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Twenty Second Century Girl
Author: Jillybean

Feeling sore and tender, Rose crawled across the bed to
reach her phone, lifting it to her ear with a sleepy groan,
�Rosie,�
Jack cooed. �You must be hungry, yeah.�
Rose
grinned as the Doctor rolled over, removing the phone from her hand. �Jack?� he asked.
�Uh . . . yeah?�
�Piss
off.� Ending the call he grinned down at
Rose. �So, what should we do now?�
Rose stuck
her bottom lip out, tempting the Doctor to suck on it. She giggled, running her fingers over his
shoulders. �Well we�ve tried every
position I know.�
�Poor
little human,� he teased, lying down beside her.
Lying
wrapped in his arms, naked and sated, with the Thompson Twins� �Oh Lay Your
Hands� playing on the radio, Rose couldn�t imagine being happier. There wasn�t any need to explore the universe
when she had her own personal universe right here. She was lying in his bed.
�What�re
you thinking?� He traced her jaw line with his fingers, pulling her face closer
for another kiss.
�That I�m
happy.� It was the very moment she spoke
the words out loud that Jack blasted through the door.
�Aww shit!� Jack exclaimed.
�Susan I hope you�re open minded!�
�What � aahhhhhh!� Susan
shrieked, covering her eyes as she still stumbled towards the bed. �Rose you have to come here!�
Rose
squealed, wondering where all their clothes and bedcovers had gone. She tried to escape from Susan�s groping
hands, but the girl had an uncanny ability to grab her hand.
�Susan!� Rose
squealed, thumping naked onto the floor.
�Susan!�
the Doctor roared, grabbing at a pillow to protect his modesty.
�Doctor,�
Jack lifted the sonic cannon, pointing it straight at him. �I�m a pretty good aim with thing � there�s lots of things you can lose without me killing you.�
The Doctor
sat on the bed.
�Good boy,�
Jack kicked part of the ripped duvet towards Rose. �That slime�s a powerful aphrodisiac, you
guys aren�t yourselves.�
�What, we
can�t just have a lot of sexual tension?� Rose snarled. She stood, wrapping her tattered shreds of
dignity up in the duvet.
�Get her
out of here,� Jack said, nodding to Susan.
�And if you don�t go, Rose, I�ll take off something he�ll really
miss.�

oOo

�I hate you,� Rose announced.
�Why can�t
we just play the game?� Susan asked, eyeing the Chess board sadly.
Rose paced
the room, fidgiting away. �This is really unfair.� She shot Susan another glare, approaching the
locked door with an air of hopefulness.
�Look I�ve
made my move,� Susan said, moving a pawn.
�Maybe we
want to shagging like bunnies, did you ever think of
that?� Rose asked.
�Please
don�t talk about my grandfather like that,� Susan said with a little shudder.
�And that�s
another thing,� Rose pointed at her.
�How dare you call me your grandmother?
Interrupted precious screwing time you did.�
Susan
paled. �I wish you wouldn�t say that.�
�Well we
don�t all get what we want.� Rose
grimaced, pressing against the door. �I
bet Jack�s got him right now.�
�Jack
promised he wouldn�t.�
Rose
snorted. �And you believed him?�

oOo

�Come on, Jack, I know you fancy me.�
Jack
pointed the gun at the Doctor�s face.
�If I thought you were doing this because you liked me, trust me you�d
be on your back faster than you can say Raxicoracofallapatorius.�
�Even
though they sound of it something quite precocious?� the Doctor asked, waggling
his eyebrows suggestively. �Oh come on .
. .�
�You just
want me to let my guard down,� Jack said.
�Now back off!�
Sulking,
the Doctor meandered over to the other side of the room, sitting on the bed
with a breathy sigh.
�And no
more of those noises!� Jack snapped.
�I can�t
believe you of all people are doing this to me,� the Doctor grumbled.
�You�ll
thank me for it in the morning.� Jack
crossed his legs, resting his hand on his knee, the barrel of the sonic cannon
not wavering from the Doctor. �Now sit
there and think unsexy thoughts.�
�I have no unsexy thoughts,� the Doctor drawled.
�Now that
I believe,� Jack muttered. �This is gonna be a long, hard night.�
�Oooh, promise?�
�Shut up!�

