[DW] Spectator Sport, Jack/11, River/11
Title: Spectator Sport
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Doctor Who
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the BBC
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Eleven, River/Eleven
Warnings: Suggestive dialouge, some groping
Comments: Inspired by rumors that Jack Harkness might come back in the next season. My brain, she wanders.
"Excuse me, Captain," a smooth voice cut into their embrace, causing both Doctor and Captain to stiffen and jerk away from each other, "but I believe that's my husband you have your hands all over."
"River." The Doctor gasped, trying-and failing-to disentangle himself from Jack's grip. He wanted to say something-explain himself, maybe, though what was there to explain, the man was groping him for heaven's sake-except River wasn't looking at him. Her attention was entirely fixed on the Captain, and the look she was giving held no malice; she seemed almost...amused.
"I don't believe you've met me yet," she said, waving slightly in lieu of a handshake, since both of Jack's hands were still very occupied with gripping the Doctor's arse. "Doctor River Song: archeologist, and wife of the Doctor."
Jack's eyebrows went up toward his hairline at that, and the Doctor noticed his eyes travel the full length of River's body twice-over appreciatively. He bristled in Jack's arms, feeling a surge of jealousy and defensiveness at the action. (Which, if he might just say so, was a ridiculous thing to be feeling when your significant other had just walked in on…yes, well.)
"River Song, huh?" Jack grinned. "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Song. Captain Jack Harkness, at your service."
River made a soft hmm noise. "Yes, I know who you are," she nearly purred. "And I know your reputation. And I have to say, if you're going to be hanging around, I have one rule that I absolutely insist you abide by."
Jack shrugged, still not relenting his grip. Strangely, the Doctor noticed, the man didn't seem at all concerned with the situation; he was, in fact, still grinning. "Alright, fair enough," he agreed, amicably. "What are your terms?"
And, oh hell, there it was: what the Doctor had coined 'The River Smile'. The small, sly curling of lips, one eyebrow raised ever-so-slightly higher of the other, the image of a predator surveying her prey. The smile that meant nothing good. The smile that made his stomach churn with dread, and his hearts pound and his blood rush, and his body nearly vibrate with anticipation.
Because when River wore that smile, the Doctor could be certain that, whatever it was she had planned-
"I get to watch."
-he was going to like it very much.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Doctor Who
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the BBC
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Eleven, River/Eleven
Warnings: Suggestive dialouge, some groping
Comments: Inspired by rumors that Jack Harkness might come back in the next season. My brain, she wanders.
"Excuse me, Captain," a smooth voice cut into their embrace, causing both Doctor and Captain to stiffen and jerk away from each other, "but I believe that's my husband you have your hands all over."
"River." The Doctor gasped, trying-and failing-to disentangle himself from Jack's grip. He wanted to say something-explain himself, maybe, though what was there to explain, the man was groping him for heaven's sake-except River wasn't looking at him. Her attention was entirely fixed on the Captain, and the look she was giving held no malice; she seemed almost...amused.
"I don't believe you've met me yet," she said, waving slightly in lieu of a handshake, since both of Jack's hands were still very occupied with gripping the Doctor's arse. "Doctor River Song: archeologist, and wife of the Doctor."
Jack's eyebrows went up toward his hairline at that, and the Doctor noticed his eyes travel the full length of River's body twice-over appreciatively. He bristled in Jack's arms, feeling a surge of jealousy and defensiveness at the action. (Which, if he might just say so, was a ridiculous thing to be feeling when your significant other had just walked in on…yes, well.)
"River Song, huh?" Jack grinned. "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Song. Captain Jack Harkness, at your service."
River made a soft hmm noise. "Yes, I know who you are," she nearly purred. "And I know your reputation. And I have to say, if you're going to be hanging around, I have one rule that I absolutely insist you abide by."
Jack shrugged, still not relenting his grip. Strangely, the Doctor noticed, the man didn't seem at all concerned with the situation; he was, in fact, still grinning. "Alright, fair enough," he agreed, amicably. "What are your terms?"
And, oh hell, there it was: what the Doctor had coined 'The River Smile'. The small, sly curling of lips, one eyebrow raised ever-so-slightly higher of the other, the image of a predator surveying her prey. The smile that meant nothing good. The smile that made his stomach churn with dread, and his hearts pound and his blood rush, and his body nearly vibrate with anticipation.
Because when River wore that smile, the Doctor could be certain that, whatever it was she had planned-
"I get to watch."
-he was going to like it very much.