Jack retreated to his bedroom after waiting for over an hour for the Doctor to return. He sat on his bed, taking in the surroundings, wondering if his actions would result in this being his final night on the TARDIS.
She had created the room for him the moment he had climbed aboard. The walls were a deep red, and the floor was a dark mahogany. There were mirrors on the ceiling and the real centerpiece was the bed. It was large and four poster, made of the same wood as the floor. The duvet and sheets were made of a soft, black silk that always felt cool against his skin.
There was a door on the left side that led to a large bathroom and walk-in closet. The TARDIS had replicated his favorite clothes and hung up multiple copies from the rack. Five pairs of his favorite work boots lined the bottom shelf. A small, three-drawer dresser stood at the back of the closet. The top drawer was filled with his favorite type of silk boxers in different colors and patterns. The middle drawer held his suspenders, and a plethora of colored t-shirts were held in the bottom drawer.
The bathroom floor was black and white checkered tile, and the walls were creamy white. There was a sink and toilet off to one side, but a large bathtub occupied most of the room. It was very modern and had jets shooting at every angle. It was his favorite spot in his quarters by far. He had passed many hours simply relaxing in that tub.
He lay back against the pillows, stacked his hands under his head, and crossed his legs at the ankles.
"How badly did we screw up?" He wondered aloud.
The writing appeared on the wall again.
'Not too badly, dear Captain. Have faith. I am not mistaken in his feelings for you.'
He sighed heavily and just nodded. He really hoped that it was true. Suddenly, exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes slid closed and the TARDIS dimmed the lights.
He woke with a start when he felt the bed beside him depress. Jack's arm shot out in fear to the moving side of the mattress and came into contact with skinny ribs.
"Ouch, Jack!" The Doctor hissed. "What did you go and do that for?"
"Doctor?" He asked, confused, squinting in the darkness. At some point during his nap, the TARDIS must have turned off the lights, and he couldn't see a thing.
"Who else would it be?" The man nudged his side. "Now budge over. I want to get under the covers. It's cold."
Frowning, Jack did as he said. Once the older man was comfortable and warm, he spoke. "What are you doing in here?"
"Well, I came in to talk to you, but you were asleep. So instead of waking you, I decided to get into bed with you to wait until you woke up. I'll admit I was a bit lonely."
"Wait, you came into my room to snuggle?"
The Doctor frowned in the darkness. "Time Lords do not snuggle."
"Sure, Doc." Jack answered, teasingly. "So, what should we talk about?"
"Well, I thought maybe we should discuss the events of earlier tonight." At Jack's silence, he continued. "Before I say what I have to say, just know one thing. It was absolutely adorable and you are one hell of a singer." Jack chuckled quietly. "Now onto the serious things. Jack, you need to understand something. I've never had a real relationship. Sure, I've been married, but it was a Gallifreyan marriage. It's something made out of convenience, not love."
"I see." Jack's voice was clipped, but not unkind.
"You obviously meant what you sang, and I understand that. But you need to know that this isn't something I am comfortable with."
"Oh." The younger man said, sounding absolutely crushed.
"Let me finish." The Doctor scolded. "This isn't something I am comfortable with yet."
"Wait, what?" Jack felt a smile spread across his face and his heart began to beat doubletime.
The Time Lord smiled and propped himself up on one arm. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to Jack's.
The Immortal let out a soft moan, but managed to keep his arms at his sides, determined not to scare the other man off. The Doctor pulled away and Jack felt like crying.
"I've never been with a man." The Gallifreyan whispered, sounding embarrassed. "I know that it's almost impossible for that to be true, but it is. I've just never felt the urge before. Until now."
Jack reached out for the Doctor and pulled him to his chest. "That's alright, Doc. We can go as slow as you need. As long as I can have you, I'm in no rush."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He squeezed the slender man's shoulders.
They fell asleep together that night. The TARDIS watched the scene unfold happily. She could feel her Thief's contentment and she could barely contain herself. They'd agreed on slow, and she could work with that. However, she felt that if they hit a snag, she had every right to push them in the right direction.
When Jack Harkness was first brought on as a companion, she wasn't sure how she felt about him. He was loud, flirty, and too hyper for her liking. Through the months, even she had fallen under his spell.
They were going to be fine, she decided.
The Doctor woke to the feeling of Jack pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
He smiled. "Good morning, Harkness."
"Morning, Doc. Sleep well?"
"Better than I have in years." He stretched and leaned up to kiss the other man quickly. "Mmm, how does a lazy day sound?"
"Sounds great. I'm too tired to run from anyone today."
"Oi, who says we'd be running from anyone?" The Time Lord glowered up at the younger man.
"If you take us somewhere, we're bound to be running by the end of the day."
"See, that's hurtful, Captain."
"Uh huh. So hurtful." Jack sat up in bed and stretched his back.
"You're going to pay for that." The Doctor said, in mock anger.
"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, Time Lord?" He grinned.
The Doctor pounced on his lover, pinning him to the bed, careful to keep their groins from touching. "Again, not nice. If I wanted to be abused, I'd have gotten married again instead of staying single for so long."
Jack rolled his eyes and leaned in for a kiss, smiling widely.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this was supposed to be a two-parter, but I think it has to potential to be a multi-chapter story. If you'd like to read more, REVIEW! Please? :)
