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Clara was standing on the heart of the Tardis lost in thoughts when the very subject of them called for her.
— Clara, really. If you can’t choose, I'd be happy to pick the place. It’s all the space and time we’re talking about. Same old, it shouldn’t make you pause like this.
— Well, maybe the company is starting to — teased her, shortening the distance to lean against the Tardis’s console and face the Doctor.
— Oh, planning to start a suggestion box in the blue box, are we? — The Doctor replied, trying to keep the concern out of his tone but failing to hide it on his eyebrows, which already were forming a poignant question mark. Damn those things. They have a life of their own, he thought.
— Some feedback would do wonders to that ego of yours, you know. But no need to worry. Seriously, your eyebrows are about to fly off your head and tear a hole on the Tardis’s ceiling. — She said, unable to keep a straight face watching his attempt to soften his expression. It was useless, his pale blue eyes would always betray him. She learned to read them, the sad, the joy, all in between. So crystal clear like their impossible light blue colour that goes so well with his grey curls forming the most gracious hue gradation. Again she was plunging deep into her inner monologue, this time she could pull out faster, not wanting to dwell on such a perilous matter, the one that keeps puzzling her, stealing her peace of mind.
— Just now, where did you go, Clara? — The Doctor returned to his inquisition stance inspecting Clara’s face.
— It’s not very you to be absent-minded — He continued, closing the remaining distance between them and lowering his head to reach her eyes height.
— Oi, don’t examine me like I’m an alien. — She protested, holding eye contact.
— I was just wondering if we could do something different. By that I mean I was considering if you were actually capable of that sort of thing. — She continued, defiance all over her tone and half smile.
— Clara Oswald, I lived enough to be every kind of man. Also, and more importantly, not even a man. Try me. — The Doctor was using all his knowledge of Clara’s body language to uncover any hint of what fresh hell she was about to unleash on both of them. Yes, he loved her fiery enthusiasm for adventures. Oh, but this clearly wasn’t on the everyday list. Her eyes were as big as they could get, pupils blown out. Cheeks coloured. Lips slightly parted. A red alert has echoed on his mind. The lack of understanding regarding her tilted head in his direction was disconcerting. He didn’t know what it meant, but he could feel something sitting heavy in his stomach.
She sensed the elusiveness creeping upon him and quickly began to talk.
— You and I, on an adventure on earth, no special event, no big date, no danger. Only a full day ahead of us filled with nothing to expect. Not even an exotic place, just a regular city. — She said it in one breath, giving him no chance of an escape route.
How come he is so confident, the Lord of Time himself, and still retreat like a crab on his shell at any sight of intimacy? Not even two minutes staring at her, sure, she slipped and her restraint faltered, letting sparkle on her face meticulously hidden feelings. His reactions being the very reason why.
— So, you think I can’t appreciate a quiet day like some kid who had too much sugar treats. — It’s that your challenge, Clara? — He asked, doubting if it could be that simple.
— Well, I know for a fact that your attention span is shorter than any of my students. But I’m just interested to see you pass the monsters, the nightmares. Beyond the space and time thing, just here in the present. Can you indulge me, Doctor? — She switched her provocative expression to the endearing one, knowing he wouldn’t, especially now, have another answer.
— Oh, we’re doing this, Clara. Don’t be surprised by how cool I’ll be experiencing boredom while you'll be the one who won’t stand an hour of your own human mundane affairs in place of our TIME and SPACE travels around the UNIVERSE. — He said in the most heavy Scottish accent he could muster, punctuating every word with a dramatic hand gesture.
— It’s a date, Doctor. — She replied, seeing the confusion wash over him again.
— Err, a date? Like the bank robbery? I thought adventures were off the table. — He desperately pressed for more information.
— You’re missing the point. Also, we’ll only know when we get there. — She answered playfully.
— Clara, you’re being cryptic and your eyes are doing the thing. I don’t like that.
— Do as you are told, Doctor. Put the coordinates for a perfectly uneventful day and let see where it takes us. — She said, assuming position in front of the console, hand on the lever, waiting for his signal to push it.
