Chapter Five- Fantastic With Three

quizzabella, Becsy Lexiand Vampirehelsing; you guys rule, very much. Indeed, all my wonderful, amazing, fantastic reviewers fit well into the category of best reviewers ever. In the whole history of anything, ever. If you can go there in the TARDIS, then you are the best reviewers in that place. Ah, butI babble with happiness from my excellent reviews. So thankyou all, readers and hangers-on alike- you made my day, and possibly my week. So, here goes... the morning after.

In the morning, Rose woke first, busting to go to the toilet. She was very sore in places, but warm and strangely comfy. And then she remembered why, and grinned like a maniac. Shireen had been right, as always. Just drag them both into bed and wake up a very happy women. Oh yes. Very happy.

She was on her back, and Jack had his face buried in her right shoulder, his arms wrapped around her like she was a big teddy bear. The Doctor was half on top of her, on his front, and she had to wriggle carefully out from under him as well as extracting herself from Jack's embrace before she could slide off the bed and drop to the floor. She'd ended up in the middle again, but she was pleased to note one of the Doctor's hands resting on Jack's hip. He wasn't ready to go there yet, but they could be patient. Hell, she'd managed to keep her sanity whilst waiting for this, and that meant she could withstand anything.

She padded across to the ensuite bathroom and returned quickly, hoping to slip straight back into bed. She was greeted by two pairs of worried eyes, shining in the semi-darkness of the bedroom. Rolling her eyes in amusement she quickly clambered into bed, snuggling quickly back into her spot between them.

'You alright Rosie?' Asked Jack, lying on one side with his head propped up on his hand and the other hand resting on her stomach. She traced his fingers idly in contentment.

'I think anyone would be alright after a night like that.' Rose replied sleepily, smiling as she felt the Doctor's hand come to rest on her thigh. He was lying on his stomach, his head turned towards hers on the pillow. 'You are a minx' he accused lightly.

'Oh yeah? How's that work? You started this.' Rose replied simply for the sake of it, loving these conversations with the Doctor even more when she was lying naked in his bed.

'I kissed you first. But you…'

'I'd have to agree with him Rosie.'

'Mmhmm. You've been groping Jack ever since you went for that girl's night out a few weeks ago. Couldn't figure out what you were getting at at first.'

Rose blushed, but then countered. 'And here's you claiming to be so brilliant.'

'Bit of a flaw there, Doctor.' Pointed out Jack helpfully, earning him a brief glare that he answered with a grin.

'He may be a bit slow, but he's good in the sack, so I think we can forgive him.' Rose told Jack confidentially, before they both broke into giggles.

'Oi,' protested the Doctor, but he was smiling as well, stroking his fingers up and down Rose's thigh.

'That reminds me,' she started, playing with the hair at the nape of the Doctor's neck as she talked. 'What exactly were you two doing whilst I was out yesterday afternoon?'

'Fixing the TARDIS.' Replied Jack simply, not sure what she was getting at.

'You've got matching burns.' She commented, taking one of each of their hands and holding them side by side to compare. Jack and the Doctor's eyes met for a moment and Jack gave a quick snort of laughter. 'It's the symbol of our secret society,' he confessed.

'Oh?'

'Yup. Guys who have been lucky enough to have a hot threesome with Rose Tyler.'

Rose grinned and flung his hand back at him. Jack began to tickle her in retaliation and the Doctor quickly joined in, her squeals and their peals of laughter echoing through the ship.

The End

Author's Note: Thankyou again to all my wonderful reviewers. I'll be sorry to say goodbye to this story. Anyone up for a sequel?