Adult Adventures of the 13th Doctor

Apple Sours

FFM
River, Jack, Doctor
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"What did you call this?" The Doctor is perched at the bar on a stool, that stops her feet from touching the floor

"Sours. You've really never had it before?" Jack replied.

He'd just found her here, which was bizarre enough; the Doctor's was just. Sat here chattering away to no one in particular about nothing, in particular, being watched over by the bartender who was subtly encouraging other people in other directions. Jack found himself replying to The Doctor just enough to keep her from wandering off. Jack forced himself to ignored the hints to go elsewhere.

Holding up an index finger dramatically, the Doctor declares, "I like it!"

"You're drunk, I think," Jack says, amused. "Or... I didn't think alcohol did much for you?" He reaches over and snags the Doctor's glass, sniffs it quizzically, and takes a sip. "yeah definitely Sours, is it the apple or -" but the Doctor's eyes light with a predatory gleam and before Jack can react she leans forward and licks the trace of apple sours from Jack's lip.

"You taste of apples," she says as if imparting an important secret. Jack can feel a grin spreading across his face; he couldn't stop it if he tried. Surreal it may be, but the opportunity is far too good to waste.

"Come and get it," he suggests and takes another sip. The Doctor grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him back in, for a kiss this time. The Doctors tongue leaps into Jack's mouth, her inexperience with the new tongue obvious. However, what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for with enthusiasm.

The two are oblivious as Professor River Song enters the bar, brushing snow from her hair.

"Can't believe I just left her here I mean, have you met the woman? She could find trouble on a Sunday evening in... Sheffield, probably."

She sheds her coat and makes her way to the bar, taking the seat next to Jack and cocking an eyebrow at the bartender, clearly familiar.

"Sorry, Dr Song," she says, quietly. "Your... The friend seemed to know him, and next time I looked over, well..." She shrugs.

"Quite alright," River assures her. "It tends to happen. Thank you for watching her." Jack jumps when he hears her voice and she grins.

"Excuse me. We'll be out of your way shortly." With a wink, the bartender sets a small fresh bottle of sours on the bar and turns away. Leaning in close to Jack's ear, River breathes, "Forgetting something?"

"Never," Jack says, pulling away from The Doctor just enough to speak. "Hello, River."

Suddenly the situation makes more sense; although why she left The Doctor here alone, Jack can't guess.

"Jack, what are you doing?" The Doctor whines, robbed of her apple flavored target. Her face lights up as she notices River. "River! You're back. Did you know that Sours is absolutely delicious? And look what I found! Or maybe he found me." She sounds so delighted Jack can't help kissing her again.

"You are forgetting something." Jack can hear her smile as she comes around beside him. Sliding fingers through the back of the Doctor's hair, she pulls at it her lightly. "My turn, sweetie."

"Do you taste of apples too?" The Doctor asks. She now had one of her legs thrown over Jack's, boot hooked around his thigh, and it tenses to keep her upright as she leans toward her.