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Features 9th Doctor, Rose and Jack

Teasing

After the Doctor had found his moves with 'In the Mood', they danced deep into the night. Rose with the Doctor, Rose with Jack and Jack with the Doctor. When they were finally too tired to dance anymore, they settled on the seats to rest. The Doctor was sprawled on one end and Rose was leaning on him, with her legs on Jack's lap. Jack had his left hand on Rose's calf and he was slowly tracing circles on her base skin.

"Well, I could certainly do with more nights like this." Jack stretched luxuriously and let his right arm rest on the Doctor's shoulder. Rose simply smiled, utterly exhausted from all the dancing.

"I bet this isn't the way nights usually end with you, eh Jack?" The Doctor shot a knowing look at the other man.

"Hey, there is still time! The night is young and in any way, we are in a time machine." Jack showed the Doctor one of his suggestive, cocky grins that caused the Time Lord to roll his eyes.

Rose bent her head back until she could look at the Doctor and grinned. "I think Jack likes you."

"You are underestimating your charm, Rose Tyler. I happen to like both of you." Almost impossibly, Jack's grin got even more suggestive and Rose blushed.

"Fifty-first century", the Doctor muttered, "I remember your type. You couldn't get enough of.." He glanced at Rose. "…anyone."

"Are you tempted?" Jack directed his charming grin towards the Doctor.

Rose closed her eyes, still smiling, and turned her face to rest against the Doctor's battered leather jacket. She slowly drifted to sleep as her companions continued to flirtatious banter next to her.