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Design For Living
by Nicola



Rating: PG-13



He and Rose had sex, of course. It was one of the things he liked most about her: the appreciation of surface sensation. Big, wondrous eyes that drank in the universe; hands outstretched to catch falling stars. She reveled in the aesthetics of every new place they visited; sought to sear herself into each foreign landscape.

And on the surface, he and Rose were fucking perfection. No pun intended.

She'd made him wait for it. Fooled him once or twice into thinking she wasn't that kind of girl. She'd drop mentions of Mickey, that thick-as-shit boyfriend of hers—she'd make the effort to look wistful enough that Jack started to believe she might be waiting for him. Across time and space—how goddamn romantic. Except, Jack was pretty sure it wasn't Mickey she was set on waiting for.


Afterward, she stood up quickly, wiping at her mouth and pulling a hand through her tangled hair. She was matter-of-fact as she smiled crookedly and told him to clean himself up. Then her expression crumpled a little. "Don't tell him about this," she blurted, before recovering herself. "He doesn't need to know," she added coolly.

Jack didn't tell her that he probably already knew. From the little he had learned of the Timelords—which, admittedly, wasn't the full and rigorous study his schooling had promised (he preferred living through history to studying it)—he was pretty sure that the Doctor was capable of witnessing Rose's every orgasmic breath in surround sound and full-colour picture. Jack couldn't resist sneaking one last kiss—hope you enjoyed the show, Doctor!—pulling Rose back toward him and doing his best to mess up her hair some more.

"You think he'll be jealous," Jack murmured, his hands traveling down over the contours of her back.

She wriggled in his arms and didn't reply. She succumbed to his persuasive attempts at resuming their kissing. When she finally pulled away again, Jack realized she'd been thinking it over. She blinked once and answered truthfully, "No, he won't be jealous."





September 2005
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