"Gods, I'd hope not. If he cares, he'd interrupt." Not that the Doctor could be quite sure that he would care, but, well. It was easy enough to assume that it would bother him on some level, overly possessive as he was. "I love the mystery. Love not knowing things. But I want to hear you, too. I want to know what you want. And that it's me."

Half-naked already and, well, he definitely hadn't been that with someone else in quite a while. There was a startling amount of intimacy to it and just a few weeks ago he could never have imagined sharing it with Jack. But here he was, pulling Jack's head back with his fingers buried in his hair just so he could catch his eyes again. He'd never been good at romance, not really, and in a way it didn't help that Jack's idea of it didn't mesh up with his. But in other ways that made it easier. A different form of commitment.

"Better be me."