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This was only going to work if they both could push past the reservations, past the knowledge that they both had others they loved. Yet, at the same time, it wasn't some random roll in the hay either. Friends through how many battles and disasters, it was only natural that they would come to find themselves in this situation. It just so happened to come later rather than sooner. Jack was, however, okay with it. He grew bolder with each kiss, each caress, finding himself once more in the warmth of Rose's arms. Perhaps he had needed this more than he possibly knew.

The smile that lit up her face was echoed in Jack's expression -- at last, a genuine smile. Little by little, Rose was healing him. Jack knew he would never be completely the same, that there would be a large part of him that would always need the fulfilment from Ianto that he'd never have again, but he was better. He was getting there.

Jack's resolve was fast melting away and,removing his hands from beneath her shirt, ran them along the curve of her clothed breast, enjoying each and every reaction.

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It had been awhile since Rose had surrendered like this - granted there had been time and instance with the human Doctor in the parallel world she came to call home, but things had started to change subtly and admittedly, this was the first satiating touch that Rose had allowed herself to feel. When his hands moved up the curves of her body she let another whispered moan slip from her lips and her forehead come to rest against Jack's, tilting her head only enough to bring a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Should probably..to bed." It was the most coherent ghost of a sentence she could come up with and she almost wanted to laugh at her own flustered state, but Rose was too intent on Jack then at that moment. Her hands swept upwards and over his shoulders, seeking warm skin, and her hips squirmed to roll against his.

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While he could have thought something romantic along the lines of this was the first time he let himself go in a long time, it couldn't have been farther from the truth. Jack was a being that exuded sexuality the way some women wear perfume. It was there, ever present, and nothing he could do about it -- nor, for the matter, did he want to. However, what was true was that this was the first time Jack had allowed himself to cross certain boundaries where Rose was concerned. And hell did it feel good.

Arranging Rose's legs around his hips, he gave her a sudden grin nudging her nose with his own. "Hold on," was Jack's only warning as, one hand splayed along the small of her back,the other supporting her arse, he rose from the chair (gracefully) and waited for her to lock her legs around his waist. "Practise," he said with a wink. Bed was a good idea, but those kiss-bruised lips of hers demanded another kiss, particularly when she was wrapped so intimately around him.

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There was no helping or stopping it - Rose giggled when he lifted her, and she had to admit there was something sweeping and romantic about it, like one of the movies she rarely wanted to admit to watching. But she did hold on, did let her arms wind themselves about his neck in a trusting embrace, and when she kissed him again there was no restriction behind it, no hesitation or fear. I never kissed Mickey like this, not once.

"I'll bet you have," she murmured, her voice warm and soft, and when he silently asked for another kiss Rose didn't hesitate to comply, only coaxed his chin up with a soft sweep of her fingertips to allow the sigh of her breath to move into his mouth and in turn for the kiss to deepen.

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At least someone found this funny. But at least Jack knew it wasn't a 'haha' funny, but was nothing more than a soft giggle. The movement was romantic and it was those little touches of chivalry that had always set Jack apart from the other 'guys'. Once in his arms, the kisses changed dramatically from tentative to demanding need. Just how Jack liked them.

"Not that I needed it mind," Jack replied, his voice beginning to drop to a husky tone. "But it never hurts either." Jack allowed her to move his head, groaning softly into her mouth as the kiss lengthened, his tongue mapping the planes of her mouth to perfection. Now confident that she was securely in his arms, Jack took those first steps towards the stairs, his hips instantly rocking against hers with the forward movement. Jack grinned and picked up his pace, taking the stairs with ease and angling them into her bedroom.

Jack knew she'd understand his reasoning.

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She did understand. Even if Jack had for some reason begun the ascent to his room, Rose would have found a way to suggest or insist they relocated to hers. The last thing she wanted to have happen was for Jack to be plagued by any kind of adverse, painful memory ever, the least of all times being now when they were losing themselves in each other. She wanted to be his escape, his means of saving, in any way that she could, now and always. It was a wild kind of desire, one she wouldn't make sense of now or possibly ever, but the idea rang itself around in her mind like an unquiet bell.

When her room loomed behind them, its door ajar enough to allow comfortable passage inside, Rose felt a thrum of desire walk its way up her spine like the opening chords to a symphony. Her fingers swept across the arch of his throat and jaw and though the corners of her mouth were curved upwards into a soft, warm smile, that didn't stop her from capturing hold of his mouth in another long, wanting kiss.

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Rose was certainly going to be his escape and,judging by the way she was clinging to him, he was about to become hers as well. It was surprising that they hadn't come together like this before now, but she had been the one person Jack didn't want to ruin things with. Now, though,as he carried her into her bedroom, there was no going back for either of them.

