Hey, sorry for another long delay. Didn't remember to post before last trip which wasn't as bad as it could have been...only now part of me is wishing I hadn't gone since the money could have gone to getting back to London, where I'm currently very homesick for...but it was still fun.
Depending on your take on it, you can either thank or blame Becks for this chapter. Promise I'll send you at least one email tomorrow chicka. And if I forget, remind me to tell you bout Kiel!!
After a few drinks, Jack and John retired to the bedroom, closing the door behind them, and Tyler grabbed one of the few clean, in that it was free of dust and didn't belong to John, books from the shelves before plopping back on the couch.
"Blimey, are they always going at it?" Jenny asked as what was going on behind the door became apparent.
Tyler glanced up at her, an amused expression on her face. "You haven't heard much about Time Agents have you?" she asked.
"Are they anything like Time Lords?" Jenny asked, causing Tyler to laugh.
"No, Time Agents actually exist, Time Lords are just a myth, a fairytale from long ago." She paused, watching Jenny's expression. "Or do you think differently on the matter?" she asked.
"So what do Time Agents do then?" Jenny asked, and by her tone it was obvious she wouldn't consider answering the former question.
Tyler shrugged. "We monitor time travel and make sure time goes along as it should...well as best we can. That's probably what started the legend of the Time Lords. An all knowing race who really knew what should and shouldn't happen. As soon as time travel became possible the possibilities for things being mucked up became endless! I mean can you imagine what would happen if someone went back and killed an influential person in history?"
"Why would they need to be influential?" Jenny asked, frowning.
Tyler raised a brow. "Not like anyone would notice whether Jo Blog down the road died ten years early now is it?"
Jenny tilted her head slightly as she stared at Tyler. "You think a person's position defines their role in history?"
"Well...yeah," she replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What about everyday people that do amazing things?" Jenny asked.
Tyler rolled her eyes. "They're far and few between. Most go around with blinkers on, not caring to see or know what's going on around 'em."
"And some of them do, and try to make it better!" Jenny retorted.
"And some of 'em don't, and try make it even worse," Tyler replied.
"If you think that, why do you bother trying to make it right?"
Tyler laughed. "Because I know that left on it's own it could be made a whole lot worse than it already is."
Jenny frowned. "But you've seen so much, so many brilliant and amazing new worlds."
"Same shit, different planet," Tyler replied, looking back to the book once more.
"You can't mean that!" Jenny protested.
Tyler sighed once more, sitting up so she could look directly in Jenny's eyes as she spoke. "I can't say I've seen the whole universe, 'cause even I haven't been a Time Agent that long, but lets just say I've seen a pretty decent spread. I've seen thousands of different species of aliens, all 'unique'," she made speech marks with her hands on the word before continuing. "But the truth is, boil any alien, including us humans, down to the fundamentals, and everyone's the same – either looking out for themselves or their species. No one gives a rats spit about a 'United Universe' or 'Progress through Partnership'! It's all cock and bull politics to try get ahead of the game."
"I don't believe you," Jenny mumbled, biting her lip.
Tyler just shrugged as she flopped back onto the couch. "Didn't say you had to. If you want to travel the universe with rose tinted glasses, be my guest. Just make sure you get clearance from the Agency before time hopping again," she added, flipping through the pages of the book once more.
"Why Rose?" Jenny asked suddenly.
"What?" Tyler asked, frowning at her now.
"You said Rose tinted glasses, why Rose?"
Tyler let out a laugh. "It's just an old Earth expression. 'Everything's rosy,', 'seeing the world through rose tinted glasses,'. They're just old sayings." She was relieved when the room finally fell into silence once more, aside from the creaks and grunts from the closed door.
"Why doesn't your second heart work?" Jenny asked after a while.
Tyler raised a bored brow at her. "Thought I made that clear earlier, I've only got the one."
"Can I see your locket?"
She glanced down, realising the small golden heart was sitting above her top for once, and she let out a laugh. "Is that what you were talking about? It's just a locket."
"Well then, if it's just a locket, let me see it," Jenny replied.
Tyler looked at her cautiously. "Why the interest in it?"
Jenny just shrugged. "I think I've seen one like it before."
Tyler rolled her eyes. "Ya think? It's not exactly unique."
