Thank you, everyone that has followed this story. I loved writing it! Finally finished! Once again, forgive spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

"Gimme that!" Rose grabbed the bottle out of Jack's hand and tipped it upwards, pouring the vodka into her mouth.

"You Bitch!" Jack slurred, trying to grapple for the bottle, nearly knocking over the Doctor who was staggering between them.

"Fuck you!" Rose giggled. Jack darted in front of her, grabbing her roughly around the waist. He pulled her into a fierce kiss, managing to unhook the bottle from Rose's fingers while she was distracted. The Doctor was doubled over in laughter. They had been staggering down the street for hours and they all looked worse for wear: the Doctor had lost his jacket and one of his shirt sleeves, but had managed to gain a fez, Rose had sold her underwear to a very excited, very creepy bartender for their third bottle of hypervodka, and Jack's hair was covered in feathers when he had attacked a chicken coup. Rose pulled away from the kiss curtly.

"I hear music" She said, her pupils wide.

"I have that effect on people," Jack said flirtatiously, attempting to pull her in for another kiss. Rose dodged him.

"No, it's coming from over there," She pointed to the town center. Her eyes lit up. "Dancing!" She grabbed the Doctor's hand and pulled him up off the ground, causing him to flail wildly as he tried to find his footing. Jack put a hand on his back for support and the three ran along.

In the center of the town, a massive crowd had formed. Lively, enchanting music permeated the air. Everyone was moving in synchronicity to the flow of the melody. The heady rhythm of hundreds of drums collided with the cacophony of voices, each species creating their own song. Bodies flowed into each other and into the night. Rose, Jack and the Doctor stopped on the edge of the massive crowd, watching in awe of the scene. The celebration was at its climax. Nothing would have indicated this being a less than stellar harvest. Rose turned to her men, a wry smile on her face, and grabbed their hands, pulling them into the crowd. Instantly, Rose seemed infected by the music. It shivered up her bare legs and through her center. As it reached her head she threw it back, a small gasp escaping her mouth. The Doctor wrapped his cool hands around her waist. She craned her head to see him standing behind her. His eyes were dark with keen. Rose leaned back into him, letting her head drop onto his shoulders. The Doctor lowered his head, leaving small bites down Rose's neck. Jack closed in on her from the front. His large hands gripped her hips, brushing the back of The Doctor's hands as he did. His mouth found Rose's; His kiss leaving her weak at the knees and warm all over. The Doctor ran a hand down from her waist to her thigh, continuing its journey up under her dress. Rose gasped sharply as his hand found its destination. The Doctor planted a harsh bite on the back of her neck, leaving his mark.

Jack lifted his head just as the Doctor did. Instantly, they were locked in a kiss. Jack could've swore heard the Doctor growl as he plunged his tongue into his mouth. They pressed closer, squeezing Rose in between. She could feel a firmness on both sides of her. The Doctor continued to plum the depths of Rose, causing her to shiver and gasp with each small thrust of his fingers. Rose roughly grabbed the brim of Jack's trousers, pulling him tighter against her. She slipped a hand into his pants, wrapping it around his stiff cock. Jack moaned as he disconnected from the kiss. The three moved in unison with the beat of the drums. The Doctor lowered his mouth to Rose's ear, unable to resist just one little bite.

"We should get back to the Tardis?" Jack said in a harsh whisper. Rose turned to look at him and nodded. She withdrew her hand from his trousers and grabbed his hand. The Doctor intertwined his fingers with hers and they ran off into the darkness.

She didn't know which room of the Tardis she was in. She was pretty sure it wasn't her own. The Doctor and Jack were on either side of her. Rose was dragging both men by the brim of their trousers toward the bed. She deftly undid their flies at the same time, impressing Jack. As she lowered to her knees, she tugged down their trousers until she had freed their throbbing cocks. Gripping one in each hand, Rose took them both in. Jack let out a low groan at the feel of her warm mouth. He could feel the Doctor's cock against his, sending an electric spasm through him. The Doctor panted heavily, making small guttural noises every so often. He felt Jack's palm on the back of his neck and was once again pulled in for a kiss. Jack's fingers traveled down the Doctor's chest, unbuttoning each button of the ruined shirt. When the Doctor tried to undo his tie, Jack's hand had stopped him. Rose alternated between the two shafts, running her tongue up one and down the other, occasionally popping them out to tease the tips. Her fists had a firm grip of the bases, pumping back and forth steadily. The Doctor stared down at her. Smoky Hazel eyes stared back as a pink tongue danced playfully around his member.