Jack gently laid her down on the bed after returning the searing kiss, his normally clear blue eyes darkening ever so slightly with lust and desire. He covered her body with his own, knowing clothing removal was going to be a necessity soon, but he needed the feel of someone else, needed Rose to ground him to something. There were very few deaths Jack had taken as bad as Ianto's but never before did he h ave someone like Rose to lose himself in so soon after. Cupping her face with his hands, Jack kissed, tasted and explored what available skin there was: lips, mouth, jawline and at last, continuing down her neck to find her pulsepoint.

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What happened here was about to change things permanently, but Rose wasn't afraid of losing Jack or the friendship and trust and closeness they had between them. It didn't seem like this would bring about the same kind of outcome of distance and awkwardness and potential regret later on that could well happen with any other two people. Rose and Jack just didn't quite have that worry, and now Rose was impossibly glad for that. She needed the escape more than she could say, needed to know something that she was too afraid to put into words.

When Jack's eyes changed, the look shifting to one of deeper want, Rose felt something tighten in her lower stomach, almost enough to make her shiver once with anticipation and need. His mouth was descending to the place where her heart was beating, rapidly and almost out of control in the curve of her throat, and she tilted her head back to give him a better reach. Her spine arched at the want for contact and her fingers threaded themselves into his hair, urging him silently with her touch and with the quick acceleration of her breath.

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And Jack wasn't afraid of losing Rose either. There was something else to their relationship, a bond that was only created with those who travelled with the Doctor and it was something eternal -- something that couldn't be screwed with just because two people slept together. Jack knew that, in the morning, they would still be Jack and Rose -- but a Jack and Rose who knew they could find comfort in one another. That wasn't so bad, was it?

For once, Jack didn't think -- he just acted. He let himself get carried away by Rose, wanting nothing more than to completely lose himself in her. With each kiss and each caress, he found the escape he needed. There was no hint of guilt, he knew Ianto would have wanted this for him. Hell, Ianto even put up with Jack's whims when he was still alive, had he not?

He could feel Rose shifting beneath him and one singular thought ran through his mind: too many clothes. Lifting himself off Rose, he straddled her hips, sliding the braces from his shoulders and quickly undoing the cufflinks, setting them aside before they got lost. He reached for the hem of Rose's shirt and, with a grin, began to pull her and it upwards. Too many layers indeed.

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Her skin was flushed now, soft and a brighter shade of warmth than it had been in the past. Rose had come from a time when she rarely let herself go, she had given herself up adamantly and wholly to the work and the world that she lived in, an alternate universe that was centered around one thing solely - to find a way back to this one that she was in now. And never mind the fact it was a rather silly way to spend one's life, trying to get back to something that couldn't be found - she didn't care. Rose had wanted to find her way back, and now that she had she knew she couldn't leave again.

When Jack moved she did the same to counter, and when his hands moved to the edge of her shirt she lifted her arms in consent, a slow brush of cool air winding itself across her stomach when the material was pulled away. The coolness was quickly replaced by warmth, by Jack's nearness, and Rose let go of a slow shiver in consent and indescribable want. She tilted her head up when she was able and brushed her lips against his cheek, then against his jaw and to where his pulse beat in his throat.

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Her fingers weren't trembling the way she thought they would be, in fact Rose's hands were calm and steady with a strength in the palms that surprised even her. She was sure of herself with Jack, somehow confident and sure, even though her heart was hammering out of control. She knew that, in its own way, this was right, absolutely and wholly right for them, even though their hearts belonged to other people. There was something between them that was strong and would continue to be.

Rose unfastened the snap at Jack's waist, tugging the trousers down and away from his hips. She didn't hurry, there was no frantic urge in her motions, rather the opposite with a kind of insistent deliberation. She wanted him to remember this, even if things changed afterward.

Turning her head up she brushed her lips across his cheek and jawline, her mouth whispering a lingering path against his skin. His pulse was beating in his throat and she fixed her lips to that place, sucking at the skin softly, with the potential of leaving a mark behind a strong possibility.

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When she laughed it was deep, low in her throat, and Rose puffed the emotion against his skin in a warm exhale of breath. "Yeah, I guess I am. But I'll let you take care of that." It wasn't a come hither, breathless invitation, it was only genuine and truthful because Rose wasn't going to deny him that. Not now when her hands were moving across the bare expanse of his skin and his closeness was making her breath quicken.

While she knew she didn't have to encourage him, Rose turned her head just enough to meet his lips with her own again. She was a little more insistent when she kissed him now, with a deeper kind of insistence than before. The need had been growing slowly, gradually between them and now it was long past the point of never being able to go back. Rose didn't want to go back, either. She wanted this, as much as he did.

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