As soon as the Doctor's lips were gone from his own, Jack felt the loss. He let out a gasping breath, un-tempered, and he smiled as his lips touched his jaw. He had wanted this a long time, yes, but more than want, he needed it, and he suspected the Doctor did too. And it would be okay. Things would be okay.
The fingers that touched at the Doctor's shirt twisted a little more then, pulled in such a way that moved the fabric free of the buttons, a way too that looked almost accidental. It wasn't, of course.
"So," he said as he took in a deep breath, "Mr. Variable, I do hope you intend to provide a full analysis."
And then beneath that? A little more truth shone through on a shaky breath of his own, "Oh I want you."
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:44 pm (UTC)The fingers that touched at the Doctor's shirt twisted a little more then, pulled in such a way that moved the fabric free of the buttons, a way too that looked almost accidental. It wasn't, of course.
"So," he said as he took in a deep breath, "Mr. Variable, I do hope you intend to provide a full analysis."
And then beneath that? A little more truth shone through on a shaky breath of his own, "Oh I want you."