Jack brusquely grabbed Rose under her arms, pulled her up, and threw her back onto the bed.
"You dirty little tease," he said with a grin, pulling his shirt over his head. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he hitched his thumbs under her dress, slipping it slowly over the curves of her body. He cupped a hand over her breast, grazing the nipple lightly with his thumb. Rose gasped in pleasure. With one hand, Jack forced her legs apart and lowered his head down to them. Rose breathed deeply as Jack devoured her. His tongue scoured her walls, stopping intermittently to gently circle her clit. She mewed desperately and reached out a hand to the Doctor. She pulled him beside her, catching her mouth with his. He could feel the vibration of her moans beneath his lips. He slid a hand across her chest, gruffly squeezing her breast. Jack continued to rattle his tongue over Rose's clit, causing more frequent, muffled cries. He reached up a hand and grabbed the Doctor's cock. At his first touch, the Doctor groaned. Jack rocked his hand back and forth over the Doctor's member as his tongue dove in and out of Rose; a symphony of stifled cries came from his partners. Jack released his hand and came up for air. He grabbed the Doctor's arm.

"You must try this," he said, pulling him between Rose's legs. The Doctor took Jack's place. His fingers ghosted over Rose's inner thigh, followed by a trail of light kisses. He lingered above her for a moment, wrapped up in the scent of Rose. She could feel his cool breath on her inner thigh. Slowly, patiently, his tongue lapped at her outer walls. Jack moved toward the upper half of the bed. He ran a hand over her chest, stroking a nipple. He looked at Rose's face. Her eyes were smoldering. She grabbed Jack's cock and began working it in time with the movement of the Doctor's mouth. Jack sighed in appreciation. As the Doctor's pace increased, Rose's breathing became more rapid. She half-moaned, half-giggled as he rolled an "R" over her clit. Jack lowered his mouth to one of her breasts, sucking tenderly. The Doctor lightly grazed his teeth over Rose's swollen clit. Her hips bucked involuntarily. His tongue began to dance around her at a fevered pace. Rose's heavy pants turned into low, breathy moans.

"Oh… my... fuck" Were the only words she could get out as he sucked intensely on her clit. With a broken moan, she came, eyes shut tight. She was oblivious to the furious pumping of her fist over Jack's cock. As she relaxed, she loosed her grip and she looked to the Doctor. The look in his eyes was familiar but alien at the same time; like an animal about to destroy its prey. For the first time, she thought she saw what his enemies meant when they said 'The Oncoming Storm.' The Doctor grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her toward him. His cock was throbbing with the absolute need for her. He teased her entrance, small mews escaping her. Jack kneeled on the bed, his stiff member looming over her head. He caught the Doctor's eye; they both smiled. Rose's jaw hung open, her tongue attempting to grab Jack's cock hanging right above it. At the same instant that the Doctor thrust into Rose, Jack drove his cock into her mouth hard, causing Rose to cry out in a mixture of surprise and ecstasy.

The Doctor let out a barely audible moan as he pressed into her. His hands grasped her thighs tight as he pulsed further. Rose's howls were stifled as she worked methodically on Jack. Her hand gripped the base as she ran the head of his cock along the roof of her mouth. With her other hand, she lightly touched his testicles, causing Jack to let out a stiff cry and begin pressing deep down into Rose's throat. The Doctor pulled her hips closer, pushing deeper and moving faster than before. He snarled as sweat began to bead his brow. Rose's body jumped as she approached climax. Her cheeks caved as her mouth puckered around Jack's member, itself ready to burst. They came in a wave: first Rose with a high, breathy cry, then the Doctor, eyes shut tight and clawing into Rose's haunches, finally Jack almost laughing as his head shot back. Rose attempted to catch all of Jack's explosion, succeeding save only a few small drops gracing the corners of her mouth. The Doctor, out of breath, released himself from her. He crawled forward on the bed, lying down beside Rose. She swallowed quickly, nearly choking, as the Doctor's lips met hers. He could still taste the remnants of Jack on her mouth as he ran his tongue along her lips. Jack fell back on the opposite side of Rose, a laugh rolling up from his body. Rose and the Doctor erupted in a fit of giggles, lips still pressed to one another. All three laughed without words until they passed out.

Rose awoke slowly, surfacing into consciousness. It took a few minutes to gather that she was in a room on the Tardis, but not her room. Moments later, last night's events flew through her memory. She could still feel the burn of every touch, every kiss all over her body. She rubbed her eyes hard, trying to think of what to do next. Propping herself up on her elbows, she noticed she was alone. Pain and disappointment swept over her until she heard the door creak open and saw the Doctor standing there in a dressing gown, holding two cups of tea.