"And yet you still won't let me see it?" Jenny asked, raising a brow.
"Not till I know why," Tyler replied defensively, fingering the heart between her fingers. Then she suddenly looked up, sitting up straight once more, the book forgotten as it slipped to the floor. "You're not the Doctor," she said in a voice very unlike her own.
"No, I'm his daughter," Jenny told her.
Tyler dropped the locket as though she had been burnt. "What the hell was that? Who's the Doctor?"
"My father," Jenny replied, looking a bit amused. "Your--"
"Oh don't even try any hypnosis on me!" Tyler cut her off scathingly. "Tell Jack I've gone to do some repairs on my ship," she seethed, making her way to the stairs.
Jenny looked at the door, which had finally quietened, before looking back at Tyler. "Don't think he'll be out any time soon," she told her.
Despite the emotions bubbling within her, she smiled. "You don't know Jack," she replied, and then took the stairs two at a time.
Walking into her ship, Tyler let out a low growl. "What the hell was that?" she asked aloud, pacing the small space.
She glanced down, the locket swinging freely across her chest. For the first time that she could remember, she removed it. She hung it on a hook near the control seat, flopping into the seat and just stared at it. When she realised she was tapping an all too familiar beat on her knee, she spun around, deciding to try push it from her mind, think about it when it wasn't so...something.
"Right old girl," she murmured, running a hand over the control panel. "What needs fine tuning today?" She grabbed her sonic modulator from her tool compartment and set to work in the wiring below the controls.
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She had been so focused on the job at hand that she didn't even hear the intruder walking in, though in her defence, though not exactly a good defence, she had left it open, so it wasn't like she had the sounds of it opening to warn her.
The first sign she had that she was no longer alone in her ship were two hands being placed firmly on her hips. "Have I ever told you I hate it when you wear trousers?"
Her initial shock was quickly wiped with an evil grin. "I always wear trousers Jack," she purred, tilting ever so slightly back to feel him against her, feel the soft movement of his chuckle.
"No," he said softly, running his hands down to her front then up her waist as he lent forward, cupping her breasts as his lips reached her ear. "Sometimes you wear nothing at all," he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive spot behind her ear as he spoke, and his breath caressing down her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
She rolled her hips slightly, her grin growing as she felt him hard against her. "John not able to satisfy?" she asked teasingly.
He chuckled once more as he leaned back on his haunches, trailing his hands down her sides and along her thighs. "Oh he satisfies," he told her, before running his hands up her inner thighs, grinning as she arched her back, "Just thought I could do with a more...womanly desert," he teased.
She eased forward enough so there was a gap for her to turn over, before moving closer once more, grinning at the sight of him, and she couldn't help but wonder if he'd stripped off some clothing when he entered her ship, or if he'd actually walked right by Jenny in the gorgeous outfit of nothing that he currently had on. But even these insubstantial thoughts were wiped from her mind as he kissed her. How long had it been since they'd last kissed? How long had she been able to hold her desire at bay this time? How much did it really matter right now?
He tugged at the hem of her shirt, dragging it up, only letting their lips part long enough to pull it over her head, his mouth quickly recapturing hers, even as his nimble hands went to work on her bra. The small item was quickly conquered, and he drew away from her once more, just admiring her, much to her embarrassment. He tilted her head up, waiting for her eyes to meet his once more before he smiled. "You're gorgeous," he told her, for what could quite easily be the millionth time.
She tried to lower her gaze, but he held her chin, waiting for her to nod before releasing it.
His smile broadened as he let his own gaze lower, before a small frown crossed his face. "Where's..." he trailed off, running two fingers along her collarbone where her locket always sat.
She shook her head. "Don't ask," she mumbled, already beginning to pull away from him once more.
But, with perfect reflexes as always, he grabbed her hips once more and dragged her closer to him, his mouth dropping to the bare skin he'd never had full access to before.
Her head fell back as his tongue and lips did things to her chest that really shouldn't feel as exquisite as they did, his hands finding there way back to her breasts and he teased the bud of her nipple to stiff erection before finally enveloping it between his lips.
Letting out a gasp, she bucked her hips forwards, trying to get closer to him, feeling his smile against her breast and not caring. It was then that she realised she had far too much clothing still on, and immediately began undoing her flies.
