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Let the Good Times Roll Series by Dianne Lamerc (NC-17)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Nine/Rose/Jack
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diannelamerc
Why this must be read:
Now and again it happens in fandom that one person writes a story and another person takes that idea and goes to town. In this case, an adventure in New Orleans opens up possibilities between the Doctor and his companions, but what's great about this series is that it isn't all smooth sailing -- there's infinitely more opportunity for misunderstanding and hurt feelings between three people than between two, and sometimes it takes a lot of hard work to get where you want to be.
Jack clearly knew he and the Doctor were in the doghouse, but being Jack he had to try to charm his way out. "Tomorrow morning it's apparently horse races, or something like that," he offered. "Then the big ceremony and then we can... go." He faltered a little, when he realized what he was saying, but no one around who had heard him seemed to take any offense. Rose just nodded again, indifferently. She'd just discovered that one of the goblets in front of her held something that tasted a bit like lemonade, but promised all the kick of serious alcohol. "You know that's actually pretty strong stuff...." Jack trailed off his warning at her look. She deliberately took another big swig of it, just managing not to choke on the burning in her throat.
Jack's next look -- to the Doctor, probably for back-up -- was entirely in vain. The Doctor was all smiles and toasts and small talk with the local chieftains. Jack's next look at her was that of a man who knew he should stop while ahead, but wasn't going to. "They say the rooms are pretty much the same on both sides of the palace. Lots of silk and pillows?" He checked with a grin, apparently assuming he was on safe enough ground.
"Lovely," she agreed, without the smile. She toyed with another bit of roast meat on her plate. "Nice big bed. Nothing but silk and pillows. All to myself."
Baiting, by Lizbetann
Let the Good Times Roll, by Dianne Lamerc
Frustration, by Dianne Lamerc
Making Amends, by Dianne Lamerc
Three by Three, by Dianne Lamerc
Pairing: Nine/Rose/Jack
Author on LJ:
diannelamercWhy this must be read:
Now and again it happens in fandom that one person writes a story and another person takes that idea and goes to town. In this case, an adventure in New Orleans opens up possibilities between the Doctor and his companions, but what's great about this series is that it isn't all smooth sailing -- there's infinitely more opportunity for misunderstanding and hurt feelings between three people than between two, and sometimes it takes a lot of hard work to get where you want to be.
Jack clearly knew he and the Doctor were in the doghouse, but being Jack he had to try to charm his way out. "Tomorrow morning it's apparently horse races, or something like that," he offered. "Then the big ceremony and then we can... go." He faltered a little, when he realized what he was saying, but no one around who had heard him seemed to take any offense. Rose just nodded again, indifferently. She'd just discovered that one of the goblets in front of her held something that tasted a bit like lemonade, but promised all the kick of serious alcohol. "You know that's actually pretty strong stuff...." Jack trailed off his warning at her look. She deliberately took another big swig of it, just managing not to choke on the burning in her throat.
Jack's next look -- to the Doctor, probably for back-up -- was entirely in vain. The Doctor was all smiles and toasts and small talk with the local chieftains. Jack's next look at her was that of a man who knew he should stop while ahead, but wasn't going to. "They say the rooms are pretty much the same on both sides of the palace. Lots of silk and pillows?" He checked with a grin, apparently assuming he was on safe enough ground.
"Lovely," she agreed, without the smile. She toyed with another bit of roast meat on her plate. "Nice big bed. Nothing but silk and pillows. All to myself."
Baiting, by Lizbetann
Let the Good Times Roll, by Dianne Lamerc
Frustration, by Dianne Lamerc
Making Amends, by Dianne Lamerc
Three by Three, by Dianne Lamerc
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And may I humbly submit the next (so-far-last) story in the sequence "Three By Three" (http://diannelamerc.livejournal.com/183515.html)?
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