"Morning," he said, a tired grin on his face, closing the door behind him. "How do you feel?" Rose sat up, pulling a blanket over herself meekly, despite the fact that her modesty had been completely wiped out last night.

"Fine… strange really." She said, trying to run a hand through a snarl of hair.

"Good strange or bad strange?"

"Um… I don't know. Am I still drunk? I don't … I don't feel hung-over. I know I had a lot to drink last night. Usually, you would've found me sleeping in the loo."

"Do you feel like you just got off a roller coaster?" he asked, sitting on the bed. Rose thought for a moment.

"Yeah… I do."

"That's normal. Hypervodka is not actually alcohol. It's a combination of sensory enhancements and simulated adrenaline. You won't actually get a hangover," he handed her a cup of tea. "But you should drink this. It'll help curb the headache and the tingles everywhere as the adrenaline dissipates." Rose took the cup and drank slowly. As she scanned the room, something occurred to her.
"Where's Jack?" she asked. The Doctor rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.

"He left a couple of hours ago. Accidently woke me up as he was trying to sneak out. Said he had an early meeting." He said, a bit bemused. Rose looked at him skeptically.

"An early meeting?"

"Yeah"

"And we're in a time machine." Rose stated flatly

"That is what I said." The Doctor said, copying her inflection. Rose smiled and shook her head.

"Figures," She laughed into her tea. "How am I not surprised?" The Doctor leaned over, reclining backwards on the bed.

"Because it's Jack Harkness. And you can't be surprised and you can't be angry." He turned his head and flashed a wide grin at her. Rose smiled back. She arched her shoulders back in a stretch when she felt a spark of pain.

"Ow!" she cried.

"What's wrong?" the Doctor asked.

"My shoulder. It hurts." She answered. The Doctor's eyes went wide.

"Oh… that," He took both mugs and placed them on the side table. "Rose, do you remember getting tattoos last night?" Rose's stared at him incredulously.

"No."

"Well, neither do I… but we did." He had a slightly embarrassed smile. Rose blinked a few times.

"Psychic tattoos?"

"Yeah"

"You got another one?" She asked, grinning.

"Yeah, I did."

"Well, c'mon then, let me see it." Rose demanded. She shifted around so that her legs were crossed, the blanket no longer covering her top half.

"First, let me check out yours. Just to make sure it's ok?" He sat behind Rose. She moved her hair out of the way so he could examine her shoulder blade. The Doctor let out a small laugh.

"What?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing." He was a terrible liar.

"What does yours say?"

"I haven't read it yet." He lightly touched her shoulder, causing Rose to flinch.

"How do you know you have it then?"

"Because it hurts. A lot. Psychic Tattoos take about twice as long as a standrd tattoo to heal. It'll hurt for awhile, just to let you know." He said, sounding very doctor-ly. Rose turned toward him. For a moment, he was lost in her eyes.

"If you tell me what mine says, I'll tell you what yours says," Rose bartered. He smiled at her. He stood up and turned around, his back to Rose. He undid his dressing gown revealing a very naked backside with writing on both cheeks. Rose leaned forward reading the newer of the two tattoos.

"So?" the Doctor asked, a little nervously, craning his neck to see her. Rose let out a giggle.

"It says 'Shiver makes me quiver'," She smiled up at him, her tongue poking out between her teeth. The Doctor laughed, his face beaming. "So what does mine say then?" He turned back around and picked up his dressing gown,

"It says 'Shake makes my world quake'," he said, retying it around his waist. Rose burst out in contagious laughter. He leaned down to face her.

"You do, you know?" He said, smirking slightly.

"So do you." She said. He moved forward, their lips meeting in an Earth-moving kiss.

Jack Harkness strolled along the early morning street. The smell of the sea hung heavy in the air. He breathed deep, relishing it. It was a lovely spring morning, his coat hung over his arm and the sleeves of his button-down shirt were rolled to the elbows. As he looked out over Cardiff Bay, a small tinge of guilt flourished in his mind. He knew he acted like an ass, lying through his teeth and using his vortex manipulator to zip across the galaxy, but he was no good at 'next-mornings'. He could handle the worst monsters in the universe, but he still froze up over breakfast conversation. Besides, he thought, Rose and the Doctor will want some one-on-one time. He smiled to himself as he passed a shop window. He stopped, admiring himself in the reflection. He carefully pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a raw patch of skin emblazoned with writing on his bicep. He touched it, wincing slightly.

"Jack Harkness: Tamer of Wolves and Calmer of Storms," Jack read the words, laughing to himself. He lowered his shirtsleeve and walked on.

End