"No," Jack said, "no," he let out a laugh. "Don't apologise, it's perfect."
And it was. Strange, but it was. The Doctor's fumbling fingers, his touch to his forehead, a connection in his mind. These were things he'd attempted to replicate with men who looked a little similar. A clinch that was never quite right, but this was, because it was him, imperfections and all.
He moved his hand back from the Doctor to help him with the buttons on his jeans and shift them down over his hips. It was a struggle, but one he wasn't going to allow to hinder him.
Job done, he wriggled free of the fabric and went back to the Doctor's trousers, pulling them over his hips and tugging them from under him. "Off, off," he said urgently.
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Date: 2010-05-25 10:51 pm (UTC)And it was. Strange, but it was. The Doctor's fumbling fingers, his touch to his forehead, a connection in his mind. These were things he'd attempted to replicate with men who looked a little similar. A clinch that was never quite right, but this was, because it was him, imperfections and all.
He moved his hand back from the Doctor to help him with the buttons on his jeans and shift them down over his hips. It was a struggle, but one he wasn't going to allow to hinder him.
Job done, he wriggled free of the fabric and went back to the Doctor's trousers, pulling them over his hips and tugging them from under him. "Off, off," he said urgently.