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“JACK!” Rose screamed as she caught sight of the captain standing in the doorway to Jackie’s flat. She threw herself at the man, laughing as she pulled him into a ferocious hug.

nsfw, kinda kinky symbol prompts  …  ( accepting !! )

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“Mn? Ah—s’pose not.”

He hadn’t really noticed Jack at first, much less seemed to move from his cross-legged seat on the floor. It was just something he did when the night terrors got bad some nights, and unfortunately tonight had been particularly bad.

Focusing on the silver lighter, toying with the cap back and forth like a focus, he didn’t seem particularly keen on moving. But John did look up all the same, a curious cant in his head.

Every touch was usually purposeful, smooth, soft. Morpheus was more than aware of how much stronger he could be than mortals and so he was often gentle with them, just on the off chance that he would accidentally break them.

The Doctor: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

The Doctor: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Rose: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

       “Find your room okay, then?” The Doctor smiles, happy to have Jack on the TARDIS again. “They get shuffled around a bit depending on who’s here. I assume she knew you were coming and brought it up front again?” 

It had been several weeks since Captain Jack Harkness had joined the Doctor and Rose Tyler on the TARDIS. What had at first been a tense relationship, had now blossomed into something... more. The Doctor was honestly still trying to figure that out.

He wasn't a fool, of course. He had seen how well Jack and Rose got on, how occasionally they'd appear in the console room giggling conspiratorially, but he tried not to pay too much attention. After all, Rose was young and brilliant and good; and the Doctor... well, he wasn't. The issue was that, more and more often these days, the Time Lord felt a familiar tug of jealousy whenever he saw Jack and Rose together... but not directed at the person one would have guessed.

Jack may have had a bit of a dodgy past, but since coming aboard he'd been... fun to have around. The Doctor found himself making excuses to spend time with him. Needing help with a TARDIS repair. Wanting his opinion on the next planet to visit. Small, inconsequential reasons to ask Jack to stay with him a little longer. Eventually, he ran out of tasks, and they parted ways for the evening.

So that's how the Doctor ended up pacing up and down the corridor in front of Jack's room. He'd managed to half convince himself to knock, but when he actually reached the door, he'd thought better of it and turned around. At the end of the hall, he stopped. This was ridiculous, he could knock on Jack's door. No big deal. So he turned around and marched right back. But again, before he knocked, thought better of it. The Doctor went back and forth like this for a good few minutes, with no sign of stopping.