Author's Note: This does contain slight dub-con (dubious consent). It's not bad, but I feel like it has to be said. I don't want any readers to be affected in a bad way, so please take this into consideration. Other than that, enjoy. This has been cross-posted to my livejournal, tumblr, and whofic. My amazing beta was jer832 over at livejournal. Her guidance was vital and so very helpful.
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Rose whimpered at the hot feeling of Jack behind her and the unusual coolness of the Doctor at her front. Each man moved against her impatiently. She breathed in deeply to clear her head and tugged Jack in front of her. Both of the men were rumpled, dark-eyed, with heaving chests and lust-moistened. She swallowed deeply and clenched her jaw, allowing herself a moment to gather her confidence, her strength, before reaching up to touch their faces. They leaned in to her eagerly.
Rose could see that they were restraining themselves, which seemed nearly impossible due to the drug they'd inhaled while saving her.
Rose bit her lip to keep from crying out as the cold metal restraints hung her body an inch off the ground. The sharp chains dug into her already chafed skin and pulled her shoulders at an awkward angle, making them unbearably sore. The only way she could lessen the pain was to stand on her tip toes.
Rose flexed her protesting ankles and breathed in deeply. The heavy, musty air permeated her nostrils and she picked up on an odd sort of sweet smell. She sniffed again and the scent became even stronger. It was almost flowery. Then, as she exhaled it became spicy like almond oil or aniseed and burnt the back of her throat unpleasantly.
She began to nod off, her neck lolling uncomfortably, until her door slammed open with a resounding metallic clatter.
"Rose!" Her eyes snapped open just in time to see the Doctor flying into the room with Jack behind him. The Doctor had the sonic out and was holding it to her wrists, freeing her. Jack's arm latched onto her waist while her legs tingled with renewed blood flow. She hissed when the Doctor's hand brushed her tender wrists. He murmured an apology, looking up at her worriedly.
"I'm fine. Honestly." Rose assured him. As she took in another deep breath, that spicy scent barraged her senses again. It made her eyes water over and both of the men looked at her anxiously.
"Rosie?" Jack's arm around her waist tightened, his thumb moving in soothing arcs.
"I really am fine," The Doctor snorted, earning him a reproachful look from Jack, "'s just the smell. Bothers me, 's all."
"Well let's get you out of here. Then you won't have to smell it anymore." Jack squeezed her waist and Rose tried to hide a wince as he brushed a bruise she'd gotten while struggling against her attacker. Somehow, Jack noticed anyway and loosened his hold on her as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
As they walked out of the building, the bodies of unconscious humanoids littered the hallways. Right when they turned out the door, Rose caught sight of her attacker out of the corner of her eyes.
He didn't move to go after them. All he did was smile, dark eyes soulless and amused.
Rose shuddered and pressed into Jack, wondering what that man could be smiling about.
Rose leaned forward and kissed Jack. His hot tongue assaulted her lips as his hands grasped at her shoulders, yanking her closer to him. The Doctor's cold hands reached out and touched her hair, twining it around his fingers, jerking her to him. Rose whimpered and Jack pulled back in an act of submission, letting the Doctor kiss her. The Doctor's tongue pillaged her mouth, sweeping over the roof of her mouth and caressing her tongue vehemently. His hands clamped onto her forearms and dragged her forward until her breasts were squashed against his chest. A deep growl resonated from the Doctor, making a shiver run down her spine and burst warmly in her womb. Jack moved to press up behind her and his human warm hands moved up her waist and cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples harshly between his thumb and forefinger.
The Doctor pulled back and glared at Jack's hands. Jack looked over Rose's shoulder to the Doctor, his eyes narrowed. His hands tightened on her breasts, pulling her towards him. He ground his hard erection into her bum, glaring at the Doctor as the Time Lord tried to tug Rose back into him.
Rose gasped as the two men went about kissing her neck, their teeth scraping over her skin hard enough to draw blood. The Doctor's hands circled around her hips, seizing her bum and working his hips against hers unforgivingly.
