Chapter 3

With only a few hours left to the day, John needed to adjust his plan. His last visit to Rose's office was cut short when she had managed to press her tiny little heel into his rather tight trousers, causing his cock to swell even larger than it had been at the thought of touching her. He needed to make sure she didn't get the opportunity to touch him this time, for sure!

In an attempt to calm himself, John slipped into the nearest stairwell and took his time walking up the flight of stairs to Pete's office on the next floor.. The lift was just too quick of a trip to do that. John stood near the threshold of Pete's office and waited at the opened door. Once Pete noticed John, he asked him if he could come in. Pete, of course, said yes, but began to worry at the sight of the usually hyper, bouncy Time Lord metacrisis. John was looking distracted, standing at the doorway, hands held behind his back, not even rolling back on his heels. This was not his normal stance.

"Are you feeling alright, John?" At hearing his name, John snapped back to reality.

"Hmm? oh, just a bit off today I guess." John walked in and took a seat across from Pete, sliding into the chair, his body portraying the lie he was about to tell. "I was wondering if I might leave a bit early today, get home for a kip before Rose gets home. I'm just a bit out of sorts."

"Of course," Pete said, more concerned as John had never taken sick time before. "Is there something I can help you with before you go?"

John's eyes opened as wide as saucers as he choked out his answer, "No... Ummm, God no!" Well, that took Pete off his feet for a moment but he felt that if John needed help, he's sure he would ask. John excused himself with a mumbled apology and made his way back down the stairs to his floor.

Jake had noticed that Torchwood's own Time Lord appeared to be running in circles, first to Rose's office, then to his, back to Rose, into the stairwell, into her office, back to the stairwell, back to his office, into another stairwell, back to his office, occasionally bent at the hips running as if he was feeling ill... He couldn't help but think, "What the hell?" He and everyone knew the man couldn't stay still but even this was a bit odd for him. He decided that, at some point he'd catch up with John to see what was up.

Phase 3 in progress, with some adjustments popped into John's head. Taking one of his old quill pens from its holder on the desk, he proceeded to walk, standing tall and erect, down the hallway, with the air of a Prince, or Lord, if you will. He went directly to the office of one Rose Marion Tyler, knocked once, quite loudly, then let himself in without invitation. Rose sat at her desk, staring at some charts she had been working on, but she stopped still. The air was heavy that followed him in, a scent of bitter wood, dried grass and his arousal. It was a heady mix, nearly a drug to her. The scent of him made her knees quiver, and her heart rate rise. John pushed the door partially shut behind him and sternly walked to her side of the desk. Pushing her chair back hard, nearly hitting the window, he sat himself on the floor cross legged behind her desk. He pulled the chair back toward him slowly while, again, had his finger to his lips.

John again took her silk stocking encased right foot and began where he had left off, her ankle. His long fingers wrapped lovingly around it, nearly twice over, he kissed her heel lightly them brought it up to rest on the desk. Noting that her pencil skirt was a bit to slim to put her foot at the angle he wanted, he hiked her skirt up to her bum, which sat precariously on the edge of her chair.

Rose stared intently at John, looking in his eyes when he glanced up at her with a commanding dark look. She had an all encompassing urge to take him by his hair and run her fingers through it languidly. His hair, oddly enough, was one of his strongest, most accessible erogenous zone. Without realizing what she was doing, she reached for the large flop of silky brown locks when her hand was immediately swatted away. He directed a quite stern look at her, a glare, in fact. While Rose was preoccupied with his erogenous actions and her desire to participate, John had since reached behind his back and secreted something into his lap. If Rose had leaned over to see what the item was, she would have fallen of her chair for sure.

Oh, she smells wonderful, something akin to raspberries mixed with her own juices... He thought as he took in the sight of the tiny knickers she wore, the ones that didn't quite cover her lips. He saw her glistening, just enough to send his head into a whirling storm. He could taste her in the air, on his tongue that was so close he could reach out and... Oi, back it up, Spaceman! That's not in this part of the plan! With a deep breath, he sensually took her left foot to his mouth, kissed it and placed her foot on the desk as well.

John picked up his quill pen and began lightly drawing the feather up from her ankle, circling her leg as he climbed and climbed. As the feather passed the back of her knee, John reached out and placed a light kiss against her skin, making her shiver with each movement. As he arrived at the cleft where her leg met her warm, wet mound, John blew a small puff of air while moving the feather over to his left. Hoping to feel another soft, wet kiss just where she needed it most, Rose wriggled in her seat, try desperately, yet to no avail, to get closer to his mouth. The corners of John's lips turned up in a sly smile, looked her straight in the eyes and gave her that "tsk, tsk" look. With yet another puff of his warm breath, he now focused on her left leg.

Out on the floor, Jake felt he'd given enough time to Rose and John to speak on any private matters they had, and proceeded to Rose's office. Jake was a friend to both, and was concerned there might be trouble on the horizon. Seeing the door was still partially open, Jake tapped on the door while pushing it open the remainder of the way.

Rose was having great difficulty maintaining her composure, and all could be blamed on the man sitting cross legged on the floor in front of her. She was slightly distracted by a familiar sound... The sound of her office door dragging through the carpet. Slowly, carefully, she raised her eyes up to meet the eyes of Jake Simmonds. Rose immediately sat up, planted her feet on the floor and tried to yank her skirt back to where it belonged. Being unable to due to the head of one slightly confused John Smith, who raised his left eyebrow so high it disappeared into his hairline. He then heard Jake Simmonds clear his throat. "Um, Rose... I'm sorry to bother you but, I'm looking for John, actually." Rose's eyes were the size of saucers as she tried to stammer out an explanation of where John might be. John, on the other hand, was on the floor doing all he could not to break out in a fit of laughter at the look on poor Rose's face.

"I'll just check his office," said Jake with a smirk, knowing full well he wouldn't be there. He left Rose's office and headed back to his desk, wearing what one might call a knowing grin. As for Rose, she was stunned silent! John decided that this was the perfect time to take his leave. Pen in hand, he rose up and silently left left Rose, stunned and panting, and headed for his office. Seeing Jake back at his desk, John turned to him and gave him a wink, which caused Jake to burst out in peals of laughter.

Satisfied that his current mission was accomplished, John returned to his office, gathered his things and headed home for the day.

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