Chapter Ten

The rich heavy smell of cinnamon filled Jack's lungs almost abruptly, waking him with thoughts of baked apples and the hope of pie crust. Sunlight filtered over everything like gold dust from chicken curtains hanging above an oversized ceramic sink. And over all of this, a sweet summer heat crept through him, sent by the graces of that big blue darling of a ship. He could kiss the captain, well… had done, but nevermind. Kissing always led to distractions, and he wanted to savour this moment.

Well floured and stuffed with eleven months of baby, Doctor was standing over him with a spoon in his hand, eyeing Jack as though he were something delectable.

"Forever and always, my love," Jack said, cottoning early to the hungry look in the Time Lord's eyes, "I take it the pie's in the oven?"

The eleventh Doctor grinned that lovely thievish grin, one nostril flaring for effect as tossed his floppy hair out of his face, sprinkling the world in un-sifted flour. Then, he reached down to take Jack's quite kissable chin in one hand, hooking his other thumb in his apron band so he could grab his massive stomach. "Well, that's… one way of putting it," he said brightly, patting the two exquisite frog statues in his pocket."…anyway, there's something I've been wanting to make you say…"

Then he slowly undid the tie of his apron, letting the stiff fabric creep down over his exquisite bulging belly until it caught on the crown of him and hung there like a discarded coat.

Jack bit his lip as the strip tease continued with the abandonment of a soft cotton shirt. Then, thin grey yoga pants slid like clay-slip down beneath that lovely bump, coasting beneath wide, bony hips, and already he was reveling in the delicious cool sex-heat exuded by his tasty, teeming Time Lord.

The Time Agent leaned forward, carefully nuzzling the runner-up prize, that gorgeous pearly mound of baby belly. He cupped it in his hands as the Doctor stared down at him, a small smirk gathering at the corners of the ancient alien's mouth. Jack pulled the Doctor down into a semi-sitting position, gentling stone nipples as they moved together, jerking and squirming and thrusting in time to their hearts, all with the thickness of the baby between them.

Eyes locked; the Old Man's gaze turned expectant, playful even, as Jack filled him again for the last time then threw himself up just enough, to stare into those lovely green lenses.

"Hello, Casanova," he said quietly, and promptly drowned in a deluge of swollen, wet kisses.

FIN