"Rules. We need rules." He spoke the words as evenly as he could manage, given that Rose was burying her face into his chest, Jack's lips on her neck. They had woken up all arms and legs, tangling themselves together, and Rose danced her puppet strings while her men obeyed. Mouths and sighs and grunts, but the Doctor needed to have the conversation before he lost himself in the sounds escaping her pretty little mouth. He hooked his finger under her chin, made her look at him.

"Kay. Rule one: don't worry about it." Rose grinned at him, and he saw the way she was arching her back into Jack, saw that little glint in her eyes that made him weak and irate at the same time.

"Rule two: go with the flow." Jack's mouth lifted from her shoulder to speak, a ridiculous smile playing across his face. No doubt the Captain thought he was incredibly clever to have managed this, was probably dancing inside to have finally found himself in bed with his friends, and the Doctor resisted the urge to reach out and hit the happiness off of his face. Jack wouldn't be smiling if he knew that his presence was the only reason the Doctor was bringing up rules.

"Rule three: we have a real discussion about this or I'm leaving." It was bluff, a dangerous one that might force him to chose between getting his way and making love to his beautiful girl, but he was arrogant and played his card anyway, moving his hands from Rose's deviously naked flesh. He tried not to be offended by the sigh that puffed from her mouth.

"Okay, rule four: no PDA. I don't want t'have conversations about this with anyone, and havin' two blokes all ov'r me is sure to make tha' happen." Rose scooted away from him, flopped to her back.

"Fair enough. What about frequency?" The Doctor tried not to smile at getting his way, he knew she hated that. The men copied her movements, the three of them staring at the ceiling of the TARDIS.

"As often as we feel like it." She had all the power, and yet she wouldn't say what Jack and the Doctor both knew she meant. As often as she felt like it, but they let it slide.

"One on two is delicious, but what about one on one, hmm?" Jack put his hands behind his head, and the Doctor's breath caught in his throat. One on one? As in, Jack wanted Rose all to himself, one on one? No, no, no. That was not what they were doing here. They were doing this as a group because that's what Rose wanted, and anything else was surely not up for discussion. They were not having that discussion, were they? No, no, no.

"Anxious to get the Doctor t'yourself, hmm?" She giggled, and a knot tightened in his stomach. "I don't have a problem with one on one."

If Rose didn't object, and she was the only one here that could object, that meant Jack could have Rose alone, without him. The thought made me groan inwardly, his mind clouded with images of Rose coming on Jack's lap, Jack's hands scratching her back, Jack's mouth on her...

"This isn't a relationship. That should be a rule." A slight blush ran along Rose's neck, and the men drew lines with their lips, silent as she explained. "You know, nothing changes in the rest of our lives, yeah?" The Doctor and Jack made gentle noises of agreement, the tension in the room suddenly thick and constricting.

"Any more rules?" Rose sat up as she spoke, her hair falling around her shoulders and the glow from the TARDIS made her look like the goddess he knew she was. She turned to look at him, clearly expecting him to pipe up with another rule, but his mouth was dry. If one on one meant that Jack could have Rose, it also meant the Doctor could have Rose, without Jack, and that was a magnificent consolation prize.

"One more rule: I'm not finished with you." The boldness of his words were startling even to himself, but the Doctor reached out and pulled her down to him, capturing her lips between his teeth and swallowing the surprised gasp she let out as she fell onto his chest. He was aware of Jack sitting up, of the Captain's mouth roaming over her back, but the Doctor did what he was learning he had to do in these situations: he focused on Rose.

"Oh good, 'm not finished with you either, or you." She tossed the last part over her shoulder to Jack's smiling face as she straddled the Doctor's lap.

"Fuck me, Rose Tyler." And even though she kept her hand around Jack's cock, even though she occasionally glanced at the man kneeling beside them, the Doctor thrust up into her and made plans for getting her alone.

A planet in the Layle Solar System with exceptional food and even better music turned out to be the perfect place to get Rose alone. He had several opportunities on the TARDIS, of course, but knowing that Jack was lurking nearby, probably with a drinking glass pressed to the walls in case he heard anything he might want to join in on, seemed a bit unromantic. Not that he was trying to romance Rose Tyler, of course, but because she was a beautiful and nice girl who deserved more than that.

