They Danced
By Taleya

They Danced.

All three of them, in the console room.  The release of an adventure gone well, the Doctor's ecstatic grin had been contagious.  With Rose as a delighted spectator, then participant, the Doctor and Jack had commenced something of a dance-off, the two men showing off their expansive array of dancing moves to the best music the era had to offer.  They jitterbugged and jived their way through the music of the Forties - from Glen Miller's In the Mood to Bing Crosby, Carmen Miranda, Gracie with the Troops, until finally, they returned to the soft strains of Moonlight Serenade. 

Hair tousled, eyes alive with delight and face high with colour, Jack bowed and slowly extended a hand to Rose.  Giggling like a schoolgirl, she curtseyed in return and took it.  Then by unspoken edict, they both extended their free hands to the remaining member of their team.

The Doctor stood, arms folded, studying them both for a long moment, eyes flickering almost nervously from one to the other, then took their hands.

 It took a while for Rose to find her feet - although by now she really wasn't that surprised at Jack's expertise in slow waltzing in a threesome, she did arch an eyebrow at the Doctor's proficiency - but they were soon moving in a smooth tandem, waltzing about the console in a lazy step, even managing a dip or two.  Lost in his own world, the Doctor hummed absently along with the tune and soon Jack joined him, breaking into soft words.

So don't let me wait…come to me tenderly in the June night
I stand at your gate…and I sing you a song in the moonlight
A love song, my darlings, a Moonlight Serenade…

"Darlings?" The Doctor smirked a little at the addition.

 "Always, Doctor," Jack punctuated the words with a twirl, dipping the Doctor, both Rose's and his own strong arms supporting the Time Lord as he leaned backwards.  "It's always better with two…"

 Rose's tongue darted out to touch her lips as they drew the Doctor back into their circle.  Jack's hand on her waist had grown ever bolder as their dance slowed and changed, creeping under her t-shirt, up around to caress her breast before curling about her waist and pulling her closer, even as his other hand drew the Doctor into his embrace.

 She knew what he was doing, oh yeah.  And she knew what it meant.

 And Rose made no move whatsoever to stop him.

 If he'd crowded her, maybe, tried to bump the Doctor out, then yeah, she would have stopped him.  But Jack had quite the opposite idea in mind, coaxing the Time lord ever closer into their little dance every time he tried to gently ease away from them.  And when the Doctor's hands hesitated, it was Jack who craftily guided them to all the right places, nudging them from her hip down further, clasping over them and almost tenderly holding them in place as they tentatively at first, then with growing boldness began to explore her body.

 They were close now, breath to breath, eyes meeting and never breaking contact.    There was a slight blush rising in the Doctor's face, so adorable-looking that Rose had to resist the urge to lean forward and kiss him.   But there was that same, shy, almost hesitant schoolboy look on his face as there was the first time they had danced.  He wanted her, she knew. But he had never acted.  Shy, hesitant, his eyes told the truth, devouring her as they danced, wanting, wanting so desperately but not able to touch….

The Doctor's eyes closed suddenly, as if aware of her perception, closing the doors to her insight. He didn't resist as Jack reached up, gently guiding his head to rest on a broad shoulder, a comfort and caress all in one.   Fine lines at the corners of his eyes eased, his face relaxing, swaying with the music, no longer The Doctor, no longer a hero, just a man, relaxing in the comfort of people he had found he could trust.

 Then Rose did kiss him.

 Soft, gently, the merest breath of lips against his face.  They were closer than breath now, all three of them. Skin close, she could feel his pulse thudding under her jaw as she rested her head on his chest, no longer dancing but moving aimlessly to the music, feeling Jack's hand resting unashamedly on her breast, his other hand covering the Doctor's as it rested on her backside.

 The Doctor made a soft humming sound as Jack's lips brushed against his temple, not quite in tune with the music, nor out of tune. A happy, tuneless hum, a sound Rose had never heard him make before.   Her hand curled a little more snugly about his waist at the sound, fingers dipping in to the waist band of his pants a little, thumb gently stroking his hips as her other hand, far more bold, slipped down the back of Jack's trousers to lightly rake her nails against his buttock.

