’s mobile rang. “Who could that be?” she wondered aloud, rooting around for it, and then stared at it in surprise.

“Who is it?”

“Rodney.”

Rose smiled. “Mum,” she said, and squeezed her hand.

“Yeah,” she said, dazedly. “I’m going to go…” Jackie stood, answering the phone.

********

“You’re still up.”

Jackie turned away from the infomercial she was watching, watching the Doctor as he strolled out of the TARDIS. “So are you.”

“Yeah, but I’m always up.”

“I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking.”

The Doctor sat on the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him. “About Rodney? Rose told me he rang.”

“He wants to give it another try. Says he’ll listen to my crazy story about alien relatives.”

“It’s a good story,” remarked the Doctor. “And good for him. He’d be a fool to let you go, and he didn’t strike me as being a fool.”

“Listen,” said Jackie. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you were going to get us out of there and told you all those humiliating things.”

“It’s okay,” he replied. “Life’s uncertain. It’s good to know these things.” The Doctor watched the television closely, saying casually, “To that end, Rose put in my head that I ought to tell you that I…I mean, that I…”

Jackie watched him fondly. “Do you know what we are?” she interrupted, taking pity on him.

He looked at her. “What?”

“Family,” she answered.

He smiled faintly. “Are we?”

“Yes. Oh, and that night with Jack? That was just a one-time thing, it was totally physical.”

The Doctor looked stricken. “I’m going to go back in the TARDIS-”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Jackie laughed, and handed him the remote. “Come on, pick an infomercial, let’s see what useless thing we can order tonight.”

The Doctor took the remote, and changed the channel.