They were sitting at a round table in a noisy restaurant when Jack had charmed a waitress who had let him charm the owner, and the next thing the Doctor and Rose knew, Jack was on stage with the band, performing as if he did this every night.

"Look at him! What a riot!" Rose tossed her head back in laughter, clapped her hands with the music. The Doctor watched in amusements as Jack winked at each of them and turned back to the three stringed instrument that had just been strapped to his chest.

"He's putting on quite the show! Can't let him upstage us, can we?" The Doctor smiled slowly as he scooted his chair near hers. The amusement on Rose's face quickly slipped away, replaced with a rather serious looking eyebrow gesture that the Doctor often wished he could replicate.

"What do ya 'ave in mind, Doctor?" Rose recrossed her legs, her fingers running up her own thigh, the short dress sliding up further. The sight of her skin had a way of making him shiver all over and bring to mind memories of the few times he'd touched her. The times his mouth had skated across those thighs, the times he had made her scream out from the movements of his tongue. Eager to make this moment another time he got to feel her, the Doctor stretched his arms out and casually draped an arm over the back of her chair.

"I have your knickers in mind, actually." He loved the small blush that crept up her neck, around her cheekbones, the way her eyes flitted across the room in excitement, and, possibly, to see if Jack was looking, which he was not. There was something elicit about flirting with Rose, his sweet companion that he would never have kissed, let alone shagged, a mere week ago. Things were different, exciting, dangerous, and he knew Rose loved it. Like an adventure on a planet with hostile natives and poisonous flowers and wrongful accusations, this affair prickled her skin and dilated her eyes and each time they they survived only left them all hungry for more.

"Take 'em, then." Rose stood at the small table, her back to the Doctor, and clapped her hands and shouted happily with the crowd of people that were enjoying the music. Dangerous. He slid forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, as he let his large hands splay across her hips. Let his fingers slide down the curving slope, finding bare skin at the hem, and more skin beneath. Rose blended right in with the noisy room, swayed her hips a bit with the music, and the Doctor swallowed thickly as he grasped the waistband of the thin fabric and pulled down, over her bum, beneath her him, a quick tug down the rest of her legs. Rose sat back down as soon as they were around her ankles, let him swoop forward and grab them, and he noticed her watch him stuff them into the deep pocket of his leather jacket.

"Happy?" She grinned at him, and he wanted very much to grab her face and pull her to him, but they had rules now, one of them about public touching, so the Doctor only returned her smile and shook his head no.

"I won't be happy til you're on ya back, legs in the air." He raised his glass to her in a cheering motion as Rose's mouth hung open. "And also," he added, his eyes on Jack while he spoke, "when all of your orgasms are mine." The Doctor's hands came together appreciatively as the room applauded the end of a song. "When you're with him, and you're on the edge, just about to come around his cock, you think of me." He saw Rose lick her lips out of the corner of his eye. He saw her looking at the side of his face, no doubt in shock of the words falling from his lips. "You think about how it is mine, that orgasm, and how whatever he is doing to you at that moment, I can do too. Have done, probably, will do, and it will be better." His hand found the crook of her elbow, and they rose to their feet as Jack headed toward them.

The Doctor enjoyed the way Rose licked her lips, nodded often, and seemed a little flustered when Jack rejoined them. He liked the way that she seemed to be trying to think things over as they all chatted about the music and the food. He loved the way she finally crossed her arms over her chest and announced they were leaving. The Doctor returned the smile that Jack flashed him—boyish excitement clearly bubbling over in the young man.

Once it had been decided, oh, and it was clearly decided by Rose when they followed her out, the trio became quiet and moved to their destination with glee and fear coursing through their bodies. Rose's room, with her pink sheets and too many extra pillows to ever be useful. The Doctor slipped his jacket off and kept his face dark while Rose smashed her lips into Jack's. He discarded his jumper and unfastened his belt while he watched the two young humans gripping at each other, their panting loud in his ears. Rose pushed Jack to the end of her bed, dropped to her knees, and began the task of removing Jack's trousers.