Holding eye contact, he moved to type and press the buttons. His suspicion clearly amusing her. He nodded and she pushed the lever.
— Here we are, ready to be bored to death by the ordinary. Amazingly, out of our own volition. — The Doctor remarked, opening the door to give Clara passage and stepping out the Tardis himself.
— Hey, that’s not the spirit. It can’t work if you don’t play along. Come on, Doctor! — Clara replied, excitedly pulling his hand to make him move.
— You know, time definitely passes slower here. This will count as two days. You won’t be picking next week as well.
She smiled, his grumpiness does that to her, and he was still holding her hand. Didn’t matter if he’d forgotten or hadn’t had the time to let it go.
— Where to, boss?
— Can you pretend a little bit to be enjoying my company for the sake of it? — She stopped to give him a tough look, just realising they were in the same place they went right after his regeneration. The middle of Glasgow when he ought to be dropping her in her place.
He noticed her recognition.
— You know I always miss our time together. Do I really have to say it? We’re here. — He paused, watching her reaction. — Where you first properly saw me.
— And we went for a coffee. — She carried on.
— Well, you made me fetch. — It was his turn to smile at her. — You want to see more of me. I would rather face a fleet of Daleks, but if you are really asking. I’m here. — The Doctor said sheepishly.
— Thank you. I keep forgetting how considerate you can be.
— I don’t have the faintest idea who is making you think otherwise. — He replied.
— Oh, surely an impossible man. — She said, dragging him again by his hand.
— Coffee awaits then. — He sighed.
— So, coffee and a walk in the park. How is our hero coping thus far? — Clara gained access to his arm while they were strolling between trees.
— Oh, he is just really focused on behaving. Anything but disappointing the teacher on the school day off. — He replied, sharp smile on lips.
— You. I swear. Sometimes I just want to wipe that smile of yours. — She confessed, feeling the weight of the truth ensue. She wanted that quite literally, just to put her lips on his to cut to the chase, to make him flustered and speechless for a change.
— You can be quite smug too. I often have the same wish. — He replied almost to himself, stealing a look at her face.
— We should try that someday. — Clara responded, all reservations gone. She felt him stopping and turning to her.
— And how do you propo- — She interrupted him, kissing him mid-sentence.
She placed her lips on his with a little more force than intended, standing on the tip of her toes to reach for it. He was stiff like a caught prey, his lips tasted like coffee and electricity, she was leaning against him without a plan but to finally have him closer, encircled, perfectly still, not running away afraid of their intensity being too much, too good to have and to lose.
The first second of eternity passed when he decided to push lightly against her mouth, capturing her upper lip between his, savouring the smoothness and cinnamon flavour of hers.
A warmth dissolved through her body as she let him encompass her, applying gentle pressure to her mouth. The Doctor moved a hand to hold her face, stroking her cheeks lightly with his thumb. Clara took the opportunity to fully embrace him, hands around his waist, she held tight as she built courage to touch his lips with her tongue, asking permission to deepen the kiss. He trembled with the sensation, taking his time to receive her with an equally curious tongue longing to meet hers.
His Time Lord senses were overloaded with so much Clara at the range of his tongue, her taste encapsulating her beloved essence, which always makes him desperate as it fades in the air as the wednesdays end. And now she was there, full figure squeezed against him, moving her clever mouth to send unbearable pleasant sensations all over his now sensitive body, awakening dormant urges.
He pulled from the kiss, hand still drawing circles on Clara’s cheek. Eyes closed. He moved again to put his forehead on hers.
— What are we doing, Clara? — He whispered, breathing irregularly.
— Shutting up for a second, I thought we'd agreed it was about time. — She tried to disperse the renewed tension, now mimicking his gesture to cup his face like she did so many times, waiting for him to look at her.
— Yes, that was quite a way to shut me up for good. I’m afraid you did a little more than that. — He removed her hand from the embrace and placed it upon his beating hearts, both crashing under her palm in a strong fast rhythm.
