A/N: post ep for "The Doctor Dances"
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
Jack's Dance
It could have been late, it could have been early. Jack's sense of time had gone awry almost the moment he'd stepped onto the TARDIS. But, whatever time it was, Rose had long ago wandered off to bed, leaving the Doctor and Jack in the TARDIS' main control room. Jack had found a seat and was reclining, watching the Doctor pushing buttons and pulling levers, guiding the TARDIS to wherever and whenever suited his fancy.
And he was still dancing.
The faintest traces of a smile lingered on Jack's tired lips as he watched the other man dancing with thin air. Back and forth, with his arms wrapped around imaginary waists and his footwork quick and agile. Jack laughed softly, but in the relative quiet of the TARDIS, the sound still managed to draw the Doctor's attention.
He looked over at Jack, still dancing, with a grin on his face.
"What're you laughin' at, then?" he asked, snapping his fingers and swaying while walking to where Jack sat. Jack shook his head and laughed again, this time a little louder and a little longer.
"You look ridiculous," he said. The Doctor raised his eyebrows, his smile growing. He reached a hand out to Jack and winked. Jack stared at the Doctor, remembering what the other man had said when Rose had suggested Jack have the next dance…
"I'm sure he would, Rose, I'm absolutely certain. But who with?"
Jack took the Doctor's hand and stood, settling his other and on the man's shoulder while the Doctor wrapped his arm around Jack's waist. They danced around the TARDIS, their feet moving quickly, while Jack struggled just a little to follow the Doctor's lead.
Jack watched the Doctor's expression. The childish grin on the man's face brought a matching one to Jack's, and as they each watched the other's face they found their steps slowing; and it wasn't long before they had nearly stopped moving completely. They stayed in one place, swaying slowly back and forth.
Jack's tightened his grip on the Doctor's hand and slowly lifted the fingers of his other hand to brush the man's cheek. He lifted his hand entirely from the Doctor's shoulder and, after only a moments hesitation, cupped the back of the Doctor's head, slowly raising his head as the Doctor lowered his until their lips met in a soft kiss.
Jack felt his eyes flutter closed and his heart leapt at the contact. He stepped closer to the Doctor, pressing their bodies together and releasing the other man's hand to wrap his arms around the Doctor. He felt the Doctor's hands clutch at his waist, tightening as their lips parted and their tongues passed through.
Soon, though, Jack's lungs begged for oxygen and he had to pull away. He rested his forehead against the Doctor's, his eyes still closed, and relished the feel of the other man's panting breath tickling his skin.
Slowly, he felt the pressure of one of the Doctor's hands leave his waist and then found the other man cupping his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked into the Doctor's. Those ancient, blue eyes with their secrets held behind them sent a shiver down Jack's spine as they gazed down at him, and the Doctor pulled him closer.
"I'm sorry," Jack whispered. "About the ship."
"It doesn't matter," the Doctor replied casually.
"Still-" the Doctor shook his head.
"Doesn't matter," he said. "Not now."
Jack grinned.
"Good."
And, slowly, they returned to swaying.