Doctor Who - fic - Flexible Dancer, Nine/Rose/Jack/TARDIS, 12/PG-13
So, um, I wrote Nine/Rose/Jack/TARDIS ;)
Title - Flexible Dancer
Author - laurab1
Rating - 12/PG-13
Pairing Foursome - Nine/Rose/Jack/TARDIS
Length - 500 words
Spoilers - up to TEC/TDD
Summary - Jack feels something telepathic pushing gently at his mind. Letting the presence in, he’s instantly struck by its warmth.
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people/ships are mine.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Flexible Dancer
by Laura
Once the Doctor’s finished dancing with Rose, Jack gets his chance with her.
To Moonlight Serenade, of course.
He focuses on Rose; holding her close, dancing slowly, moving to the beat, for the few minutes that the tune lasts.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he says, when it’s over, raising her hand to his lips, and planting a kiss on it, just like he did by Big Ben.
Rose grins at him; he passes her back to the Doctor. A Gershwin song begins, and they dance. Jack watches them, enjoying how they are with each other. There’s a distinct possibility he’s already in love with both of them.
Jack feels something telepathic pushing gently at his mind. Letting the presence in, he’s instantly struck by its warmth. Then by how extremely loving it also is.
Is the ship the presence?
A telepathic ship is something Jack has encountered before, but this is more than just telepathy. Sentience, too, maybe. He waits for the Doctor and Rose to finish their dance and return to him.
“Is the TARDIS telepathic, Doctor?”
“Yeah. She in your head?”
“Yes, sir. Very much so.” A wicked grin.
“Oi! No flirting with my ship!” the Doctor warns.
“She sentient, then?” Not that lack of sentience necessarily precludes flirting.
“What do you think, Captain?” The Doctor looks him straight in the eye, and walks over to the console.
In Jack’s head, the TARDIS pulses, happily, seemingly indicating that she really doesn’t mind being flirted with. Considering that response, Jack slowly, repeatedly, strokes a hand up and down the coral strut he’s stood next to. The pulsing becomes more intense.
Then it’s like all the other telepathic sex Jack has ever had.
Which is a lot.
“Jack?” Rose whispers to him, eyes wide. “Did you just do what I think you did?”
“Yeah, Rose,” he says, grinning shamelessly. “Wasn’t she gorgeous?”
“She was,” Rose replies, smiling, but looking a little confused. “Listen to me, discussing a ship...whatever.” She rolls her eyes, turns away from him.
“Climaxing,” he finishes, bluntly. “Coming, having an orgasm, however you want to put it. And I think she’s a lot more than just a ship, Rose.” Jack puts an arm round Rose’s shoulders, pulling her close.
“You’ve only been here ten minutes, and you’ve already worked it all out, got her eating out of your hand...” As she returns her gaze to him, he can see she’s not exactly surprised. “The TARDIS is more than just a ship, Jack. She’s alive, she’s beautiful, she’s in your head,” Rose says happily.
“And she’s mine,” the Doctor says, coming back to them. “Didn’t I tell you not to flirt with my ship, Captain?”
“Didn’t say I couldn’t do anything else with her, though,” Jack says, with a naughty smile.
The Doctor rolls his eyes at him. “Just stop it, you lot.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack and Rose both say, grinning at him.
With another pulse from the TARDIS, Jack strokes her again, revising his “both” to “all three.”
-end-
crosspost:
better_with_3
galactic_conman
dwfiction
new_who
iamthebadwolf
Title - Flexible Dancer
Author - laurab1
Rating - 12/PG-13
Pairing Foursome - Nine/Rose/Jack/TARDIS
Length - 500 words
Spoilers - up to TEC/TDD
Summary - Jack feels something telepathic pushing gently at his mind. Letting the presence in, he’s instantly struck by its warmth.
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people/ships are mine.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Flexible Dancer
by Laura
Once the Doctor’s finished dancing with Rose, Jack gets his chance with her.
To Moonlight Serenade, of course.
He focuses on Rose; holding her close, dancing slowly, moving to the beat, for the few minutes that the tune lasts.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he says, when it’s over, raising her hand to his lips, and planting a kiss on it, just like he did by Big Ben.
Rose grins at him; he passes her back to the Doctor. A Gershwin song begins, and they dance. Jack watches them, enjoying how they are with each other. There’s a distinct possibility he’s already in love with both of them.
Jack feels something telepathic pushing gently at his mind. Letting the presence in, he’s instantly struck by its warmth. Then by how extremely loving it also is.
Is the ship the presence?
A telepathic ship is something Jack has encountered before, but this is more than just telepathy. Sentience, too, maybe. He waits for the Doctor and Rose to finish their dance and return to him.
“Is the TARDIS telepathic, Doctor?”
“Yeah. She in your head?”
“Yes, sir. Very much so.” A wicked grin.
“Oi! No flirting with my ship!” the Doctor warns.
“She sentient, then?” Not that lack of sentience necessarily precludes flirting.
“What do you think, Captain?” The Doctor looks him straight in the eye, and walks over to the console.
In Jack’s head, the TARDIS pulses, happily, seemingly indicating that she really doesn’t mind being flirted with. Considering that response, Jack slowly, repeatedly, strokes a hand up and down the coral strut he’s stood next to. The pulsing becomes more intense.
Then it’s like all the other telepathic sex Jack has ever had.
Which is a lot.
“Jack?” Rose whispers to him, eyes wide. “Did you just do what I think you did?”
“Yeah, Rose,” he says, grinning shamelessly. “Wasn’t she gorgeous?”
“She was,” Rose replies, smiling, but looking a little confused. “Listen to me, discussing a ship...whatever.” She rolls her eyes, turns away from him.
“Climaxing,” he finishes, bluntly. “Coming, having an orgasm, however you want to put it. And I think she’s a lot more than just a ship, Rose.” Jack puts an arm round Rose’s shoulders, pulling her close.
“You’ve only been here ten minutes, and you’ve already worked it all out, got her eating out of your hand...” As she returns her gaze to him, he can see she’s not exactly surprised. “The TARDIS is more than just a ship, Jack. She’s alive, she’s beautiful, she’s in your head,” Rose says happily.
“And she’s mine,” the Doctor says, coming back to them. “Didn’t I tell you not to flirt with my ship, Captain?”
“Didn’t say I couldn’t do anything else with her, though,” Jack says, with a naughty smile.
The Doctor rolls his eyes at him. “Just stop it, you lot.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack and Rose both say, grinning at him.
With another pulse from the TARDIS, Jack strokes her again, revising his “both” to “all three.”
-end-
crosspost:
better_with_3
galactic_conman
dwfiction
new_who
iamthebadwolf