TITLE: Distant Heat.
AUTHOR: Mexx
PAIRING: Rose/Jack, Rose/Nine.
RATING: 18+
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who, Rose Tyler and Jack Harkness are all property of the BBC – I have no claim to them until I get the action figures.
SUMMARY: Rose knew that however he might set her ablaze with just a look, he would never hold her in the intimate embrace she craved.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to be wonderful betas Tara, Marci and NQDonne. You were invaluable. *hugs*

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Rose was feeling... well, 'frustrated' might have been an apt way to put it. 'Bloody horny' was probably a little more accurate. She was finally finding normalcy in this new lifestyle she'd adopted, finally discovering a routine, and finally finding herself missing things that came as normal to her when she was at home. Some things she was missing were simple, ordinary: the smell of the washing powder her mum used; watching Footballer's Wives with Shireen and Suki on a Thursday night; Friday nights down the pub. But some things – one thing in particular – were a little more complex.

She missed sex.

Her flirtatious tryst with Adam was over before anything came of it. And even so, she thought that even if something had come of it, he would be a little too nice, and a little too gentle, and a little too soft for her. Sometimes, she had dirty little thoughts and fantasies that would probably have had Adam's brain oozing out of that hole in his forehead. Wants of dirty sex in secret places, inviting the Doctor to join them, playing with toys... anything but the over-used flick of her finger against her clit. What she'd had with Mickey was long gone, and even at the height of their relationship he'd never been able to make her fall apart the way the books she had hidden under her mattress at home described.

Mixed signals, hesitant touches and those looks from the Doctor only served to increase her frustration tenfold, and yet he offered no release for her. Fantasies about him and those long fingers, and other uses for his sonic screwdriver could only carry her so far. Her fingers weren't enough for her any more; and even if she came, her skin still felt a little too tight, and her clit ached for more. Touching herself really wasn't cutting it, and there was absolutely no way she was going to ask the Doctor to drop her off at Ann Summers. The trip to Superdrug for tampons and to fill in her prescription for microgynon had been bad enough.

Jack, however, presented a potential solution to her little problem. He was handsome and charming and not coy in his affection for her. Jack was a bit of a rogue, and a bit of a bastard, he probably fancied the Doctor as much as she did, but he'd felt good pressed against her when they danced. He was quite a bit older than her too, but she supposed it was just like fancying your fit Maths teacher at school; it's all right as long as he's younger than your mum. Besides, a couple of decades was nothing compared to the several centuries the Doctor had on her.

Seducing him proved to be easy enough, not least of all because they'd been halfway there discussing 'business' atop his space ship hovering over London.

“You settling in alright, then?” she asked, slinking into his room some hours later.

Jack looked up from the alien-science-tech-thing he'd been playing with and greeted her with one of his charming smiles. He set down his gadget and strode towards her. “Oh, absolutely,” he replied, smirking. “You've made me feel very... welcome.”

Rose grinned at him. “Oh yeah? Anything else I can do to make you feel more welcome?”

“Well there was one thing...” His arms slipped round her to rest on her waist, and Rose watched as his gaze unsubtly swept over her, delighting in the idea that this was going to be even easier than she anticipated.

Rose slinked further into his arms and backed him towards the centre of the room, purposefully neglecting to completely close the door behind her. So what if the Doctor heard them? she thought to herself naughtily. It was partly his fault she was feeling like this anyway, all edgy and pent up.

“Hmm. It's a shame your spaceship blew up though,” she said, slipping her arms around him. She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes, smiled, licked her dry lips.

“I don't know.” Jack flashed her his dimples. His fingers found the bare flesh between her T-shirt and jeans and stroked it softly, making Rose arch a little under his touch. “I think I'll like it here.”

“Yeah, why's that?” Rose asked innocently.

“Well for one thing, there's a cute blonde in my arms whom I'm told is 'very available'.” Jack rubbed his hips subtlety against hers in an unmistakable gesture of want, and that elusive flicker flared inside Rose.

“I was thinking,” she began, blushing just a touch, “now we're not standing on an invisible spaceship in the middle of London, or being bombed by Nazis...” her eyes flicked downwards, then back up to meet his. She bit on her lip, and smiled coyly at him.

“'That an invitation, Miss Tyler?” he asked, smiling just as he had when he'd kissed her hand.

Rose giggled. “'Suppose so, yeah.”

They watched each other for a moment, eyes dancing in a combination of merriment and wolfish lust. Rose flinched inside at the intensity of his look; she was by no means inexperienced, but she rarely made moves this fast on a bloke unless she'd had a couple of Malibu and Cokes, and no one had ever looked at her quite like that before.

Then they were kissing, hungrily and hotly, and in an instant Rose knew why she'd felt so unsatisfied; none of her fantasies, not even the ones about the Doctor, compared to this, the hot feel of flesh on flesh. Jack's hands splayed against her back under her T-shirt and his lips pressed hotly against hers. His hands slipped lower, cupping her bum and pulling her against him.

“'You really up for this?” Jack asked her, whispering against her lips.

