"Yeah," Jack said, finding himself smiling, "think I can agree with you there."

Such simple words, or at least they sounded that way. But then they meant so much. And he realised that as he thought that, the Doctor could likely hear. But then he kind of liked that too.

He let out a long gasping breath as the Doctor stroked his nerves, they seemed to vibrate within him and along his body, sending his hairs on end. It was a feeling that was utterly indescribable. In all the experiences Jack had had, he'd never had anything quite like that. It was so perfectly Doctor.

Maybe that was what made it so good.

At the same time though, Jack's body itched for more, and to do more. A vivid image of himself and his mouth around the Doctor shot to the forefront of his mind, ripe for the Doctor to see, and in it a wordless question, because he followed that too with another image, himself inside the Doctor. He was giving him a choice.

A choice and a request too.

Tether it he asked in his mind. There was something about feeling that the connection was lasting past his hand falling away.