Her body was being pulled in two different directions by two strong forces and she froze for a moment. She knew she had to go through with it, but these weren't the terms she'd wanted this to happen on. At all. This was more of a nightmare than one of her wayward fantasies.
That was no matter, though. She had to save them.
She burst into the TARDIS with the Doctor on her right and Jack directly on her left. Her chest was heaving from exertion and as she looked up, she could see two sets of eyes glued to it. As she shifted, she noticed that both of the men were covered in a sheen of sweat. For Jack, that wasn't that odd. But for the Doctor… Well, he always boasted about his 'superior Time Lord biology' and how he almost never sweated.
That was the moment Rose knew something was definitely wrong.
The TARDIS, lovely protective girl that she was, brushed against her mind, sending her images of the medlab. Rose held out her hands, urging each man to take one. The Doctor lunged towards her and clung to her hand, his fingers situating themselves between hers. Jack gripped onto her other hand just as tightly. As they walked, the two men stayed behind her. She wondered why until they turned a corner and she saw, out of the corner of her eye, them watching her bum avidly.
Rose squirmed uncomfortably.
It was one thing for Jack to playfully leer at her, but another for him to be so transparent and carnal about it. As for the Doctor… Well, she never caught him ogling her. He did stare at her when she wasn't looking, but he never eyed up her body parts like a 'stupid ape'. His gazes were affectionate, not blatantly sexual like they were now.
Rose walked faster, her legs burning from all the constant movement, and the two men still tagged along behind her. She shoved into the medlab and saw that the Old Girl had set out hyposyringes for her to test their blood and a rather large looking book about known pathogens for the century they were currently in. Rose sent a mental thanks to the TARDIS who gave back a worried tone.
She wondered why the TARDIS was worried.
Hopefully whatever was affecting the Doctor and Jack wasn't that serious.
Sitting down on the swivel stool, Rose sampled the Doctor's blood first, then Jack's. She dabbed a small amount onto a sentenient Petri dish which was hooked right into the computer. It scanned their blood for any drugs or oddities. When the computer beeped, signifying it had found something, Rose jumped. She breathed in deeply and saw out of the corner of her eyes that both men were hovering close behind her, looking down her shirt, most likely.
The flashing words said 'Aanisah'. Rose's forehead crinkled in a frown as she opened the obnoxiously large and heavy. She got the flashing image of the number 512 in her brain, and she hastily turned to the page.
Dubbed the 'denial death' drug, Aanisah only affects humanoid males, causing them to become lustful and aggravated, sometimes even angry against their normal nature. The 'death' part of the drug's name is well warranted. If the victim does not partake in his species' form of sexual intercourse with a partner of the opposite sex, he will die. Although the speed of the denial death is dependent upon the individual's health and species, members of most species will die within an hour of being affected. The 'denial' comes into play in that that the victim is aroused but unaware of what he needs to sate his hunger.
Rose looked up at the two dear men next to her and felt tears sting her eyes. Seeing the desperate look in their eyes, she knew what she had to do. Holding out her hands once again, she led the Doctor and Jack to her room.
The moment after she kissed each of them, it was as if something clicked inside their brains, telling them that this was exactly what they needed to stop the pain.
The moment after she kissed each of them, it was as if she saw their brains register that this was exactly what they needed to stop the pain.
And from the moment they figured out that Rose was what they needed, they'd become relentless.
The Doctor pulled back far enough to harshly unzip her hoody and pull her shirt roughly over her head. Jack unclipped her bra and shoved it off her shoulders. Rose swallowed at the sight of the Doctor leaning down to touch the tip of his tongue to her nipple. Jack pinched the other one roughly, his fingers kneading both breasts hungrily. She shifted against him and felt him groan as she brushed up against his cloth-covered erection. The Doctor bit down, his teeth tugging at her aching nipple. His hands went to her ribs, thumbs and pointer fingers cradling underneath her breasts. His other three fingers dug into her back, short nails biting her skin the slightest bit.