She looked at where they were hammering, as if expecting them to tear out from his rib cage. She noticed the Doctor glaring at her, studying her. She lifted her eyes to meet his, a shade of apprehension hid between love and adoration.
— You shouldn’t be afraid to let me hear your hearts, Doctor. I want you. I always have. And I’m tired of pretending, worst, fearing that I don’t get to say this to you. So I’m going to say it now.
— I love you. — She confessed as bravely as she could, locked in his blue eyes, trying her best to transmit how true and deep her feelings ran.
— I knew it wasn’t going to be an ordinary day, Clara Oswald. They never are with you. And I love you for that and for so many more reasons. My impossible girl.
She smiled, brimming with the shared joy of the weight of unspoken feelings being lifted. She reached for another kiss, the Doctor brushed their lips together but quickly withdrew.
— Clara, I’m afraid you’ll still have to be patient. — He smiled shyly. — You’ve blown some fuses. — He said.
— Well, practice makes perfect. — She replied, innocently as possible.
— Clara, Clara. Was that your plan? To test my capacity, or rather incompetence, to not be overflown by my affections towards you? — He asked playfully, rolling every “r'” for the extra drama.
— You’re telling me the ‘no hugs policy’ was about that? So much to explore here, Doctor. The plains of Zynum are nothing compared to. — She teased.
— And how do you intend to do it? — He questioned, hearts resuming the drumming.
— Well, I can make it scientific for you. Teacher’s habit, you know. We can begin with the hypothesis, which is that we go very well together. Then, we isolate the object, us. Next, we put the hypothesis to test in a controlled environment, for that I propose to get back to the Tardis.
— Yes, ma’am. — It was all the Doctor could say.
The air on the Tardis was charged, tiny noises forming in a frantic language as she was picking the vibrations of the occupants.
— The environment doesn’t seem controlled at all. — Clara said, noticing the agitation of the ship.
— It’s not her fault. I’m setting the mood. — The Doctor admitted. He was standing next to the console, fiddling with random buttons to keep his hands busy.
— Can I help? — Clara said, moving to embrace him from behind. — Is that okay, Doctor? She wrapped her arms through his chest, resting her head on his left shoulder.
— Yes. — He responded, involving her hands with one of his, pushing them to lie at the thumping of his hearts.
She remained there, waiting for them to slow down. Happy to just fill her lungs with his closeness. Oldbooks, stardust, a forest after rain, long was the list of smells she loved because it traced back to him. None quite human.
When it was calm enough, she asked — Doctor, can you turn? He obeyed, leaning over the console to look at her.
— I’m going to kiss you again. A proper kiss. — She watched his blue eyes shine full of expectation and want as she stepped into his space, lifted her arms to encircled his neck and gently placed her lips on his.
He shivered again, thinking it impossible to adjust to the feeling of her skin burning in his veins like wildfire that only the torment of a long-held desire could gather. He plunged into the kiss. Oh, in his mind he had envisioned this moment, always when his defences were down and her smile was so bright. In fact, when he did not see her?
She felt his tongue enter her mouth desperately searching for hers. She enjoyed the enthusiasm sucking gently, tangling, deepening the kiss. Her body reacted at the same speed, pressing against him while her hands grabbed the nape of his neck moving to fondle his heavy curls.
— Clara, I’m almost certain I’m seeing regeneration lights.
— Doctor, you are smart enough to figure out that I really intend to drive you off your mind. Can you trust me and let go of the control a little? I promise to do the same. — She bargained, lips swollen, eyes the size of the moon, face adorably red.
— Oh, I can Clara Oswald. — He captured her lips again, biting lightly and leaving a trail of little kisses. He got closer by pulling her waist, hand firmly in her hair guiding their movements. She left a low moan when the grip on her hair tightened.
— Doctor… — She whispered his name and he knew at that moment he was lost. Her feeble sound reverberated through every cell of his being, setting a pleasant heat to his aching groin.
