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lavinia_fics: Never is a Long Time (11th Doctor/Jack) [K]
Title: Never is a Long Time
Author/Artist/Vidder/...:
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Challenge: 2011 Doctor/Jack Bingo Fest
Prompt used: “I’m not doing that and you can’t make me” (N-1)
Rating: K
Pairing: 11th Doctor/Jack
Spoilers/warnings: Cross-Dressing, Slash; Spoilers for The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone (Well, if a costume counts as a spoiler)
Summary: Jack found an outfit . . . and it gives him ideas.
“No.”
Jack fluttered his eyes and smiled his best, most charming smile.
“Absolutely not.” The Doctor had his arms crossed, his brow furrowed. To be fair, the stern expression might have worked better had he looked older. As it was, he merely looked petulant.
“No one will know,” Jack said, in a sing-songy voice.
“What if they come back?”
Jack shrugged, grinning.
“I’m not doing it,” the Doctor shook his head. “And you can’t make me.”
“Come on, Doctor....I’ve wanted to see you in it ever since I saw it in the wardrobe!” Jack dangled a pair of scarlet patent leather heels in front of the Doctor’s nose. “I’ll buy you some custard?”
The Doctor stopped scowling. “We don’t have any fish fingers.”
“You can always dip something else into it,” Jack grinned.
“It won’t fit.”
“It’ll fit just like everything else that ever spends any time in your wardrobe, Doctor,” Jack smiled. “Hell, it probably even has room for a tuba in there somewhere..”
He thrust a length of black satin at the Doctor, dropping the shoes on top and shoved him up the stairs.
#
Rory and Amy stood, speechless, inside the doors of the TARDIS for a few moments, taking in the scene before them. The Doctor was being twirled around the console by Jack, as a sultry jazz number drifted through. But that wasn’t what stopped them.
The Doctor was wearing a slinky black satin evening gown and a magnificent pair of red high heels. His lips were painted the exact same shade, and his hair was mussed in a way that could only be described as “artful.”
After watching for a few minutes, the couple turned around and stepped back out of the doors, giggling.
Jack twirled the Doctor around and down into a deep dip, and the Doctor glanced toward the upside down doors.
“Did you hear something, Jack?”
Jack pressed a quick peck to the neckline of the dress. “Oh, it was nothing. Nothing at all.”
Author/Artist/Vidder/...:
lavinia_fics Challenge: 2011 Doctor/Jack Bingo Fest
Prompt used: “I’m not doing that and you can’t make me” (N-1)
Rating: K
Pairing: 11th Doctor/Jack
Spoilers/warnings: Cross-Dressing, Slash; Spoilers for The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone (Well, if a costume counts as a spoiler)
Summary: Jack found an outfit . . . and it gives him ideas.
“No.”
Jack fluttered his eyes and smiled his best, most charming smile.
“Absolutely not.” The Doctor had his arms crossed, his brow furrowed. To be fair, the stern expression might have worked better had he looked older. As it was, he merely looked petulant.
“No one will know,” Jack said, in a sing-songy voice.
“What if they come back?”
Jack shrugged, grinning.
“I’m not doing it,” the Doctor shook his head. “And you can’t make me.”
“Come on, Doctor....I’ve wanted to see you in it ever since I saw it in the wardrobe!” Jack dangled a pair of scarlet patent leather heels in front of the Doctor’s nose. “I’ll buy you some custard?”
The Doctor stopped scowling. “We don’t have any fish fingers.”
“You can always dip something else into it,” Jack grinned.
“It won’t fit.”
“It’ll fit just like everything else that ever spends any time in your wardrobe, Doctor,” Jack smiled. “Hell, it probably even has room for a tuba in there somewhere..”
He thrust a length of black satin at the Doctor, dropping the shoes on top and shoved him up the stairs.
#
Rory and Amy stood, speechless, inside the doors of the TARDIS for a few moments, taking in the scene before them. The Doctor was being twirled around the console by Jack, as a sultry jazz number drifted through. But that wasn’t what stopped them.
The Doctor was wearing a slinky black satin evening gown and a magnificent pair of red high heels. His lips were painted the exact same shade, and his hair was mussed in a way that could only be described as “artful.”
After watching for a few minutes, the couple turned around and stepped back out of the doors, giggling.
Jack twirled the Doctor around and down into a deep dip, and the Doctor glanced toward the upside down doors.
“Did you hear something, Jack?”
Jack pressed a quick peck to the neckline of the dress. “Oh, it was nothing. Nothing at all.”
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