Jack pulled away just enough so she could see him raising a brow. "Someone's feeling frisky tonight," he teased, used to having to fight for every inch he got with her.
She raised a brow back. "You complaining?"
"Nope, just an observation," he replied as he took hold of the top of trousers, letting her lift her hips before pulling both them and her knickers down before realising she still had her boots on and giving a soft curse, much to her amusement. A few awkward manoeuvres later and she lay completely naked before him, blushing under his gaze, despite his encouraging smile.
He raised himself so his lips were at her forehead, and placed a gentle kiss there, before moving down to her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, her chin. In a slow verging on tortuous pace, he kissed his way down her body, giving some parts just a bit more attention than others.
By the time he reached her naval, she could feel his length against her leg, running down it as his body moved lower.
She let out a slow moan as he kissed just above her curls, but then he veered off to the side, kissing his way down her thigh instead, making it all the way to her knee before she let out a low "Jack," which was more of a growl than warning.
He grinned, placing a hand under her knee to raise it before slowly kissing his way back up along her inner thigh, just enjoying the sighs and moans he elicited from her. Finally reaching the point where more than a little desire radiated from, he paused, before blowing gently over the heated area.
She arched her back up, balling her fists at the pleasure it brought, but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough.
As though doing her mind's bidding, he slowly let his index finger trace her folds, dipping inside her for only a moment before making it's way up again. He grinned at the slightly more forceful growl this received, before letting two fingers make the same journey. He repeated the action over and over, alternating between one and two fingers, until she was gripping the grating of the floor so tightly her knuckles were white and he could tell it was taking everything in her to not take action.
As his fingers dipped inside her once more, he pushed them deeper than he had been, hitting the spot of coiled nerves he knew she loved so much before his lips descended on her clit.
She cried out at the unexpected attentions, her hips bucking up to get closer to his mouth. To say she worshipped his tongue to an almost godlike status was an understatement. That part of him knew every pleasure point on her body, and was currently putting all it's training onto her most sensitive zone.
Between the twirling around her clit, to the long strokes along her folds, there was little more she could do than whimper and moan in pleasure, his nimble fingers slowly working a faster pace, until she found herself bucking against them, while her fingers intwined in his hair, holding his lips to her. Her breathing was erratic and she found nothing existed for her beyond the pleasure being created, her muscles slowly starting to tighten around him.
Sensing her release near at hand, Jack delved a third finger in with the others, letting his tongue do it's magic, and grinning widely as he felt her contracting around his fingers. He held them deep in her, though never stopped licking her, enjoying feeling her release as much as keeping it going for as long as possible.
When her muscles finally relaxed once more, he withdrew his fingers, licking her off them before moving up to be lying above her once more. "Hello," he spoke softly, but with a huge grin.
She looked at him through hooded eyes and couldn't help her own smile. "Hello," she replied, welcoming his lips on hers once more.
His caress was gentle down her sides, running his hand down her leg to her other knee to bend it up now and she could feel him at her entrance. Not demanding, not even asking yet, just letting her know he was there, and the thought was more than a little enticing as she delved her tongue into his mouth, running her hands down his sculpted back and to his gorgeous arse before drawing him to her.
He resisted for a moment, pulling away from her lips to look deep within her eyes. There was something there. Something she couldn't identify, but then he was grinning and so was she, and as he kissed her once more, delved his tongue into her, he delved into her and she let out a gasp that was captured with his lips.
She'd barely come down from the last orgasm, so the second wasn't far behind, but he continued on, caressing her body, kissing his way down to her breasts once more to show them his tongue was more than capable of pleasuring them too.
It was only after her third orgasm that she began wondering if he would cum for her. As though sensing this, he met her gaze once more, a soft smile there now before he kissed her once more.
Her knees where hooked over his arms and she was falling into her fourth orgasm when she felt him join her, expanding more inside her, just as she clenched around him. Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over her and for some time it felt like it would never end.
He gently lowered her legs and rolled over, still inside her, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he held her to him, stroking her back as her head found the crook of his neck, though her ear was still over the beating of his heart. So fast, so reassuring, and such a beautiful sound.
She closed her eyes and wondered why she couldn't just stay here, like this, forever.