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The inside of the TARDIS looks nothing like a couch. Instead it's really, big and futuristic looking and just well, neat. Jackie bounds inside and spreads his arms out wide, "Ta-DAH! What do you think?"

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He gives the stuff in the room some fairly interested glances before looking back to Jackie and flashing a grin.

"You're tempting me and you know it, Jackie."

"Do you mind the tempting?" he asks innocently.

"Not at all." He wanders closer to the bed, legs just barely grazing it.

Jackie stretches out, watching him, smiling.

Ash leans over, closer. "You know, if my uncle found out, he'd have chocobos."

"Why's that?" he asks innocently, leaning up.

"He's..." homophobic, "... very traditional," he replies. Uncle Basch had had a fit when he got his ears pierced, after all.

The homophobic bit would go straight past Jackie and just confuse him. After all he was partially raised by Captain Jack Harkness (and named after him too). "Ahhh... but your uncle is not here."

This is a good point! Ash mostly got mixed signals from his family (but he likes Uncle Basch and hates getting the B| look from him, so) in terms of sex. "This is a very good point."

"And exactly who is going to know? We're in the TARDIS. No one can get it." He smiles and tilts his head back a little.

He chuckles quietly, deep in throat. "Tempting and convincing me. Well." Though his crushing and almost paladin-like sense of guilt will eventually rear its ugly head, but likely only after everything is said and done.

"Is it working?" he asks. "I could always strip for you, if you'd like." Bah with sexual guilt.

"It is working yes, but if you honestly want to strip I suppose I can't stop you." He can't help it; he was raised that way.

"And if I wanted to pull you down on to the bed and have hot sweaty sex with you, could I do that too?" Very innocent here.

There's a few tense moments where the Bhaalspawn in him battles against the fon Ronsenburg in him. "Yes. You could." The former wins out.

"Excellent." And then he kneels up and gives Ash an experimental kiss.

He kisses back, hesitantly. It's not that he's never kissed anyone before - he's done that plenty of times - just it's usually not in the bedroom of a time-hopping vehicle belonging to an alien species.

Bah. What does that have to do with anything? A kiss is a kiss. And Jackie is very good with the kissing.

A kiss is a kiss, until it's not. But yes, Jackie is a good kisser. And Ash isn't so bad himself.

Jackie continues with the kissing and pulls Ash onto the bed.

Ash doesn't object, easily settling onto the bed, still kissing back.

And there are arms at his waist as Jackie scoots closer.

Oh, arms. This is a new development. Ash slides his arms around his shoulders to pull him closer.

And there's a Jackie in Ash's lap.

Oh! ... :3

Ash briefly breaks the kiss so he can breathe, and smiles against Jackie's lips. "You're friendly," he observes, amused.

Jackie has a bit more air left in him, but he smiles anyway. "Yes. I am."

Even if he's part-god, Ash is still only human, after all. "You this friendly with all of the guests to your TARDIS?"

"Just the ones I want to fuck."

"Well. In that case." He leans forward the little bit he needs to to kiss Jackie again.

Jackie kisses back, purring happily, draping his arms around Ash's neck.

Ash rumbles deep in his throat, slipping his arms down to Jackie's waist and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Oh, there is liking of that rumbling. He makes a pleased noise, moving to play with Ash's throat.

He's quite rumbly from time to time. He chuckles and leans his head back a bit to expose more of his throat to Jackie.

The young Time Lord makes use of this exposed neck, by nibbling on it gently, nipping at the jaw.

The blackguard purrs like a big cat, sneaking fingers under the hem of his shirt and stroking.

He pushes into the stroking hands, still paying attention to Ash's neck.

He leans his head back and to the side a bit more, give Jackie a good bit to work with, as his hands begin to wander. He's really quite good with them.

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