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„Was this what you had in mind when you mentioned that we could flirt later?“ Shakespeare stretched his arms languidly over his head, before wrapping one around the Doctor's chest. PLACE

„Uhm... to be honest, not quite. I mean I always did suspect, but then again... different places, different customs, you know.“ The Doctor smiled back at Shakespeare.

„Yeah, about that... where are you from, exactly?“ Shakespeare's tone was still light and playful, but there was a seriousness underlying the question that made the Doctor squirm a little.

„Ah, well... we don't have to talk about this now, do we?“ The Doctor pushed himself up on one elbow and looked down at Shakespeare. „I can think of a lot of other things we could do instead. And they would be much more fun,“ he grinned.

„Oh really? And what did you have in mind, Doctor?“ Shakespeare grinned back at him.

„Well... you could read me a sonnet.“

„Seriously?“

„Yes. Come on. I've always wanted someone to read me a sonnet. Well, not just any someone. I want you to read me one. Please?“

Shakespeare sighed. „Alright. You are a very strange man, Doctor.“

„So I've been told.“

Shakespeare sat up and rested himself against the headboard. Then he furrowed his brow for a while. Finally he took a deep breath and began in a recital tone. „O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour; who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st-“

„Stop,“ the Doctor interrupted.

„What, don't you like it? I wrote it about two months ago. It fits you.“

„I know. I've changed my mind, though.“

„What would you prefer that I do instead?“ Shakespeare looked a mixture between confused and put off. The Doctor gave him a consiliatory smile.

„You could kiss me.“

„Now, that sounds like a good idea,“ Shakespeare answered, his smile coming back, and followed it through with a bone-melting kiss.

„You kiss just as well as you write, Bill,“ the Doctor said when they broke apart.

„Wait till you see what else I can do.“

“I can imagine-“ the Doctor started, but was cut off by Shakespeare.

„Enough talking for tonight.“

„Brilliant idea,“ the Doctor agreed and pulled Shakespeare in for another kiss.

Jack Harkness/Jack Harkness(41), Jack/Ten/Master(Simm), DonnaNoble/River Song

"This isn't how it's suppose to be is it?"

James Harper looks out over the ruined and mostly barren land from their place along the tench. He searched his brain for a picture from his past, of water and trees and tall buildings rising against the skyline, happy people dashing from awning to awning to keep from being drenched by the rain.

"No." he answered simply.

"And it's all because of me." it wasn't a question.

James turned his eyes toward the other man who's hazel eyes suddenly seemed to lose the sparkle they had once held. He never wanted to see him look so sad, he began to regret telling the other man the truth. He shook his head and raised his hand to cup his companion's shoulder with a soft squeeze that cause their eyes to meet.

"No, it's because of me, never think anything else."

"But I'm the one who's not suppose to be here. It's me who..."

"Jack," a firm hand on Jack's cheek stopped him from continuing, "it doesn't matter. Your fault, my fault. None of it matters. I would have paid any price. I have you, the rest is just-- something I'll have to fix later."

"Later?" Jack's lips twitched at the corners with the ghost of a smile.

"Later, but not now. Now, now is for this."

James leaned in and brushed his lips lightly over Jack's once, twice, a third time before Jack's hand cupped the back of his neck and pulled him down into the fiery pleasure that lived in his mouth. As their tongues played at dancing between them all that Captain James Harper could think was that this was definitely worth having to fight the Nazi's for an extra decade or so.

Donna Noble/Ianto Jones, Ian Chesterton/Jack Harkness, Ian Chesterton/Ten

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Ten/Shakespeare

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