He knew she was asserting her control. He knew this was a display of power, because Rose was the one in charge here but he had gone and tried to issue his own demands, but that was okay. She could suck Jack's cock all she wanted, but he'd be there. He watched Rose lower her mouth on Jack, watched his erection disappear into her mouth, and he dropped his trousers anyway. Did she think he would get disgusted and leave? Was she on to him?

The adrenaline running through him as he watched Rose pleasure his male companion finally came to life in his cock, and he stood naked beside her shoulder. Jack reached up, tried to rub his hand along the Doctor's arm, but the Doctor shook it off, his gaze close on Rose's bobbing head. When she came up for air, he smiled at the slightly shocked expression that crossed her face, finding his cock at her cheek. And she was a good sport, he counted on that, didn't expect her to turn him away what with Jack right there. Not when it would bring up questions that she obviously didn't want to answer. She wrapped her fingers around him and narrowed her eyes up at him, and he returned the stare. Wanted her to know he was serious, that when she came it would be his.

Rose kept her hand around him while she finished Jack, the man groaning and calling out her name, finally collapsing backwards on to the bed rather unceremoniously. The Doctor waited as she wiped her mouth, as she rose from the floor, as she challenged him with her little furrowed brow and narrowed eyes. Gods, he loved this woman. And yet...

The Doctor walked away from her then, gathered a few of her useless pillows into a spot on the side of the bed, and turned towards her. He saw the hesitation in her face, the way she was trying to find a way to take this situation and flip it, but he also saw the arousal glowing around her. He watched her strip away her clothes, smiled when Jack sleepily made a comment about Rose not having worn panties out that day. When she stood before him, he intended to kiss her. He intended to run his hand along her cheek and rub his lips along hers the way he had been thinking of doing since he'd heard her wake up that morning, but if there were ever a place the Doctor lost control, it was the place where he and Rose stood without their clothing.

It was a quick motion, hardly anything to him, but Rose gasped when he scooped her up and placed her on the bed, her back flat and her hips on the pile of pillows. She looked lovely with her hair splayed around her head, her tongue nervously moving back and forth along that delicious lower lip, and he wished he could capture the moment forever. His Rose laying spread before him, the look of surprise and amusement and want ghosting across her face.

An ankle in each hand, the Doctor lined himself up against her, nudging her.

"Mine." He whispered it, his cock glistening with her moistness as he let himself feel her folds. Rose nodded, her eyes wide, and he pushed in. The angle was new, and everything about her felt like something he'd never experienced before. Fully sheathed by her, the Doctor closed his eyes and tried to reel in his senses. Tears prickled the corners of his eyes, but he pulled them back, let himself adjust to the gorgeous feeling of Rose Tyler as his, Jack be damned.

A whimpering noise brought him back, and he locked eyes with her as he began moving his hips. The Doctor's fingers tightened around her delicate ankles, until worry that he would hurt her caused him to let go, caused him to lean forward, caused her to instead place them on his shoulders. His movements became shallow but his thrusts deep, their bodies hardly moving apart as they both groaned. Rose's own fingers massaged her tender flesh, and he appreciated it. Let her have that, her last bit of control, because anything she ever wanted again would be worth the feeling of her right then.

"Come for me. Tell me it's mine." The Doctor's hands gripped the tops of her thighs, and his eyes watched in wonder as she did what he asked. Her fingers moved expertly, showing him how for next time, and she unraveled before him. Moans turned to screams, shivers turned to quakes, and together they let go.

"Yours!" Rose shouted, and he was lost. The word would be his lullaby for centuries to come.

END

A/N: I owe a tremendous apology to all of the kind people who have patiently waited for me to write this. I'm so sorry, my personal life has just gotten away from me. I started writing to get away from my problems, but lately I can't even focus on my stories with everything else that is going on. So for those of you that have stuck with me anyway, thank you so very much.

This story began as some serious smut, and though it still ended that way, I think I let a bit of emotion get mixed up in there too. I tend to do that, don't I? For those of you left wanting resolution and angst and a serious love affair, I say to you that perhaps you'd enjoy one of my other stories more instead. This one was about the Doctor loving Rose anyway he could have her, and Rose, imperfect little human that she is, giving him what she can. I could draw this out for several more chapters, but that wouldn't be fair because I do not have nearly the time to dedicate to it. So we end here, my dears. Thank you for joining me on this one.

xoxo Emmy Boheme