Jack bit the round of her shoulder as his fingers slid down her stomach to unzip her jeans. The Doctor moved to hook his fingers into her jeans and knickers, tugging them both down at the same time.
Rose could feel herself flushing. Whenever she'd dreamt of this moment, she'd thought the Doctor would babble something about how she smelled human or something about her anatomical proportions. Instead he was quiet, and it was odd. And Jack… Well, he was a sweet-talker who dropped compliments like prostitutes dropped their pants.
She took a deep breath then began to help the Doctor out of his clothes. He watched her interestedly, eyes following her fingers as they unbuttoned his suit and pale blue shirt. She tugged his tie loose and gently pulled it over his head. Rose could hear Jack hurriedly undressing himself from behind her. The Doctor moved his own hands and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down unashamedly to reveal he was completely naked beneath.
Rose's eyes dipped downwards from his face and she blushed as she took in the sight of him.
It wasn't as if she'd never been with other men. But the few men she had slept with had been average at best. The Doctor was… much more than she was used to. And as Jack moved to stand next to him, vying for her attention, she felt herself get even warmer. Both of them were phenomenal.
They both lunged on her at the same time. The Doctor settled himself between her legs, splaying them widely and gripping her thighs with his large hands. Jack held her wrists above her head as he leaned down to kiss her enthusiastically. Rose returned the kiss eagerly, squirming as the Doctor bit his way up her thigh. When he came to her mons, he nipped her labia.
Jack's fingers tightened around her wrists and Rose whimpered in pain. Her skin was still very raw from the metal restraints she'd been hung from earlier.
"Jack, gentle. Please." She murmured against his lips. His fingers only tightened. Rose sobbed out once before swallowing her pain. If they remembered this, she didn't want them thinking they'd caused her any pain. She was doing this willingly to save them.
Jack pulled back, looking at her confusedly.
"Gently." She whispered again. He frowned and Rose moved her wrists. A look of realization came over his face and he let go of her. Rose smiled when Jack brought one hand up to his lips and caressed the tender skin gently. "Thank you."
The Doctor nibbled her hipbone, causing Rose to hiss. Jack looked down at her briefly before he attacked her clavicle with lips and tongue and teeth. The blue-eyed man then pushed the Doctor out of the way, sprawling over her body. Rose tilted her hips upward and hooked an ankle around his knee, urging him to enter her. Jack guided himself to her warm center and slammed straight into her without constraint. She gasped immediately, her fingers scrabbling at his back, nails pinching into his skin.
Rose could feel her inner muscles protesting as Jack began to move right away. It had been so long since she'd slept with someone and Jack was quite large. She breathed in through her nose then out through her mouth and let herself become more than a passive participant. Her hips rose to meet Jack's, though at a much slower and gentler pace, almost urging him to copy her.
He didn't seem to recognize what she wanted, or just wasn't able to comply, because he continued on fast and hard.
The Doctor, looking an awful lot like he had before he'd realized that sex was his cure, was simply staring at her. Rose held out one hand, barely able to do anything due to Jack's incessant movement. She focused her mind on them, needing them both to make it out alive more than anything. Pulling the Doctor down for a kiss, Rose clenched her muscles around Jack and felt sparks go up her spine, making her moan.
As she sucked on the Doctor's bottom lip, she circled her hips and felt Jack's rhythm stutter. He hid his face in her neck and came with a shuddering groan. Rose clung onto him with her legs for a few moments to let herself catch her breath before loosening her grip on him. He moved off to her side and the Doctor eagerly took his place. She watched Jack's face and it seemed as if he was dropping off into sleep. That had to be the affects of the drug because Jack always boasted about his impressive stamina.
The Doctor hovered over her before sliding in slowly. From the way he hissed in pleasure, it was obvious to Rose he was reveling in her much hotter temperature. He then grabbed her legs and hooked her knees over his elbows, pushing her legs up towards her chest. The deeper angle made her heart race madly inside her chest.
