Rose leaned back on her bed as she looked around her room. HER room. No matter where she travelled, or when; how many worlds or how far in time; her room was always there waiting for her, just as she had always known it, always unchanged. It was as if, by some unconscious thought, Jackie has made the decision to leave this room alone, for to ever change it would in some way admit the possibility that one day Rose might not return. And that was not something Jackie was willing to consider.

Jackie knocked on the door, before entering with a cup of tea in hand. Rose smiled at her mother as she placed the cup on Rose's bedside table.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" Jackie asked sitting on the bed next to Rose, "You've not been yourself since you got home."

Rose didn't know how to answer that question, how could she tell her mother of the questions running through her mind? How did she explain what she has seen in the Tardis control room, the exchange she had overheard between the Doctor and Jack, the realisation that she was not the only love in the Doctors life?

"It's nothing, I just.." She paused a moment, "I just needed to get my feet back on the ground. Visit my old life for a while."

"And I'm glad you did, we miss you around here. I'll go and put the tea on, Shepherds pie OK?"

Rose nodded.

Shepherds pie, even that reminded her of the Doctor. The day that Jackie had offered to cook for him. They day that Rose has packed her bags forever committing herself to her travels with him. But was that journey finally over?

Rose took hold of the cup of tea, cradling it in her hands as she closed her eyes. Images from the Tardis control room came to her mind. Rose really hadn't meant to eavesdrop, she only returned to the control room to pick up a magazine she had left by the chair, but the hushed tone of the conversation between the two men had made her pause, unseen, in the shadows of the doorway. Jack's words "If you don't tell her.." The Doctor's gentle kiss to Jack's cheek. The embrace as the two men held each other tightly. It was then that Rose realised the man she loved was not exclusively hers, maybe he never was. Rose had been angry. Angry with the Doctor for betraying her this way, for keeping this from her. Angry with Jack to taking the Doctor and adding him, just another name, to his ever growing list of sexual conquests. Jack would sleep with anyone. Any gender, any species, from any time and any world, but why did he have to choose the Doctor, HER Doctor?

Rose sipped at the tea that was cooling in the cup. They would be coming back for her soon, and she has a decision to make.

Jack resisted waking up for as long as he could. He didn't want to give up this wonderful dream, a dream he had experienced many times, a dream of the Doctor's arms around him, the sound of the Doctor's hearts softly beating in his ears. But as consciousness returned to Jack he realised that this time it was no dream. He slowly peeled open his eyes and turned his gaze upwards to see the Doctor smiling down at him.

"So you are still alive then? I was starting to wonder!"

"Was I asleep for long? You should have woken me."

"You looked peaceful, I didn't have the heart to disturb you."

Jack sighed contentedly as he snuggled deeper into the Doctor's embrace, stretching an arm across the Time Lords chest and pulling him even closer.

"So you plan on staying here all day then?"

Jack simply nodded.

"ALL day?"

"What do I need to get up for?" Jack asked as he planted a kiss on the Doctor's chest, "All I need is right here."

And then, as if to prove him wrong, Jack's stomach let out a low grumble.

"You sure about that?" Chuckled the Doctor.

"I'm staying here."

Jack's words were followed by an even louder rumble of his stomach.

"Come on", the Doctor shook Jack a little to rouse him, "You need breakfast, I don't think we got around to much food yesterday!"

"Fine," Jack grumbled, then pushed the bed covers off himself and inelegantly clambered over the Doctor to get out of bed.

"You are so strict," he complained.

"You wouldn't have me any other way," the Doctor insisted, causing Jack to laugh and lean over to give the Doctor the morning kiss he had always missed out on, before padding towards the bedroom door.

"Err Jack, "the Doctor called after him, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Jack paused in the doorway, "What?"

"Your clothes?"

Jack looked down as his naked form and then over at an equally naked Doctor, the covers pushed back only covering his ankles, a smile played across his lips.

"Why bother, there's only us here." With that he turned and left the room.

The Doctor laughed and, as he followed Jack out of the room, appreciatively watching his retreating back, he couldn't help but admit that Jack made a fine argument.

Tea and toast, it seemed, were on the menu for breakfast and the men ate in comfortable silence across the small kitchen table. Jack was hungrier than he had realised, the Doctor was right, they hadn't stopped for much food the day before, not that Jack had been complaining.

