AN: Written with a headache on a Sunday morning... Please forgive me
The Doctor groaned into her pillow. He tries to re-trace her memories of the night before. She remembered dancing with Jack, a lot of wine, more dancing and...oh. A kiss, him putting her on the bed. She groaned again. Please no! She raised her head and looked across the bed. There, was a sleeping Jack. She looked him over. What appears to be a very naked sleeping Jack. Who was waking up!
Part two comes tomorrow!