Jack's lips twisted once again into a smile. Oh that was good. It would have been good for the Doctor to do as he said but this? This was so much better, because he was joining in. It wasn't a refusal, he wasn't stupid enough to think that. He knew how this worked, the delicacy of it.
He let out a brief laugh and whispered again, "Oh but you do," he said, utterly confident of the fact.
"But fine," he said, playing along, "I could stop, if you like." And so he did, or at least made a fine show of it, stepping back slightly, space between them again, using the air as a tool.
And then he just smirked at him, as though letting him know he was enjoying this, the back and forth, and enjoying more still since he joined in.
And yes, the question on his lips was an almost worrying one to make, but Jack was convinced they were far enough ahead in this game for the Doctor to have enough confidence and enough focus to say. "So if you don't want me to kiss you," he said, still smirking, "what do you want me to do."
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He let out a brief laugh and whispered again, "Oh but you do," he said, utterly confident of the fact.
"But fine," he said, playing along, "I could stop, if you like." And so he did, or at least made a fine show of it, stepping back slightly, space between them again, using the air as a tool.
And then he just smirked at him, as though letting him know he was enjoying this, the back and forth, and enjoying more still since he joined in.
And yes, the question on his lips was an almost worrying one to make, but Jack was convinced they were far enough ahead in this game for the Doctor to have enough confidence and enough focus to say. "So if you don't want me to kiss you," he said, still smirking, "what do you want me to do."
And a pause.
"To you."