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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Apr 2, 2012 9:16:24 GMT -5
Jack didn't let up. He just kept the kiss pressed firmly, his hands keeping a firm grip on his shoulders. So many years of wanting to see him one more time. So many years of longing and he was finally able to see his Doctor again. He didn't chance kissing him too ecstatically. It would probably have him startled and would probably end things. Jack settled with lip on lip contact. It was good enough.
The Doctor sneaked an arm around him, pressing against his lower back and held him firmly in place. That was a good thing. A really good thing. Jack smiled a little against him. But as he thought about it, he realized how much that meant. The last time they saw each other, way back on Satellite 5, Jack had kissed The Doctor. It was a good-bye kiss. The last thing he did was kiss him good-bye. Maybe he thought this was what it was.
Gently, he pulled back and cupped his cheeks between his hands.
"I'm not saying good-bye, Doctor." Jack grinned cheekily. "I'm saying hello."
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Post by The Ninth Doctor on Apr 4, 2012 23:32:40 GMT -5
The Doctor couldn't help but huff moodily at Jack when he pulled back, grinning that stupid grin of his. So cheeky and confident. It would have been annoying if he hadn't been so endeared to it.
It was frustrating, really.
"Good. I wasn't going to let you out of my sight anyway." Nine grumbled in his usual, gruff way. He felt a bit desperate, clinging so tightly to what he had now. Namely, Jack, who was stilled wrapped securely in one arm. Even though he had pulled back, Nine hadn't let go of him.
He needed to feel the heat from under his clothes, the solid, smooth skin under it, and the thrum of blood rushing just under the surface. It was so real and so tangible it became Nine's favorite thing in the world. In the universe. Because in the back of his ever whirling mind, The Doctor connected the feeling with a happier time, a time that was his. The captain was his, it was simple and pure. Unadulterated ownership he felt only with a handful of other things. The TARDIS, his sonic screwdriver, his leather jacket, and Rose.
His.
It wasn't a romantic attachment, or even sexual, friendly, intellectual, it was instinctual. Nine had found someone just like, someone who was going to be around for a very, very long time. Someone who was alone.
It's better to be alone together, after all.
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