His urgeness was already constricting his pants, every movement enhancing his sensitivity and compelling him to chase the sensation. But there was so much of his Clara he wanted to feel. Above all, his adamant devotion to her told him to follow her command.
Although she had asked for his surrender. No restraints. She was the one enraptured by the gentle touch of his long fingers over her skin contrasting with the strong grasp on her hair making her head tilt to receive his eager tongue. It was a perfect representation of the tenderness of his care and the strength of his love. Things she always keeps pushing for more.
The need drove her hands to start undoing the buttons of his waist coat, quickly reaching for his oxford.
— I thought you liked the outfit. — He jested, watching her fight the layers.
— I do, Doctor. As you know so well. Always dressing for me, flashing that velvet jacket and rockstar boots. I love it but it makes me want to unwrap you even more. — By the time Clara stopped speaking, she’d stripped the Doctor's upper body, only leaving his Oxford shirt full open.
His torso was displayed revealing a short patch of grey hair on his chest forming an inviting trail that got lost beneath his pants. He had lean muscles tensioning his alabaster skin. Nothing could prepare her for the vision of the Doctor deposed of his suit-armour, he seemed more exposed than he actually was, making her desire impossibly stronger to finally cross every boundary that kept them apart.
Now nothing was standing in the way, not even the fabric of his clothes. She started the exploration kissing his neck, one, two, three kisses peppered. She heard him groan in a heavy Scottish tone. A light succion was made where it seemed to be the most sensitive area. Her hands darted to his belt. Mouth never stopping the teasing. His head was thrown back, one hand on her hair barely trying to control her ministrations, another holding the Tardis console for support.
Slowly going down, his collarbone received her lips attention, followed by his pink nipples where light kisses and a gentle bites were applied.
He quivered as she knelt to reach his low belly, planting a delicate kiss there. At this point, it was impossible to ignore the large bulge forcing the fabric of his pants, but she was determined to take her time and savour every inch of the mess that the Doctor became, in a controlling, even subduing way.
— Can I continue, Doctor? — She asked, locking eyes.
— Only if you were serious about making me lose my mind. — The Doctor answered.
Lips came back to ignite his skin. That was it. His senses would surely fail, except they didn’t, everytime that he thought he wouldn’t stand the overcharge he made it held by the force of this new found expression of love between them, different from the cryptid confessions, just giving in to his deepest feelings for his impossible girl in a soul consuming way.
Clara saw animal desire consuming his blue eyes in an unknown form of devotion. He was at her mercy. And she was glad to push it as far it would go. Eyes never leaving his, she shoved his pants down and pressed a soft kiss over the volume stretching his underpants.
— Clara! — he cried in a low husky voice.
She let her hands travel along his bare thighs grasping his firm muscles while displaying multiple kisses on his pulsing cock over the cloth.
He was still as possible, biting his lower lip to prevent a howl from coming out.
— Clara, Clara, Clara! — It was all he could articulate, for it was all he could think.
— Yes, Doctor. — She answered, finally pulling the waistbands to set him free.
His cock was long, thick and crowned with a large head shining from pre-cum, at the base, heavy balls in a nest of silver hair.
Elegant and impressive as she imagined it would be to match his big ego.
It must’ve passed a good amount of time as she gazed at his glorious time lord member, because she heard him cough.
— You absolutely can only complain about the colours of your kidneys, Doctor. You are just gorgeous. All of you. — She said in frank admiration, enjoying his embarrassment.
— For what it's worth, it’s all yours. — He managed to reply.
She responded by gently involving his cock with her hands, watching his face transform in rapture eyes possessed with pleasure. She began to touch him up and down. He was already leaking, she stuck her tongue to capture the accumulated dew, it was like the ocean mixed in a concentrated essence of him.
Her name was being repeated like a mantra anchoring the Doctor to reality. Clara, Clara, Clara. He touched her face and left his hand there, thumb caressing her cheek, overwhelmed by their intimacy.
Loving the feeling of having him so surrendered, she let her tongue ran all his extension from base to head, repeating the movement until she took him in her mouth, sucking intensely as her warm tongue wrapped around him deeply as his girth allowed.