oOo

�But Susan,� Rose knelt beside her. �Just think of how much fun it would be!�
�No!� Susan
squeaked.
�Hmmph,� Rose flounced back to her bed. �Call yourself an adventurer?� She stretched and fluttered her eyelashes at
Susan. �Tell me you�ve never wondered
what it�d be like to be with a girl?�
�I�m an
enlightened being,� Susan said, edging as far away from the bed as was
physically possible.
�So you have
been with a girl,� Rose bounced in delight.
�And here I was thinking you were a stuck-up little virgin.�
Susan
spluttered for a full minute before taking out her mobile and calling
Jack. �Help!�
There was a
muffled sound on the line before Jack could clearly be heard shouting �down
boy!�
�Jack?�
Susan whimpered, wondering if there was a weapon she could use to beat Rose off
with.
�Here!� he
gasped. �Everything
okay?�
�Rose�s
affections have . . . um . . .
transferred.�
�Yeah, I
know, the same � back off you horny bastard! � happened to the Doc!�
Susan
winced as there was a sickly thump on the other end of the line. �Jack?
Jack!�
�Here,� he
said again, much calmer. �The problem�s
been dealt with.�
Regarding
the unconscious Doctor, Jack grinned.
�Want me to come and give you a hand with Rose?�
�If you
please,� Susan said. �How did you deal
with it?�
�A brick.�

oOo

Rose woke to find Jack�s face inches from her own.
�This is
the happy moment before I remember what happened last night, isn�t it?� she
asked.
He nodded.
She sat up,
gingerly. �I don�t feel hungover.�
�You wouldn�t.� Jack was sitting on her bed, with big bags
under his eyes. �Are you feeling horny?�
�What?�
Rose blinked, realisation setting in. �Oh my God!�
�I told you
you�d thank me in the morning.� Jack
rubbed the back of his neck. �Doctor�s
trying to drown himself in his shower I think, Susan�s sleeping. If the two of you get attacked by any alien
love machines, don�t call us,� he said, hiding a yawn behind the back of his
hand as he made for the door. �This is
our day off.�
With a
groan, Rose collapsed on her bed again.
She stared up at the ceiling, remembering the Doctor�s tongue, his
finger tips, his lips, his . . .
�Whoah, boy,� Rose breathed, running her hands through her
hair. �That can�t be good for the
heart.� Oh but really, only they could
be daft enough to let that alien goo get all over them.
She grinned slightly. The results
weren�t totally undesirable either. And
what were a bunch of Time Agents doing camping out on that planet anyway? Highly suspect, Rose thought. You could make a fortune selling that
stuff.
She
wandered through the TARDIS corridors, finding her way into the Doctor�s room,
grinning at the destruction they�d wreaked.
He was going to have to find a new grey jumper. And she needed a new pair of Gap jeans.
�Worth it,
though,� she murmured, peeking inside the shower.
�Rose!� he
exclaimed, sounding scandalised and scrabbling desperately for a towel.
Handing him
one, she grinned. �Glad to see the alien
goo didn�t make me hallucinate or nothing.� She pointed at him. �Exactly how I remember you.�
�God, Rose,
I�m so sorry.�
Sorry?
�I never
meant for that to happen,� he stood in front of her, dripping wet, looking like
a kicked puppy. �Can you forgive me?�
�Forgive
you?� Rose repeated.
He
grimaced. �I should have known, I should have been stronger than that. I . . . I took advantage of you.�
�Well give
me some credit,� Rose said, slightly miffed.
�I can�t
believe I . . .� he swallowed, his Adams
apple bobbing adorably. �I thought I was
stronger than that, Rose.�
�Hey, I
don�t mind.� She stepped closer, trying
not to look hurt as he pulled away. �Doctor,
we�re both consenting adults, and I enjoyed it.�
�Rose I�m
sorry!�
�We seem to
be having two different conversations.�
Rose folded her arms, glaring at him.
�I can�t do
this,� he mumbled, wrapping the towel around his waist and heading out the
door. �I can�t believe I could hurt you
like this . . .�
�Hurt me .
. .� Rose groaned, following after him.
�Doctor, I�m a little sore, but I really, really don�t mind. In fact!
It�s good sore!�
�Rose,� he
turned to her, exasperated. He looked as
though she wasn�t grasping the finer points of quantum physics. �You were drugged! You almost didn�t have a choice!�
�The same
could be said for you!� Rose exclaimed, flinging her hands in the air. �But you don�t see me beating myself up over
it!�
�Sweet,
Rose,� he mumbled. �I�m so sorry.�
�Then . .
.� she took a deep, calming breath. �You
are forgiven.�
The Doctor
shook his head. �We�re heading for Rygella, they specialise in medical facilities for any
species. I want to make sure you�re
okay.�
�Sometimes
I want to kill you,� Rose said coolly.
�After last
night, I couldn�t blame you.�

oOo

�So.� The prim little man in
front of her gazed over the top of his spectacles. �You�ve had sex recently.�
Rose
blinked, wondering why she�d been left alone in the examining room with this
scary little man. Sure, he said
he was a Doctor, but so did the Doctor. �Uh
. . . yes.�
�So I
see.� Removing his spectacles, he made a
note on his fancy, glowing chart. �Were
you intending to procreate?�
�What?�
Rose squeaked.
�Because
the attempt was unsuccessful,� the doctor continued. He eyed her once more. �Is there something the matter, Miss?�
�Uh . . . I
didn�t know we . . . could.� She sat on
the bed with a muffled thump.
�Humans are
the most sexually compatible race encountered,� the doctor raised one, grey
eyebrow in her direction. �Did you miss
primary school out?�
She glared
at him. �I travel through time.�
�That�s
worse,� he proclaimed. �Well I�ll
prescribe you a pill which will protect against most known sexually transmitted
diseases,� he missed the colour drain from Rose�s face, �and should prevent
conception.�
�Oh.� Rose swallowed. �Good.
Great.
Thanks.�
�Take it
daily,� the doctor advised, handing her a data chip.
�Uh . . .�
Rose regarded the little metal square sitting in the palm of your hand.
�It
contains the formula, pet,� the doctor spoke as though she were six. �Your spaceship should be able to decipher
it.�

Outside the office, she paused in the corridor, leaning
against the windowsill. Outside, in the
depths of space, a million miles away, a sun burned. She almost thought she could feel its heat on
her face, its orange glow eclipsing the station.
�Rose?�
�Hey, Susan.�
Wearily, she smiled at the girl.
�Is the Doctor finished yet?�
Susan
approached, somewhat tentatively.
Following Rose�s gaze out the window, a smile spread over her face. �I�ve never been here before. It�s nice to go somewhere new.�
Rose chewed
on the inside of her cheek.
�Granddad�s
finished,� Susan sighed, glancing away.
�We�re ready to go if you are.�
�Yep,� Rose
stuck her hands in her pockets. �Let�s
go.�

oOo

She raked out her best underwear, pulling a pair of baggy
jeans and a loose t-shirt over the top.
Peeking up and down the corridor, she crept, ever so quietly, through
the TARDIS. She knew the way to his room,
even though the TARDIS had shifted the swimming pool again. It was as though the ship just couldn�t
decide where to put that damned room. Every day a different place.
Rose didn�t
chap on the door, just slid inside, humming under her breath. She could see the Doctor, spread out on the
bed. The duvet rustled as he tensed.
She
continued to hum the song as she crawled onto the mattress. Running her fingers up his legs, she heard
him gasp as she reached the crotch of the jog pants he wore. Grinning to herself, she licked his stomach,
running her tongue all the way up to his chest.
Now straddling him completely, she gave him the lightest kiss on the
lips. �Can�t tell me I�m still drugged,
can you?�
He stared
at her, his eyes doing that quick darken once more. �No,� he said, his voice husky.
Rose
shivered. She sat up, peeling her
t-shirt off and tossing it to the other side of the room.
�Wow,� he
murmured, reaching up to play with the lace.
�Naughty,�
she slapped his hand away, wriggling against his hips as she shimmied out of
her jeans. �See with your eyes, not with
your hands.� Sticking her tongue out at him, she giggled as he sat up abruptly,
kissing her.
�And,� Rose
purred, sliding her fingers under the waistband of the black, jersey
trousers. �I�m now contraceptive�d
up.�
�What?� the
Doctor scooted out from under her faster than she could say �protected�.
�I�m . . .�
she hesitated. Were Time Lords
catholic? �I�m not going to have
babies?�
�Babies?�
he repeated, ashen faced. �I never even
thought of that.� He drew his hands over
his face, groaning.
�Well,� she
pulled his hands away from his face. She
knew from experience there were far more interesting things those hands of his
could be doing. �It doesn�t matter. Won�t happen now.� She ducked her head to give him a kiss,
moving against him for a moment.
A minute then.
How long
did she have to grind her hips anyway?
�Err . . .�
�Yes,
Doctor?� she asked, pulling her lips away from his nipple.
�This isn�t
happening for me,� he mumbled, looking appalled at the thought.
�Right.� Rose grated
her teeth. �That�s okay . . . it�s been
a long day.�
�Yeah.� He didn�t
sound convinced. �We could . . .
hug. I guess.�
�Yeah.� Rose forced
the cheer into her voice, sliding down beside him in her best lacy
underwear. �Hugging�s
good. I like hugging.�
They lay
there together, staring at the ceiling.
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