Title: Sentients & Sensuality
By: Rianick
Pairing: Jack/Tardis
Rating: AO
Summary: Jack helps the Tardis with a bit of a personal problem! My Beta Shopgirl0978 challenged me to write a Jack/Tardis piece. Umm, here it is it developed into something a bit more than Jack/Tardis.

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In the semi light of the control room, the Doctor leaned into the consol; his fingers gently moved and teased the controls there. His other hand was on a lever; he moved it with slow deliberate movements as he tried to bring the Tardis's sensor system back online smoothly. He moved round to the other side, and began to do similar movements there.

The Tardis shivered. So very close she moaned to herself. So very close. All she needed him to do was touch her a few more times.

His fingers now moved slightly faster in their attempt. He couldn't sense the effect he was having on his beloved Tardis. She had shielded herself from him, as she always did. Her need was so great she knew there was no other way to get relief.

His hand moved to the small wheel in front of him, he turn it gently one way for a certain distance, stopped, waited, then turned it back. He did this over and over; the Tardis groaned and let the feelings build.

"Doctor, the kettle's not working." Rose shouted from the doorway.

"On my way." He sighed, took his hands off of the consol and walked out of the control room.

The Tardis screamed. No she should have locked the door, to keep the stupid little ape out of here. What was she to do now; it would be hours before he came back. She had been trying to get relief from him for so many weeks now, but all his thoughts seemed to involve his pleasure in Rose. She cried to herself, remembering when it had only been the two of them. Back then he had inadvertently helped her come so many times. But he didn't know. He must never know. He would be so embarrassed by this. To know his ship needed sexual relief as much as he did.

"Doc?" Jack's voice came from the door as he walked into the control room. The Tardis suddenly had a very good idea. She locked the door.

"He's gone with Rose to the kitchen." she said in Jack's head.

"Thanks Tardis." He turned to go, then turned back amazed and pleased, "Hang on why are you suddenly talking to me?"

"I need help, please Jack you're the only one who would understand." Her voice held a hint of pleading which caught Jack's heart and caring side immediately.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" Jack asked his concern genuine; he walked over to the consol and laid his hand there to let her know he was here for her. "Do you need something reconnecting?"

"No it's not your mechanical skills I require."

"Then what else do I have that you would need?" Jack asked confused for a moment.

"He turned me on, then left me simmering."

"What? Really?" Jack got it and raised his eyebrows a little in surprise. "Did he realise?"

"No he has never known how I get my relief. It would be too embarrassing for him. I take it when I can, but I need..." she paused as she felt a sob building in side her. "I need to orgasm."

"Oh sweetheart," Jack said suddenly feeling every bit of her frustration. "I'm your man, tell me what to do. No need to be embarrassed. We all need to. I'm sure you've watched me."

The Tardis giggled, she had watched him, which was part of the problem. Jack was a highly sexed individual and having him inside her had increased the sexual tension on board between her flesh and blood passengers exponentially. It was like living in a highly erotic pressurised cooker some days. And watching them all had made her so in need of her own relief.

"I never had you down as a giggler." Jack laughed softly as he ran his hand gently over the consol. "C'mon, then. Tell me where to touch you Sweetheart. Tell me how to make you come for me."

Jack listened and began to move his fingers in a similar way to how the Doctor had been not long before. He closed his eyes, hearing her in his head as she told him how, told him how hard, how soft. His fingers brushed a button and she moaned. His fingers brushed it again, flicking it slightly, and she cried out.

His other hand, moved cogs slowly, then slightly faster, and she really began to shiver in his head. He visualised her there, watched his hands on her body, and watched as his ministrations brought her close again to the point at which the Doctor had left her.

Jack could feel himself getting hard and charged up too with the sexual energy that now crackled through her. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever done. His fingers on her, her voice in his head, it was addictive. He let his fingers massage the button that seemed to make her cry out loudest again. Then again.

"Oh please Jack, don't stop, just... ohh yes, Jack. The voice in his head was getting closer and closer and he could feel his cock jerking slightly as well his fingers itching to respond and take him self in hand. But he was here to pleasure her and sexual etiquette in *that* circumstance decreed a gentleman should concentrate on his lady and certainly not do anything that would make him come first. Jack settled for leaning against the consol to at least press his cock against her hard surface and feel some pressure on it.

He ran his hand up and down the bike pump a few times very, very slowly, his fingers still on the button, caressing it.

He felt the consul tremble slightly until suddenly her voice had risen to a fever pitch in his head.

"Jack." She cried out as she exploded into white light and stars and he felt the whole ship jerk and spasm around him as every one of her systems convulsed. Something in his head told him she'd lost the power of speech too.

Jack smiled, only just managing to keep his balance by holding onto the pump tighter. His fingers continued to touch her, softly, bringing her down, from the place she was in. "Was it good for you?" he asked his voice husky.

The Tardis giggled again in his head, still unable to talk.

The contented afterglow Jack could now feel inside the control room, made him purr along with his now sated lady, his eyes closed feeling her content swirling around him like a pair of lovers arms there to fall into after the moment is over.

Lost in their telepathic embrace, neither Jack nor the Tardis noticed the Doctor had suddenly run in, worry written all over his face. His beloved ship had just convulsed in such a way that he was afraid that something must have damaged her. He stopped when he saw Jack leaning against the consol, his fingers idly making similar movements in an echo of what he'd been doing earlier. Now it was obvious who had just made his ship rock so violently and how dare the jumped up little flyboy think he could control the Tardis without his permission. "Jack what the fuck are you doing to my ship?" he screamed feeling his angry cry reverberate around the entire room.

Jack opened his eyes, the Tardis giggled again and this time the Doctor heard her too. Jack smiled softly at him. "Finishing what you keep starting. You can't keep bringing her to the peak and walking off you know. It's not fair."

"I... what?" the Doctor blustered, then stopped and suddenly realised what Jack meant, his face flashed between a series of expression of how dare he touch my Tardis, to oh my god why didn't she tell me.

"Because it was too embarrassing." she responded. "It just gets so frustrating here."

"Like she said Doc." Jack kept his hands on the Consol. "We wind her up with our sexual feelings, we have to allow her to orgasm when she needs to."

"So she asked you to help?" the Doctor sounded almost shocked and yet not.

"Well I'm gorgeous, and unlike some people who still have some hang-ups, I don't. And I like the old girl."

"I like you too Jack." The Tardis purred, the Doctor looked almost hurt for a moment. "I still love you Doctor. But you don't give me what I need. Not anymore. Jack is more giving."

"Maybe I would be if you had told me."

"No you would have been embarrassed. You would have felt it a chore."

"I..." he sighed, knowing she knew him too well. "I'll leave the two of you alone, and go talk to Rose for a while." He turned to the door, opened it then stopped. "But if you want me, I will. You only have to ask." And he left.

The Tardis relocked the door, Jack laughed as she giggled. "Would you like some more my sweet lady?"

The Doctor walked back in to the kitchen wondering what he was going to tell Rose and sure enough she asked him what had happened. "Jack's dancing with the Tardis," He muttered making his fascination in the teapot the priority before she could read anything of his somewhat embarrassed expression. "The convulsing was...Well you know."

"Exactly how flexible is flexible?" Rose asked in shock.

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