— Clara! I won’t last long. Fuck, that clever mouth of yours… I swear it’ll be the end of me. — He pleaded, seeing no mercy in her big brown eyes.
— Do it, Doctor. — She asked.
— What, Clara? — He was confused.
— Fuck my clever mouth. — She commanded, preparing to receive all the length she could.
— Yes, ma’am.
He moved his hips to match her motions, watching her taking him so readily, mouth opened for more, moans muffled.
— Look at you, so eager to be filled with my cock. Oh, Clara. I’m sorry that I made you wait that long. But I’ll make it worth your while. — He teased, starting to thrust against her mouth. Gripping her hair, he experimented burying deeper against her throat, drawing to let her breath and entering her mouth again, so tenderly performed to make her comfortable.
— It’s that okay? — He asked.
— More than okay, Doctor. — Impatient with his caution, she took him herself, moving her head fast. Her lips firm around him only pausing to alternate long strokes of her tongue insatiable for his taste.
— Clara, I’m going to come. — He alerted in a strangled voice.
— That won’t do, Doctor. — She halted, pressing light kisses over his throbbing member.
— Of course… You have to control it. — Okay, fine, just let me touch you, please. — It was a request of a desperate man.
— I’ll allow that, Doctor. So don’t even think about calling me a control freak. — She said as she got up and started to take her clothes off.
— Come on, you can help me.
His skilled fingers were occupied with her skirt as she removed her top. He dropped to his knees unceremoniously, focused on unravelling her beloved body worshipped in silence through a false stoic facade for what felt like a millennia.
Placing his fingers on the waistbands of both her skirt and panties, he pulled down in a single movement. The vision of her naked body made raw hunger torn him apart, banishing all reason and calm of his manners, he couldn’t help but to bury his mouth on her whilst still removing her boots.
He collapsed his mouth against her folds, licking her labia to reach her insides rapidly moving to capture the moist dripping all over her. She grabbed his silver locks holding to dear life while the Doctor proceeded to eat her out mindlessly.
— Doctor! — She cried, pleasure hitting violently her core.
— Yes, Clara. — He answered, a low voice vibrating inside her. — I have to let you know, you taste like colours and images of a vivid dream, a perfect synesthesia telling how much you want me and how greatly we match. — He said amidst vigorous strikes of tongue.
He was focused on her nub now, sucking it and applying firm licks. She was trembling, he had to use a hand to hold her, moving another to her center.
He teased her entrance with his middle finger, dragging it up and down excruciatingly at a leisurely pace to gently penetrate her next. Only when he sensed her relaxed and drenching wet from his ministrations, he increased the speed, fucking her in earnest with his long finger, mouth still furiously licking and sucking.
— Fuck, Doctor. This is too good, please don’t stop — She whimpered, riding his face.
— I’m not heartless, Clara Oswald. You’ll get to come for me. And many times, I’ll make sure. — He managed to speak planted between her legs.
He proceeded to insert a second finger giving her time to adjust. When she did, he moved fast, hooking his fingers to reach the right spot. His mouth followed the rhythm, tongue hitting relentlessly her nub in short circles.
— Doctor! — She cried loudly, hands grabbing tightly at his hair as she crumbled in his mouth.
— Come for me, Clara.
Bolts of pure pleasure invaded, spasms after spasms spreading through her body guided by the Doctor’s movements. The waves didn’t seem to stop, neither did the Doctor making another orgasm wash over her, impossibly igniting her depths with more fiery bliss.
She softened the grip of his hair as she returned to earth.
Gently he removed his fingers and eased the pressure of his mouth, licking lightly at her folds, claiming her orgasmic wetness.
— That was… — She began to say, trembling under his touch.
— Delicious? — He suggested, sucking his fingers with his tongue.
— Yeah. Doctor, how dare you play the unfazed no touching type when you are this good?
— I’m not unfazed, never concerning you, at least. And, errm. I could say years of experience but again, you. Something about you, Clara Oswald. That compels me to heights I’d not normally visit, especially so eagerly. — He said, getting up to face her.