 Jack chuckled musically at the motion, head dipping down to nuzzle her cheek, briefly, then drifting up to nuzzle the Doctor, dropping a soft kiss in the hollow of his throat.

 The Doctor still hummed that same, happy hum.

 A little bolder now, Rose let her hand work its way around the waistband of his pants, splaying against his stomach and playing idly with the hairs she found there. 

 His skin drew away a little at the touch, brow crinkling slightly.  "Rose…"

 "shh…" it was Jack who hushed him, his voice the barest whisper over the hum of machinery.  "Go with the music…" he lowered his head to meet with Rose's as they twirled, dropping a gently, inviting kiss on her upturned lips.

 Rose grinned greedily back and returned the kiss with more energy than it had been offered.  Then she turned her sights to a far less easy prize.   She kissed the Doctors' shoulder, his neck, his throat, slowly working her way along the underside of his jaw.  The Doctor's head lolled from side to side as Jack joined her, the two of them wheedling, persuading, drawing the Time Lord into their dance beyond a dance.

 The Doctor's tuneless happy little hum changed, became almost a growl, a hungry sound as his arms tightened around his companions. His fingers fluttered in a frantic little peccadillo of arousal before almost convulsively jamming his hand down the back of Rose's pants.

 Grinning into the other man's ear, Jack deftly caught his hand and gentled the motion, moving with him in their endless dance to caress the young woman's backside with the worshipful motion it deserved.  Gradually the Doctor's almost panicked motions stilled and calmed, and he turned in a seamless, natural motion to capture Jack's lips with his own.

 With a purr, Jack's hand left the Doctor's inside Rose's pants and snuck under the other man's jumper to slide up his chest, gently brushing his fingers over the nipples he found there.   Not to be outdone, Rose captured the Doctor's mouth as he fell away from Jack, her own hands reaching out to tiptoe her fingers gently up and down the bulge at his crotch.

 The music had long faded, but by now they were making their own.

 Jack stretched his legs out a little, bumping his groin gently against the Doctor's hip. His other leg slipped between Rose's, his thigh creating a delicious friction against her center as his tongue delicately explored her ear, and her hand skittered and clawed under his shirt, nails raking against the muscles of his shoulder.  The Doctor's hands endlessly roamed over them both, questing scientists in their own right, pausing and slowing over areas of interest, touches that brought soft sighs from the bodies against his own.

 Rose's hands left the Doctor and ran down Jack's chest, from neck to crotch, a happy sigh breaking from her as the Doctor took the opportunity to trace the curve of her jaw with his lips.  She felt Jack buck against her as her questing fingers brushed against his erection, trapped inside those deliciously tight pants he wore. The motion attracted the Doctor's attention, and his ever-investigating fingers explored this new prey. 

 Jack's knees nearly buckled as Rose's plump red lips latched onto the dip of his collarbone, only his back against the TARDIS console holding him up.  His hand cupped her breast almost convulsively, thumb rubbing restlessly back and forth against her nipple as his other hand splayed flat against the Doctor's stomach, fingers  scratching gently against the firm muscles there, then creeping lower, to tangle and join with the young woman's as they worked in tandem at the belt on the Doctor's trousers.

 The leather strap slid to the floor with a soft sigh, like a spent snake and the Time Lord groaned softly as his pants soon followed, gleeful, hungry fingers dipping down to stroke and tease.  He moved closer, and Jack tilted his head, just so, that single motion seeming more erotic than a thousand women of the thousand races he had met and the Doctor gave himself willingly to the wicked lips as they gently closed on the side of his throat.

 Rose sank to her knees and Jack's pants joined the Doctor's,  the barest tips of her fingers caressing the join between his hip and groin, reaching back and catching the Doctor's hand as it fluttered, helpless and lost in arousal, guiding it to touch here….here….

 Wrenching himself away from the Doctor with a gasp, Jack took her in his arms and gently eased her to the floor, the Doctor following their motion with incredible grace.  The Time Agent's hands trembled as they worked on the button of her jeans, then steadied a little, unwrapping her like a precious gift, cock twitching and jumping with need.   He slid her pants down to her ankles, gently easing off her sneakers and to the side as the Doctor moved in again, caressing her cheeks with a touch that was almost worshipful, then dipping his head to trace the line of her throat and lower, drawing tiny trails with his nose between her breasts.

