“So,” Jack said, flashing a grin, “I feel wrong to you, do I?”
“Yes.” The Doctor clasped his hands behind his back, face sombre. He should have expected what came next.
Jack slid one big hand round the nape of his neck and leaned in for the kiss. The Doctor, who’d been planning to ask if this was Jack’s usual reaction to men in suits, found his hair standing on end at the delicious, wrong buzzing of Jack’s skin.
“Do I still feel wrong?”
“Yes.” Jack’s wicked expression wavered. He beamed as the Doctor added, “but you could get wronger.”
He made the Doctor's grammar go wonky! It's true love!
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“Yes.” The Doctor clasped his hands behind his back, face sombre. He should have expected what came next.
Jack slid one big hand round the nape of his neck and leaned in for the kiss. The Doctor, who’d been planning to ask if this was Jack’s usual reaction to men in suits, found his hair standing on end at the delicious, wrong buzzing of Jack’s skin.
“Do I still feel wrong?”
“Yes.” Jack’s wicked expression wavered. He beamed as the Doctor added, “but you could get wronger.”
He made the Doctor's grammar go wonky! It's true love!