The Doctor moved frantically, his face scrunched up in concentration. Rose watched him, taking in his distraught face and mad-looking eyes. He seemed unable to get what he wanted, what he needed. And suddenly it struck her – what if Time Lords had sex differently than humans did? Then he would die because she didn't know what to offer him.
Rose bit her lip anxiously and reached up to cup his face. He turned into her touch, nudging her fingers up to his temples. There was a warm prod on her awareness, a brush of brightness at the edge of her mind, and Rose knew exactly what he needed.
She moved her other hand up and caressed his temples. The Doctor took his hands from her knees up to her temples. He thrust into her mind and her body at the same moment and her entire being was suddenly overcome with every emotion and feeling and thought that he harbored. Rose felt herself scream right before she fell out of consciousness
Rose woke slowly. Her body was warm and her mind comfortably blank, and she didn't want to move a centimeter. She took a deep breath and sank into her cocoon of coziness.
But then something moved to her right. She blinked muzzily and rubbed her face, blinking again. Her sleepy eyes met Jack's sleeping face. A frown appeared on her face before she remembered what'd happened the night before. A million thoughts crossed her mind at one moment, the most important being: were they both alive? Had she saved them?
Rose leaned close enough to Jack to feel his breath stir against her skin.
He was alive.
Rose closed her eyes in thanks, feeling warm tears gathering. She wanted so badly to just yank him to her and kiss his face and sob in joy.
But there was still the Doctor to worry about.
Being as cautious as possible, Rose turned over to her other side. She was greeted with the sight of the Doctor's still form, his hair extremely rumpled. She repeated her actions, leaning in close to see if he was alright. When she felt nothing, her eyes went wide, drying instantly in shock. She could feel every beat of her heart; feel the pumping of her blood becoming sluggish in her veins.
No!
Reaching out a hand desperately, she pressed it against his chest, praying that he was alright.
Two hearts pumped quite actively under her palm and tears of gladness welled in her eyes.
"Oh, thank God," Rose murmured, sniffling quietly.
Apparently speaking wasn't the wisest thing to do, because right after she did, the Doctor's eyes snapped open. He frowned at her for long moments before his entire visage became blank. Rose literally felt him grow colder and stiffer beside her. Jack stirred and his hand was suddenly thrown over her waist. If it was even possible, the Doctor's face became blanker.
Then Jack abruptly sat up.
"What the hell?" He was looking down at the Doctor and her, his face confused.
Rose peered back up at him, more anxious now that both of them were awake. She could see the moment when what had happened registered in Jack's brain. His eyes met hers before drifting to her wrists and back.
"Sweetheart…" He reached out and touched her face, his thumb caressing her cheekbone. "I'm sorry."
Rose shook her head. "Don't be sorry," She said, wincing as her voice came out hoarse. She had to swallow a few times before she could continue, "You're alive. Tha's all that matters." Her eyes darted over to the Doctor. He was still frozen in place, unblinking and stoic. "Doctor? Are you a'right?" Rose made to touch him to see if he was still breathing and not a statue, and he flinched away from her.
"What was it that we were affected by?" The Doctor's voice was also rough and Rose had to keep from shivering at the sound of it.
"Something called Aanisah."
Both the Doctor and Jack sucked in a shallow breath. Jack muttered a curse and stroked her skin gently.
"You shouldn't have done," The Doctor eyed her naked form and Jack beside her, "this."
Rose frowned, not quite understanding what he meant. "You were gonna die."
"I wouldn't have. My system would have processed the toxin before I could regenerate. This was unnecessary." The Doctor's voice was monotone.
Rose felt herself flush in embarrassment. "How was I supposed to know that?" She could feel the Doctor's cold eyes on her. She reached up to the headboard and grabbed her shirt, which had been flung up there the night before. She pulled it over her head and crossed her arms, hiding herself from him.