“God yeah,” Rose replied, and snaked a hand between their bodies to cup his burgeoning erection. “An' it feels like you definitely are.”

Confident that he wanted this, and incensed by the desire he'd awoken within her, Rose thrust herself against him. In an act she suspected might have defied gravity anywhere but in the TARDIS, she looped her arms around Jack's neck and pulled herself upwards until she was able to lock her legs around his hips, rocking against his erection.

She drew her lips away from his, kissed the cleft in his chin, along his jaw and back, meeting his lips and entangling her tongue with his. One hand continued to grope his erection, while the other curved around his body, familiarising herself with him.

Jack spun them around and backed her against a wall opposite the door, using it as a brace to support her. His hands expertly felt their way around her body, touching her breasts and hips and denim-clad crotch.

Delighting in the feelings he was evoking in her, the sensations she had been longing for for weeks, Rose rotated her hips against his, pushing herself more intimately against him, savouring the sexy heat of his body pressed against hers.

Eventually Rose decided that that the layers of clothing between them weren't doing them any favours. Slipping down from his hips, she quickly undid her jeans, intent on slipping them off, but before she could achieve her goal Jack's hands were pushing hers away. Kneeling in front of her, his fingers hooked around her knickers, pulling them and her jeans down. Rose shuddered everywhere his fingers brushed. Even as his fingers freed her legs of clothing and simply brushed her ankles, Rose felt ready to buckle. When he finally stood up she grinned slyly, and undid the fly on Jack's trousers, pulling them past over his erection and down to his knees.

She felt Jack watching her with passion-glazed eyes until she jumped back into his arms, her wet cunt now pressed shamelessly against him as she rolled her pelvis against his. A pleasurable wave swept her body as they touched intimately, making Rose tingle all over. Jack moved slightly so she was completely trapped between his body on the wall, dependant on his body and hands grasping at her hips to keep her upright. He was only inches from filling her, and Rose trembled with anticipation. God, she wanted this.

Time seemed to shift as she rose and then slipped herself down onto his hard dick. Rose groaned in satisfaction at the burning ache pooling out from between her legs. Her eyes flickered closed, and she slipped a hand between their joined bodies to finger herself while Jack thrust into her.

A shuddering, well-placed thrust on his part had Rose slamming her head back against the wall, her free hand clawing through his hair. Empty, airless gasps escaped her lips, and she squeezed herself tighter around him, burning with passion. Her eyes flinched open, and this time the gasp that escaped her lips was one of shock; opposite herself and Jack, standing in the open door, watching unabashedly, stood the Doctor.

His face was dark and guarded, but Rose imagined she saw jealously and something akin to lust in his eyes. Rose held his gaze, caught somewhere between shame and elation, and continued to move against Jack, moaning softly as he sucked and kissed at her neck. The Doctor's eyes on her did not stray, and neither did the rhythm of Jack's body moving against her.

Her finger doubled its effort as she imagine the Doctor rushing forward and taking over and touching her, kissing her, while Jack continued inside of her. Her body strained, lips gasped around soundless sighs, but the Doctor remained still, rooted to the spot in the doorway.

Rose tensed then trembled in quick succession as an orgasm came rushing forward. She fought the urge to close her eyes at the intensity of the heat flickering inside of her, not wanting to break from the Doctor's magnetic gaze. Eyes open, locked with the Doctor's, and body writhing, locked with Jack, heat flared from somewhere deep inside and she came brutally, thrashing against Jack.

Her finger slowed down and her body pulsed as she came down from her orgasm, slumping a little against Jack as he continued to pump inside her. Her gaze still remained fixed on the Doctor; she couldn't bear to break away from the intensity of the look her gave her, as hot as Jack's body moving against her was.

Distracted and unnerved by the Doctor's unwavering look, Rose was barely aware when Jack came, only that he was whispering annoying, nonsensical things against her neck that she imagined he thought was what she wanted to hear. Slipping down from Jack's hips, she darted her glance away from the Doctor to look him in the eye. “Wow,” she said breathlessly, smiling. “That was... wow.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed, dropping a surprisingly chaste kiss on Rose's lips.

When Rose peeked over Jack's shoulder, she found the doorway empty and the Doctor gone.

“What's up?” Jack asked, peering behind him.

“Oh, nothing. We just left the door open.” Rose was acutely aware of the intimate, half-naked way in which they were pressed up against each other, the tangle of the arms, their sweat and come mingling on their bodies.

Despite all physical evidence to the contrary, Rose still felt a little bit un-satiated, a little bit like she was still longing for something else – someone else. One of the most erotic moments of her young life, and the man she had truly been sharing it with had not even been touching her. She doubted he ever would be. She knew that the Doctor did not do domestic or girlfriends and resented when strangers mistook them for a couple, knew that however he might set her ablaze with just a look, he would never hold her in the intimate embrace she craved.

“Hey, you still with me?” Jack asked. “Looked like you zoned out on my for a second there.”

“Nope,” Rose replied, smiling brightly. “I'm all yours.”

--end.