Dance With Me?
salsazephyr asked you:
Captain jack harkness with the tenth doctor. Make that ship sail! (in a romantic way)
The Doctor stood with his hands in pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He stood on a balcony of a building currently hosting a party celebrating the coronation of the planet’s new king. He wore his tuxedo for the occasion.
Often, he’d turn his head to check the area behind him. The sounds of the party wafted through the air as the alien tongue filtered around him.
Sure, he had all the time in the world, but he needed to talk to Jack. Just talk, he told himself. His song was coming to a close, after all.
A hitched breath from behind followed by a, “Doctor.” That all too familiar voice.
The Doctor turned and smiled at his former companion. “Hello, Jack,” he said. “You look good, for a human.”
“I bet you say that to all the pretty ladies,” Jack grinned and stepped forward. He restrained from entwining his fingers through the Time Lord’s. Chances were, the Doctor would chastise him and tell him to stop it. Like he always had. “What brings you to this place? Couldn’t be the party.”