fajrdrako | FICLET: Dance Music

Title: Dance Music (1/1)
Author:

fajrdrako
Rating: PG
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Nine/Captain Jack
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine.
Length: 523 words
Summary: A romantic interlude on the Tardis.
Note: Unbetaed. I was browsing for new fic about Captain Jack, couldn't find anything, so amused myself by writing one.

Dance Music

The Doctor flipped switches, ran from one side of the Tardis console to another, and grinned in triumph when a lime-green light flashed. "Any minute now!"

Captain Jack, lying on the floor to hold two wires together, blinked as they spontaneously melded. "You can let go now," said the Doctor. Jack could tell by the smirk that he was expecting something to happen any minute. "Go on, let go."

Jack let go of the wires, and stood. "What's the surprise?"

The light around them changed. The room had been bright: suddenly it was filled with warm bronze tones like the sun setting over the Mediterranean. "Five, four," said the Doctor softly, his eyes lit with anticipation. Jack concentrated on the sexiness of his voice. Velvet, sometimes, yet never weak. A statesman might have a voice like that.

"Three, two..."

Jack felt suddenly afraid. Maybe he didn't want this surprise. Maybe things were better if nothing changed, ever. The glint in the Doctor's eye made him feel vulnerable. Maybe that was a good thing.

"One." Almost a whisper, echoing on the air.

Music filled the Tardis - a slow, rhythmic beat that was both elusive and intoxicating. It was not Glenn Miller, but it it was the same kind of invitation to dance. It sounded like smooth wine and summer breezes and dark chocolate. It sounded like a lover's embrace, or the rhythm of the cosmos.

The Doctor slipped into casual lecture mode, his voice still soft, his eyes intent. "Have you ever heard anything like this before? The talispas music of Kapelia Major. Composed by the incomparable Feodrigal All-tan, who perfected the instrument. No one has ever made music so pure. They say that when he died, the sun stopped rising in grief. They say that when a man hears this song, it calls to his deepest desires."

Jack wanted to shout: This isn't fair! He couldn't tell if he was angry, or embarrassed, or something worse. He looked at the floor, avoiding those understanding eyes.

The Doctor held out his hand as if to take Jack's, but did not move towards him. "Jack? What do you want?"

Jack met the Doctor's eyes. Had the Doctor noticed his cowardly moment of hesitation? He hoped not. "A kiss," said Jack. His voice came out low and hollow. He didn't believe he would get one.

The Doctor moved with a predatory grace, and slipped an arm around Jack's waist. "A kiss?" His lips were warm and dry a hair's-breadth from jack's. "Like this?"

"Like this." Jack took the Doctor in his arms and kissed him as he'd always wanted to. He felt, pressed against his body, the warmth of the Doctor's smile. He felt the music deep within him, and knew that the Doctor had intended this result all along.

This, and more. A sense of peace, and growing urgency. Contentment, and excitement. Warmth and need. Even hope, perhaps.

"That's quite some song," murmurred Jack.

"That's quite some kiss," said the Doctor.

Jack dropped his head to the Doctor's shoulder, kissing his neck, holding him, knowing that this was what he wanted.

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