Characters: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness
A/N: A hastily-written birthday fic for Wendymr. Hope it was a great day! Thanks to Canaana for a speedy beta.
The idea comes while the Doctor recovers from an interrogation drug. Rose whispers a question; the Doctor mumbles a reply.
"When’s the Twelfth of Tyrshan?" Rose hisses.
"Dunno, sweetheart," Jack replies, "but I know who to ask."
"Happy birthday, Doctor," they chorus.
Jack points to a display whose glyphs he can't read. "Twelfth of Tyrshan, right?"
The Doctor scowls. "Can’t trust my own TARDIS…"
"Ready to unwrap your gifts?"
The Doctor pulls away the ribbons: lavender for Rose; blue to match Jack’s eyes. Silken bathrobes fall open, exposing smooth flesh flushed with desire. “Fantastic!”