God, was the Doctor really doing this? He couldn't help but to be embarrassed as he considered his question. "Since the London Blitz... It's been over a hundred years, Doctor. That's a long time for anyone to wait for anything." Now that he said it out loud, it actually sounded a little pathetic to him, and he hated that.

Jack swallowed hard and let his hands run up the Doctor's thighs and hips. He loved that cocky look on the Doctor's face and would do just about anything to have him keep it. "That depends on you. I don't want to put you off." He did, however, pull back a touch to give him a proper look-over, rather happy with what he was seeing. He bent down to kiss at the Doctor's collarbone and massage his thumbs into his hips. "We both know I'd be happy with anything, so the question comes from what you want."