 She pulled his face up to meet hers and those inscrutable eyes to match her own. The endless dancing, the endless fascination the endless wanting but not touching finally over. God, yes, YES, this was what she had wanted. What she had wanted for so long.

 She felt Jack's hands between her thighs, taunting, teasing little nibbles and flicks of his tongue.  Then his hands, strong, sure, reaching up and guiding the Doctor down to where she had wanted him for so long.

 Her stomach quivered in desperate need as once, twice, again came those teasing licks, then both men moved in unison, working their way up opposite sides of her body, close to the edge, not too close, but close, a few more steps and she would fly.  Her hands wandered down in frustration but were gently captured, relocated, wrapping around a warm, pulsing penis on one side, caressing the short hair at the nape of the Doctor's neck with the other.

 She felt…childish. Virginal. Inexpert compared to the two men driving her insane, having to focus so hard on the tender organ in her hand as she stroked it, resisting the urge to clutch in ecstasy as Jack leaned over her, mouth licking and nibbling in wicked strokes against the other man's long neck, as the Doctor's hand wandered down her stomach in random meandering motions, so close, but so far from where she needed to be touched.

 She wanted more. She needed more.  Please, before she fractured into a thousand pieces through sheer need.

 Sensing this the men broke away, and she opened her eyes, writhing in frustration.  A silent deliberation seemed to be taking place between the two men, an invitation in Jack's gaze, submission even through the need, a dark, hesitant, almost scared look in the Doctor's eyes.

 Then by an unspoken consent Jack moved closer, the Doctor leaning back, a hand idly stroking himself as Jack lowered himself first over, then into his companion.

  "yessss….."

 It was an affirmation. A plea. A breathless exhalation, from whose throat no one really knew.

 Jack watched the Doctor as Rose closed her eyes below him, hands clutching and grabbing at his arms as they found their rhythm. The Time Lords eyes never left Rose's face, his own mouth soundlessly shaping every sound, every moan, every whimper that escaped her lips.

 So lost and alone, even in this…

 Slowing, drifting with Rose, never breaking his stride, the Time Agent reached out and captured the other man's face, drawing that silently moving mouth to his own.  Gentle and offering, tongue tracing tenderly over the other man's lips, drawing him in, placing hands almost shaking with need over Rose's heart, over his own.

 He tilted his head back, exposing his throat as the Doctor grew more confident, responding to the kiss, rocking with him in this shared embrace, lips moving slowly, then with increasing hunger over his face, to sample and taste his ear, his neck, moving down and around his body, to bury his face in the other man's hair, rubbing his cheek against strong back muscles, touching, feeling. Wanting and finally having.

 Jack bowed his head and groaned as the Doctor's hands drifted down his back, caressing his buttocks, bold, but hesitant. Experienced, but unsure. The combination resulted in a series of touches so intimate yet feather light they slowly sought to drive him insane. Kisses feathered down his spine and he arched into the sensation,  mouth hungrily crawling over Rose's ribs, her stomach, her soft moans a counterpoint to his own as a gentle finger teasingly circled his entrance, then dipped curiously in.  He heard the Doctor make a pleased sound at finding the way already slippery and waiting - ahh, nanobots had so many uses - then Rose was clutching his shoulders, his jaw, pulling his face up to meet her own.

 Rose gnawed hungrily at his lower lip, then her head arched back, that sinful mouth opening and closing in silent breathless shudders as the Doctor reached between them, gently rubbing her clitoris in time to Jack's strokes.   She reached up, past Jack, to the Doctor and pulled him as close as she could, pulled both her lovers towards her, somehow timing it just right as the Doctor thrust forward, the motion carrying a shudder through all three of them.

 "want you inside…" she moaned. "Both of you.. both of you. Oh god, both of you, my beautiful boys, want you inside me…"  the words degenerated into meaningless babble as they moved in tandem now, no longer Rose and Jack, or the Doctor and Rose, but a single mass of flesh, rocking and gasping helplessly in shared ecstasy, fears and loneliness melting away, thoughts and sensations colliding and melding as they rocked helplessly towards the edge.

 They danced.

All Content Copyright © 2001 Taleya Joinson
Last modified: November 12, 2010