Invisible Touch
Chapter 3
Authors Note: Thanks for reading! Short update this time. This is your last chance to read before boarding a 10xRosexJack Lemonship. That mess will start next chapter. As anticipated, here is the full reaction from our Doctor. I neither own nor profit from the use of characters from the Dr. Who or Torchwood universe, who belong to the BBC and other rights holders.
The Doctor
"Ey! What's this? Oi, Jack, hands off of her!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The so called Captain, a fugitive time agent and ladies man, man's man, really warm bloodied consenting creatures man, taking advantage of his, no not his but still, taking advantage of Rose.
"Oh, welcome home Doctor" Jack smiled, pulling away from Rose long enough to shoot a heavy glance in my direction. "Join us wont you, always room for one more." He smiled before moving to rain kisses down Rose's neck and chest. She wasn't struggling though. Squirming to be sure yes but, she didn't seem to mind the Captain's intimate touch.
"Rose are you alright" He asked, tentatively stepping across the grates towards them. He felt uncomfortable coming so close to two people so connected. But the look on her face, the flush in her cheeks, he couldn't help but reach out and brush her cheek.
The instant his hand touched her flesh it was as if a shock went straight to his hearts. He saw the other two flinch for a moment before being lost in an overwhelming sense of bliss and intimacy and warmth. He felt firm, strong, hungry lips against his, and at the same time, soft delicate lips, questioning, probing for more. Well that can't be right, can it? The thought pulled him from the moment and he recoiled, to find Rose and Jack had stopped snogging and were staring at him, seemingly as confused as he was.
"Well well Doctor, you wouldn't happen to be a touch telepath would you?" Jack said, a mischievous smile overcoming his face, lighting his eyes with a previously unseen fire.
Jack
A touch telepath. He thought to himself, unable to help the grin crawling across his face. Jack had made love to touch telepaths in the past, and had suspected the Doctor maybe had a bit of those powers himself, but the raw power, honed by centuries of mental development, had refined that power to be overwhelming, even for Jack.
"A what?" Rose asked, stepping back, adjusting her blouse and looking between them.
"A touch telepath is somebody who can connect on a mental and emotional level through physical contact-" the Doctor began
"-or intimacy" Jack added.
"Right, physical contact. It works like a two way street, where the telepath is a motorist and the um-"
"The receiver is like a pedestrian. You're both moving on the street, but it can get loud and busy and overwhelming-."
"Precisely. Very nicely done Jack." the Doctor chirped. But Jack wasn't through.
"Unless you have a medium to process the feelings. A traffic cop."
"Absolutely but for that you'd have to have somebody with a lot of experience dealing with telepaths. Somebody who is a known entity. Easy to locate in time and space-"
"Somebody like me?" he offered, pointing towards his broken wristcuff. "I'm not going anywhere fast. And neither are you by the sounds of what was in that bag. You can only work on your ship so long Doctor"
"I don't need sleep."
"I do." Rose added. "All that banging about. It makes an awful racket."
"And not the fun type of banging." He couldn't help but add, knowing the glare the handsome Doctor would send his way."
"So are you suggesting I get intimate with Rose while you watch?" the Doctor added.
"Actually, I'll need to be touching you both to initiate the contact. But yes. As a matter of fact I am." Jack finished, knowing he had the Doctor and his companion hooked.
"I don't see why not? Could be fun." Rose said.
They both looked incredulously to see her smiling mischievously, before turning towards her room across the cabin of the TARDIS.
"Allonsy"