"You could've read kept reading."
Hot tears welled in her eye. She blinked furiously and looked down, Jack's hand smoothing up and down her back comfortingly.
"Doc-," Jack started, but the Doctor cut him off with a glare as he got out of bed and dressed quickly before storming out of the room silently.
Rose slumped, her head bowed as she bit her lip to keep from crying. Jack moved to wrap her in his arms and she stiffened.
"I'm gonna go take a bath." Her voice trembled as she slid out of bed and shimmied into her knickers before escaping into her attached ensuite.
Rose drew a bath and doused the water with lilac oil before sinking into it. She hissed as all her bruises and bite marks were met with the hot, scented water. Her head lolled back as a few tears made tracks down her cheeks.
They were alive. She was so grateful for that even if what she had had to do caused them some tension.
She soaped her hair and rinsed it before her stomach began to rumble. Rose toweled herself dry and slunk back into her room, finding her bed empty and neatly made up. A small note was left on the edge and she picked it up with her pruny fingers.
Rosie,
Thanks for saving my life.
I love you.
Rose snuffled through a smile and placed the note on her bureau before dressing in soft cottony longue clothes.
Jack watched Rose go, his eyes sad.
Of course he had fantasized about spending a night with Rose. And the Doctor, too. And both of them.
He'd just never imagined that if it ever happened, it would go quite like this.
He closed his eyes and remembered her, all soft and firm; a woman at her peak. He and the Doctor had pillaged that goodness. Sure, it was the drug's fault…but still… Jack wasn't the sort of man to take without giving something back. He enjoyed sex and he enjoyed his partner or partners just as much. But he distinctly remembered yesterday being about him taking, and taking, and taking. He winced as he remembered the way he held Rose down, making her cry out in discomfort.
Rosie was so good and he loved her, he really did. He'd never wanted to cause her pain, not even when he'd first met her and wanted nothing more than to con her and have hot, hot sex with her.
Jack blinked as he heard the sloshing of water and Rose's lengthy hiss. He wondered if she was still in pain.
He hoped to God she wasn't. He wasn't sure if he could forgive himself if she was.
Jack laid there, listening to be sure that Rose was alright, before standing and dressing. He made the bed up nicely for her, touching the soft sheets lingeringly. He then hunted down a notepad and wrote a little note, recognizing her need for space but still wanting to let her know he was grateful.
Now it was time to search for a certain bastard Time Lord.
Jack found the Doctor under the console, freshly showered and shoeless. Apparently he hadn't been man enough to go back to Rose's room to collect his trainers.
"What the hell was that?" Jack asked conversationally, masking his anger with cool abruptness.
"What was what?" The Doctor made no move to get out from under the console, hiding himself away and making a racket to make it seem as if he was doing work. Jack knew better. The TARDIS was pissed at the Doctor as well and wasn't letting him touch her.
"You know what. What you said to Rose, the way you treated her."
"That was just the truth." Jack gritted his teeth and had to restrain himself from pulling the Time Lord out by his skinny sock-clad ankles.
"Get out of there and talk to me."
"You sound just like Rose's mum." The Doctor said airily, clanking something about before yelping as the TARDIS doused him with sparks.
"Yeah, the mother she left so she could be with your sorry ass. Now get out here."
The Doctor slowly inched out, his face blank.
"She's in the bathroom crying, you know. She feels awful. She feels used and you just told her that trying to save your life was wrong. How could you?"
"I didn't need saving."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Honestly, how was she supposed to know that? You never told her, 'hey, if I ever get infected with something called Aanisah, don't have sex with me'."
"She could've read the full paragraph in the book. Then she'd have known." The Doctor refused to look up at Jack, his eyes glued on the grating by his feet.