Jack took another slice of hot toast and the Doctor shook his head as the man ladled on a thick layer of butter.

"You do know how bad that is for you?"

"You'll just have to make sure I get plenty of exercise to work it off!"

Jack sank his teeth into the deeply covered toast and as he pulled it away a dribble of half melted butter fell to his chest and began its slow journey south.

For a moment both men observed the butter leaving its trail on Jack's skin as it continued to melt on his hot skin. Finally Jack reached for a cloth to wipe it away, but the Doctor, who, in one fluid motion was on his knees in front of Jack, stalled his action.

"Allow me." The Doctor leaned forward and ran his tongue up the length of Jack's chest, lapping up the butter before raising himself to come face to face with Jack. The man trembled at the heat of the Doctor's mouth, the toast falling forgotten from his hand as he laced his fingers together behind the Doctor's head, pulling him closer, eagerly licking the butter from the Doctor's lips.

The Doctor ran his hands up Jack's thighs as he returned the man's kisses with an equal passion of his own. After a moment the Doctor pulled back from Jack, a wicked twinkle playing in his eyes.

"You know we really SHOULD get back to the rest of the repairs on the Tardis, we can't put it off all day."

Jack's mouth worked in silent protest; his brain unable to find the words he was searching for, after all a large portion of his blood supply had just been redirected.

The Doctor's face broke into a huge grin.

"But I suppose it can wait a little while longer," he conceded. Then without warning the Doctor made Jack gasp with delight as he took the man into his mouth.

Jack shuddered, his hands gripping onto the Doctor's shoulders, as he felt the hot mouth and playful tongue running slowly along the length of his now fully aroused erection. He gasped as he felt the Doctor take him even deeper, his fingers curling around the base, hand, mouth and tongue moving in perfect harmony, stroking, sucking and licking, it was almost more than Jack could stand.

Jack's fingers sank deeper into the flesh of the Doctor's shoulders, his breaths coming in short gasps, his entire body wracked with exquisite pleasure.

The Doctor knew exactly what he was doing as it wasn't long before he brought Jack to a shuddering climax, never ceasing his ministrations until he felt Jack relax back into his chair.

It took a few moments for Jack's breathing to calm down and as he regained his composure the Doctor rose to his feet, stretching out his legs, before leaning back onto the table, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well that was… unexpected," Jack finally managed to comment.

"Just unexpected?"

"Unexpected, and amazing," Jack admitted, rising to his feet and slipping one hand around the Doctor's waist, pulling him into an embrace. Jack felt the Doctor's erection firm again his belly as he kissed him deeply.

The Doctor sighed into Jack's mouth, reaching his arm behind him for balance his hand came into contact with the long forgotten butter dish. His sank his fingers into the slippery mass until they were completely covered with the thick creamy butter.

The Doctor then surprised Jack for the second time that morning as he began to massage the butter across the man's buttocks. The combined heat of their skin quickly turning the butter into an oily liquid, which the Doctor began to spread further, before finally sliding his fingertips between Jack's buttocks, causing another gasp from the man as the melted butter allowed the Doctor's finger to slid easily inside him.

Jack pushed back against the Doctor's hand, forcing him deeper inside, as he reached up his own hand to stoke the erection that was pulsing wildly between them.

In a spilt second the Doctor spun Jack around, unable to contain his desire any longer, as the man braced himself on the table and the Doctor, taking a moment to apply a little extra butter to himself, slowly began to enter Jack.

Both men moaned as the Doctor slid deeper and deeper into Jack, the Doctor gripped tightly onto Jack's hips as he began a slow deliberate rhythm, each forward thrust threatening to push him over the edge.

The Doctor's pace quickened with his increasing desire, his hearts pounding loudly, his breathing ragged and heavy. The Doctor was no longer in control, his passion urging him on, harder and faster, until, crying out Jack's name, he came hard, spilling himself deep inside Jack.

The Doctor's legs buckled beneath him, causing him to stagger back and collapse into the chair behind him. Jack turned to smile and the Doctor reached out to grabs Jack's hands, pulling him onto the Doctor's lap. The Doctor slid his arms around Jack, resting his head against the man's chest.

"See," announced Jack, "I KNEW butter wasn't all that bad for you!"