Title: The True Meaning of TARDIS
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: I think it's moved up to a possible 16+
Summary: 5 Scenes/chapters with the same scenario, same time: Jack is drooling over the TARDIS. The only difference each time is … who is drooling over Jack?
Author's Note: This is a very flippant fic I wrote whilst taking a break from some angsty fics I've been writing recently.
Disclaimer: I'm a student. I own a tatty book and a mouldy piece of cheese. I don't own Doctor Who.
Terrifically. Absolutely. Ravishingly. Definitely. Incredibly. Slutty
3) (9th) Doctor/Jack/TARDIS
Rose was asleep. The Doctor was in the TARDIS control room, grinning madly and listening to classical music. Jack was playing around with the TARDIS and, due to the psychic connection between the Doctor and his ship, the Doctor knew of everything that passed between Jack and the TARDIS.
"Once I have recalibrated your veneficiuminfinitapostestasingenium it should refine your telepathic communication pulse and also allow you to nullify it too, giving you even more control. Or I could fiddle around with your temperalspatialgravitinerakineticmachina and see if I can make our rides a little smoother, we've been coming across a lot of distortions lately. Or perhaps I could just give you a polish, oil you up. What do you say?"
"I say you're going to spray your shorts if you carry on like you have been doing." Came the dry reply from behind him. Jack spun around.
"I'm sorry Doc." He said with a grin. "But she is one helluva ship."
"Shesays you're a good mechanic; that you know your stuff and… you have very good hands."
"I er… thankyou, but it's more sort of a hobby. I'm not that good." Jack was blushing, not one to be modest but still unsure of any compliment given to him.
"She wants you to help reconnect her fantasmicumbralseduiercircuits." The Doctor told Jack, but Jack took it as an order. Jack turned round to repair the circuits, looking back at the Doctor for reassurance he was doing it right. The Doctor nodded and Jack went back to work. Soon he was enjoying himself so much that he almost forgot the Doctor was watching him.
Suddenly Jack felt the Doctor up against him, the Doctor's hand was covering his own: The Doctor had grown tired of just watching.
Jack turned around slowly, so he could be face to face with the Doctor. The Doctor's blue eyes were almost black with lust but his face was as unreadable as ever.
Both men wanted to speak, say something witty… but the words were lost in their throats and replaced with what could only be called growls. The kiss was fierce, raw and passionate. Both men fought for dominance. The atmosphere in the TARDIS was electric.
There was no need for the TARDIS to move the bedroom. Jack and the Doctor had it off with each other up against the TARDIS consol. Many times.
The Doctor and Jack fucked like bunnies, making the TARDIS very happy indeed. It was a shame Rose was asleep, she didn't know what she was missing.