Jack, having read the entry himself out of curiosity, snorted. "Rose probably got to the part where it said' 'most species will die within an hour' and panicked. Can you blame her?" Jack moved closer to the other man, putting his hand on his shoulder. "She loves you. She wanted you to live more than anything. Are you really going to blame her for that? Like with me; she loved me and she made me live forever. I used to think it was a curse. Now that I know it was an act of love, I see it as a blessing. I'll never blame her for what she did."
"This is different. I-I never wanted this to happen."
"Don't tell me you never wanted sex with her. Then I know you're lying. I've seen the way you look at her."
The Doctor shook his head and ran his fingers through his wet, messy hair. "That's not it. I never wanted her to be forced to do anything." The Time Lord looked up at Jack, his brown eyes suspiciously wet. "You remember what you did," Jack looked down in shame, but the Doctor ploughed onward, "and I remember what I did. Biting her, drawing blood, not giving her time to adjust. Hell, both of us profess to 'have the moves' but she didn't even orgasm. We didn't even give her that much from this nasty ordeal." The Doctor ran his hands through his hair again.
"We fucked up." Jack agreed.
"We really did," the Doctor murmured into his hands. "How do we even begin to make it up to her? How do I- after everything I said to her?" He looked up at Jack. "I am grateful. I am. I'm just angry and… I," the Doctor paused, his eyes suddenly full of shame, "I entered her mind," he went on quietly, "without her permission and it hurt her. I hate myself for hurting her like that. I remember her screaming."
Jack breathed in deeply, his body just suddenly tired. "That's not your fault. Your species needs telepathy during sex. I'm sure she figured that out. Rose is bright, she must've known and I'm sure she doesn't blame you."
"But that's almost worse. How could she forgive me after I practically raped her mind?" Wild brown eyes met Jack's and the human man sighed, pulling his friend into a hug.
"Rose will forgive you. Just tell her what you told me: that you needed the telepathy, that the reason you said the things you said was that you were angry that your first time together wasn't how you wanted it. Tell her you're sorry and that you'll make it up to her." Jack felt the Doctor tremble the slightest bit and he held onto him tightly. "She loves us and we love her, it will work out."
It was two days later and Rose was curled up in the library with a hot mug of tea cradled in her hand and a book on the arm of the couch. Being surrounded by the scent of dust and ink calmed her, and reading novels from centuries well beyond her own helped her mind escape.
She breathed in deeply, rubbing her cheek on her shoulder before turning the page to read on. Taking a long sip of the earl grey, she closed her eyes tiredly and burrowed further into the corner of the couch. There was a noise off to her right near the 47th century literature. Rose jumped, her tea almost sloshing onto her hand.
"Jack?" She called, frowning into the darkness.
Instead of it being just Jack as she'd thought, both Jack and the Doctor emerged from the shadows, each looking a bit like a child caught with their hands in a sweets jar.
"Rosie," Jack greeted, sitting beside her and lifting her legs into his lap. The Doctor stood, rubbing at his neck awkwardly and Rose moved away from the edge of the couch to make a place for him. He hesitated for a moment before sitting. His body was resting in the corner of the couch somewhat rigidly, one leg drawn up under him, and the only way she could sit comfortably was if she leaned into him.
Now it was Rose's turn to hesitate. She wasn't sure if he wanted her close to him or if she should shift closer to Jack.
Her indecision was palpable and the Doctor finally reached forward and pulled her gently by her shoulders so she was propped against his chest, her legs still sprawled in Jack's lap. Jack's warm hands were resting on her calves, his thumbs moving unconsciously in small circles. The Doctor's arms wrapped around her waist, large palms completely engulfing her stomach.
"Sweetheart, we wanted to know if we could talk to you." Jack reached out one hand and stroked her cheek with his knuckles softly, his eyes imploring. "Is that alright?"
Rose nodded, turning her head and kissing his hand. Jack smiled slightly, cupping her face briefly before dropping his hand back onto her legs.