She kissed him, overwhelming need storming her body as his manhood brushed against her belly. He was so hard, but remained so dedicated to satisfy her, glad to simply touch and feel her. It was unnerving to meet him like a man and less as a semigod, master of the laws of time and space, but exciting at the same rate.
She moved a hand to touch him. Deliberately taking time squeezing the head of his shaft.
He moaned, trying his best to not dip on her hands in fear of letting his control freak know how desperate he was for her.
— Clara, please. — He slipped.
— Please what, Doctor? Tell me what you want. — She commanded.
— I want to be inside you.
— Oh, yes? You can do better than that, Doctor. You wordsmith.
— I want to fuck you so thourougly that being fucked will forever be redefined to you when your very notion of pleasure is permanently molded by what I’m going to do with you.
Seizing the distraction his words caused, he held her directing themselves to the closest surface available, the Tardis console. He lifted her to sit on it and clashed his mouth on hers, cupping her breasts with one hand. His erection teasing her entrance. She circled his waist with her legs encouraging him to move.
Keeping his mouth on hers, he opened his eyes to search for her reaction as he gradually penetrated her folds, making her tightness give in to his girth.
The friction of pressure irradiating warm pleasure all over her body as inch by inch the Doctor took her. Watching every expression cross her face, he continued to push in a tantalising slow speed.
She was pulsing around him as she accommodated his length. Already at the edge, he bit his lips tasting blood to refrain burying himself to the hilt, until he was finally plunged deep, embraced by her throbbing walls.
They were entangled, lost in one figure of sheer rapture. No one dared to move, only elaborate breaths heard in the silence of Tardis as they locked eyes marvelled by the frenzy intoxication of pleasure that the hybrid of them created.
The Doctor carefully pull out, guiding his movement by what the big hungry eyes staring back at him were signaling.
— Please, do begin to redefine my notion of being fucked, Doctor.
That was all he needed to pump hard against her warmth. She moaned, his name in her lips. He did it again, sensing her legs trembling around him, he placed her feet over the console, leaving her completely open to him. He returned to press himself, taking her left nipple on his mouth. His pace was fast and merciless, almost removing himself just to push to the base again.
He moved quickly, hips collapsing against her making her body shake with the impetus as he explored his depths greedily.
— Oh, Clara Oswald. I wanted you so much. My impossible girl. Knitted in my timeline. Look at you, so amazingly perfect to me. Taking me so well. — He said among vigorous slams, placing a thumb to rub her nub.
— Fuck, Doctor. So that is the result of flirting with a mountain range. This is incredible.
He kept drawing patterns with his finger when he positioned one of her legs over his shoulder to increase his penetration power.
She didn’t think it could be more of him inside her until he began to thrust in this new position, his cock filling her completely combined with his dexterous finger threatening a combustion to erupt with every friction.
She was again on the verge and definitely not prepared to receive his lips back on her nipple licking and sucking without the previous unhurry.
— Doctor, I’m going to-
His mouth, or was it his hands? Made something clever and Clara didn’t have time to finish her sentence. She hit climax from every point at which the Doctor was making contact.
Abrasive heat rushed from where his teeth nibbled her breasts, travelling through each strong stroke he delivered, all magnified to infinity by his elegant wicked precise finger caused her departure from this world to a plain where only overstimulated nerves existed.
She became a live wire of the ravishing delight pulsing from her sex to her arching body helplessly under the Doctor's caresses.
— Doc-ctor, I’m perfectly unmade. — She said, meeting the storm gathered in his expression.
— Show me tender now. — She asked, leaning for an intense kiss to recollect herself.
— Anything. — The Doctor replied, instantly decreasing the speed to a stead back and forth.
He took his long fingers on his mouth, sucking all her wetness from it.
— You know, I always loved those beautiful hands of yours, now a little bit more. — She remarked.
He gave a side smile cupping her face with his left. — Well, I like them a little bit more too, after I got to touch you like that.
