Title: Flowers of Romance
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: smut_69
Prompt: 27, Scent
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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"Do you remember the last time we were here?" Jack asked the Doctor, turning to the Time Lord with a smile. "And what we did here?" The smile turned into a laugh as Jack looked around them. "Maybe we should give that a repeat performance."

"We don't have anything for me to lie down on," the Doctor objected, shaking his head. "And yes, I do remember this place -- very well. And what went on here." The Doctor couldn't help but join in Jack's laughter as he looked over at his lover.

"You could lay down on your coat," Jack pointed out. "You've done it before, when we've been in a lot of tight spots." He laughed again, sliding one arm around the Time Lord's slender waist, pulling the other man close against him.

"Yes, but we're not in a tight spot. This is a beautifully wide-open space," the Doctor objected, waving a hand at the vista surrounding them. "All this beauty to drink in, and all you can think of is making love! Really, Jack, you should be ashamed."

"The only beauty I want to drink in is what's right here in my arms," Jack murmured, turning to face the Doctor. "Yeah, this is a gorgeous spot -- but it's not nearly as beautiful to me as you are. I'd rather look at you than at anything else in the entire universe."

The Doctor blushed, averting his eyes from Jack's. "Thank you, love," he murmured, feeling a lump rise in his throat. Ever since Jack had come back to him, the immortal was prone to saying those sorts of things -- and he liked hearing them.

At first, he'd doubted that those words were sincere. But the more Jack uttered them, the more his doubts slipped away; it seemed as though the other man really had changed his ways and wanted to be in a monogamous relationship.

"Hey, don't you dare get weepy on me," Jack said, pulling the Doctor into his arms. "I didn't bring you here for that. I wanted to revisit some of the places where the two of us have made some beautiful memories. And where we'll make more in the future."

"I hope we will," the Doctor sighed, moving apart from his lover and taking Jack's hand. He gazed around him, memories flooding back into his mind. "Do you know what I'll always remember the most about this place?" he asked, glancing at the man beside him.

"What's that?" Jack asked with a smile. "I'll remember what we did here more than anything else. You, lying there naked on that blanket and looking up at me with this kind of pleading in your eyes, like you couldn't wait for me to have you ...."

"I remember that, too," the Doctor whispered. "As though it only happened yesterday. But what I can remember most is the scent that was all around us. The scent of heliotrope, that cherry vanilla scent, so strong that it was almost overpowering."

Jack nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I can still smell it, Doctor," he murmured, his fingers twining through the Doctor's and squeezing gently. "To me, that's always going to be the scent of making love to you."

"I've always liked that scent," the Doctor mused, smiling as he looked around them at the white flowers that seemed to be everywhere. "Heliotrope has always been the flower of romance for me. It's been my favourite flower ever since that day."

"I've thought about that day a lot," Jack told him, leading the Doctor through the tall grass and the proliferation of flowers to a small clearing. "I've wanted to come back here ever since then -- but without you, there didn't seem much point in being here."

"You mean that the memories would have made you sad?" the Doctor nodded, letting his gaze take in their surroundings. "I felt the same way. I remembered this place -- but it seemed so magical that I didn't want to let any sadness enter it. It wouldn't have felt right."

"I thought about this place whenever I'd walk past a flower shop in Cardiff," Jack whispered, his tone dreamy and reminiscent. "I'd smell heliotrope -- and I'd be right back here, in this field of flowers, with that scent all around me and you in my arms."

"Whenever I would think about this place, I could still feel you," the Doctor murmured, not looking at his lover. "I could feel your lips on mine, your arms around me, and I could feel you inside me -- if I closed my eyes, I could almost pretend you were still with me."

"I'm with you now," Jack told him softly, reaching out to cup the Doctor's chin and turn the other man's face towards him. "We're here, and we're all alone. And this place is still just as beautiful and as magical as it was the first time we saw it."

The Doctor nodded, his breath catching in his throat as Jack reached out to push the long suede coat from his shoulders. He let the coat fall to the ground, ignoring it as it pooled around his ankles; there was only one thought in his mind now.

Jack was reaching for him, those nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons on his jacket, then his shirt. His clothes were being stripped from his body almost without him realizing what was happening; the Doctor closed his eyes, letting Jack do what he pleased.

He didn't want to fight this; he wanted to give in to his lover's desires and make love right here, just as they'd done the first time they'd found this place. This would be a reclaiming of all that they had been -- and a reaffirmation of what they had become.

Jack was kneeling at his feet now, pulling off his shoes and socks, then sliding his trousers down his legs. The Doctor kicked the fabric off, not caring where it landed, keeping his eyes fixed on Jack as the immortal slowly rose to stand in front of him.

The scent of heliotrope was all around them; the sweetness pervading the air took his mind back to the first time he had been here with Jack. But no -- he didn't want his thoughts to go into the past. He wanted to keep them right here, in the present moment.

Jack's eyes were sweeping over the Doctor's body as his hands made quick work of his own clothes, stripping them off and tossing them aside. The Time Lord couldn't keep his eyes away; his gaze devoured Jack as if was a starving man presented with a banquet.

Those strong arms were around his waist, those incredibly soft lips were on his, Jack's tongue sliding into his mouth. He was being borne down to the ground, his coat somehow spread out under him, Jack's hands moving over his flesh.

The sweet scent of those flowers was imprinted into his mind; he would forever associate it with Jack, with the two of them making love, with the overwhelming desire and love that he felt for this man. That scent and Jack's lovemaking were now inextricable.

Jack hardly had to prepare him; he was so eager for his lover's embrace, to feel Jack inside him, that he was ready from the start. The Doctor cried out softly as Jack entered him, his body arching upwards, pressing their chests against each other.

The scent of the flowers that were crushed beneath their bodies filled the air around them with a sweet, heady perfume. The Doctor breathed it in, closing his eyes and letting it permeate his senses. That scent would always remind him of this moment.

His lover's arms, his kiss, his touch .... all of it blended with the intoxicating scent of the flowers, making an imprint in the Time Lord's mind that he knew couldn't possibly be forgotten. This would be a treasured part of his memories for the rest of his lives.

They would come back to this place again in the future, the Doctor told himself as he pulled Jack down for a kiss that was as sweet and heady as the perfume of the flowers all around them. And each time they were here, they would continue making memories -- enough of them to fill a lifetime.

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