"About what happened a few nights ago, I'm sorry." Rose opened her mouth to protest, but Jack held up his hand, begging her to let him go on. "I know you already forgave me, but it's still on my conscience." Jack squeezed her knee gently, needing to be tactile with her as he spoke. "I hurt you, sweetheart. And for that I'm sorry."
Rose shook her head. "In my mind, there's nothing to forgive. I knew what I was getting myself in to. I read the paragraph," she ducked her head, remembering what the Doctor had said, "well, most of it."
Jack looked at the Doctor, eyebrow raised, urging him to speak.
The Doctor squeezed her middle, one of his hands moving to take one of hers. Rose shifted slightly so she could look at him better.
"Rose, I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am for what I said to you." He laced their fingers together and stroked her skin with his thumb. "The fact that you did what you did to save me, save us," the Doctor looked up to meet Jack's eyes before looking back down at his hand conjoined with Rose's, "is so brave. And it's so you because you did it out of love."
Rose looked at him, shocked. The 'l' word never passed his lips unless he was talking about bananas.
The Doctor noticed Rose's shock and finally peered up to meet her gaze. "And that's what made me angry." Rose frowned but the Doctor went on, "I… I love you and I never wanted for you to have to do something like that. I imagined that whole sex scenario going very differently," he paused for a moment, wondering how much he should reveal. But seeing as he was already baring his soul, he went on speaking freely, "I imagined bringing you pleasure, not causing you pain as I did."
Rose's mind was still caught on the part where he'd said 'I love you' and wasn't registering much else. It was one thing for Jack to say it to her. Jack was open about his feelings, always voicing them and wearing them proudly. The Doctor always seemed terrified to say it, to tack a word to what he was feeling. Sure, she'd known that he felt something towards her. But for all the attention he paid her, it could've been a best mates kind of love, not romantic. To hear him say it was astounding and made her insides warm.
"I love you, too." She suddenly said, breaking the Doctor's ramble. Rose turned and looked at Jack. "And I love you." Jack smiled and leaned forward to kiss her.
His lips were soft and his kiss was very different from the ones they'd shared while he was under the influences of Aanisah. He coaxed her gently now, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips before he pulled back.
Rose turned to the Doctor and saw the look on his face. "Are you two still mad at each other?"
"Naw. See," with that, Jack reached over and dragged the Doctor forward, planting a kiss on his lips dramatically, "kissed and made up."
Rose giggled as the Doctor spluttered and both men stopped, looking down at her adoringly. That was a sound they would never tire of hearing.
"I'm glad." She smiled, locking eyes with the Doctor. He returned her smile tenderly, catching her face with his hand and leaning in to kiss her softly.
The Doctor's kiss was definitely very different now. He kissed like he did everything else; with methodical curiosity. His tongue prodded gently at her bottom lip before he sucked on it tenderly, arousing a low moan from Rose.
They both pulled back, looking at each other with darkened eyes. Jack shifted, taking her free hand and encasing it in both of his.
"Rosie," Rose looked over at him, seeing him looking as affected as the Doctor and herself, "we wondered if we could make it up to you."
Rose looked down again, licking her lips. "I don't want you to do this just to make it up to me. I want you do it because… because you want to. Otherwise it's no different than you two doing what I did for you – out of responsibility."
Jack laughed. "Oh, believe me, sweetheart. It's no burden for either of us." The Doctor nodded in agreement, his hand on hers tightening. Jack became more serious, his smile disappearing. "This time, you'll hear all the things you deserved to hear the first time." He leaned in close and kissed her neck, his hot breath lingering. "Things like how gorgeous you are," he reached and touched her thigh, "how much we love the feel of you against us, and how absolutely irresistible you are."
"And make you orgasm," the Doctor added, causing her to flush.
Jack smirked. "Yeah, Rosie. That's been bothering him. Why don't you let us make it up to you?"
Rose bit her lip before nodding. "Alright."
Both men smiled and stood, each holding out a hand to her. Rose took them and they hefted her up, pulling her to their sides. Jack led the way into his bedroom, closing the door behind them.