She took advantage of his gesture and captured his middle finger with her mouth, tongue sliding while she sucked satisfied.
His movements so sharp and precise appeared to stagger for a second.
— I’m still waiting for you. — He declared, resolution leaking through his questioning pale eyes.
— Oh, are you? I almost forgot. Do you want to come for me, Doctor? — She teased, beginning to disengage their bodies.
— Clara, Clara. This is beyond a control issue. Did I cross you somehow? — He whimpered at the loss of her body.
— Hey, what did I say about the control freak thing? — She answered, pushing him to the chair next to the console.
— I just really want to be the one pressing the buttons when you do, Doctor. — She said, positioning herself to sit between his spread legs.
— Of course you have to, Clara. — He replied, clawing the armchairs with his hands, leaving himself completely to her volition.
She stroked his length watching him squirm, his effort to stay still failing.
— You must be so sensible, Doctor. After all the sucking of my tongue and grinding me against the console of the tardis. Did you know there wasn’t a single day where I didn’t imagine you taking me like that? — She said, fastening the rhythm.
— And this must be a punishment for how stubborn I’ve been — He managed to question in a trembling voice, hips uncontrollably meeting her hand.
— Oh, less that and more about how delightful you look like this, a mess of fluffy silver hair, desperate eyebrows and begging blue eyes, Doctor. — She whispered into his ear.
Clara didn’t wait for a responde, she lifted her hips and guided the doctor’s shaft to her entrance, slowly descending to let it penetrate her.
He surely was a mess, a Time Lord helplessly reduced to a pile of bucked nerves bended to a control freak’s will. His control freak, his Clara. So gorgeous impaling herself on his cock. He groaned when she fully sat on his lap impossibly tight around him, every fibre of his being fighting the need to spill inside her fully.
— Fuck, Doctor. You feel amazing. — She said as she experimented to move.
— And you beyond that, Clara Oswald. — Resolve gone on the first snap of her hips, he grabbed her waist while voraciously taking her nipples in his mouth, licking them hard, sucking and biting the overstimulated skin.
She was perfectly adjusted to his length and leaking from arousal when she started to undulate her hips, letting herself sink to rise all the way up.
The Doctor held her buttocks tight guiding the ups and downs with rough thrusts combined.
Shaking from the sheer strength of their bodies colliding, hot pressure building in her belly from every pounding, she mentally thanked his superior biology for the stamina as she held onto his grey locks landing on his lap over and over again. It was plenty enough to make her cum but he decided to move a hand to torture her spent nub.
— Talk about a mess — He grunted against her ear as she moaned.
To seal her doom, he used his free hand to pull her hair, leaving her neck exposed to his wicked tongue and teeth.
Despite his usual coldness, his skin felt incandescent upon hers, brimming with a glow about to disrupt, she knew he was at the point of no return and desperately wanted to see him undone.
— Doctor, come for me. — She asked.
— Clara! — He cried, giving in to the pleasure.
Sparks of pure energy flowed from every single cell of his body transforming the sweet ache on his interior to an assault of undiluted ecstasy while he shot load after load buried inside Clara, who was riding herself the waves erupting from the explosion of the Doctor on her own orgasm.
Still connected, they hold to each other feeling the storm dissipate leaving the inebriation of being together rushing electric.
A perfect moment of unison delight. She reached for his lips and kissed him intensely as the joy of being in his arms invaded her. He gladly received her lips on his, it has been too long since he tasted her, although it didn’t help his two hearts to stop hammering against his heart cage, it eased his hunger for his Clara.
— Was this uneventful enough for you, Clara? — The Doctor asked, playfully.
— Yep, a perfect normal afternoon. — She replied, looking at him.
— Matter of fact, it should be a normal afternoon for us.
— I guess I can accommodate this sort of activity between one planet or another.
— You guess? — She questioned, running her fingers over his already hardening member.
— I’m positive, boss.
Laughing, Clara nuzzled on the crook of his neck letting his embrace encompass her.
— So much for a non-hugging person.