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Okay. Maybe he shouldn’t have told Clara to search for love in other places after the untimely demise of her late boyfriend, Danny Pink.
Because now it seems as though every planet Clara lands on, she’s flirting with half the male species, and the women too - no one’s safe, really.
The Doctor tells himself he’s just worried about his companion’s safety, but the other part of himself, the part he keeps buried deep inside, knows it’s something more selfish. He wants Clara for himself, but of course he managed to lose his chance a second time.
The sound of Clara’s voice is what finally breaks him out of his self-pity parade he created in his mind, “Where are we again?” She asks, voice filled with uncertainty and a hint of judgment as she looks around.
“Atropos, The first planet to inhabit human colonies.” The Doctor supplies as they walk down the street of a small town. The pavement filled with humans and indigenous species alike – living in perfect harmony, entirely different from some other planets Clara’s seen.
“It’s …peaceful”
In all honesty, it’s the most peaceful things have been for Clara in months, between dealing with teenagers and fighting alien monsters, she didn’t want to admit how much she desperately needed this break.
“Coined the most peaceful planet in the cosmos. Seems like these humans have grown out of their colonialistic views.” The Doctor gestures to a group of humans as they pass, earning a few weird looks from the people.
Clara smiles up at the alien, wrapping her arms around his as they walk down the street, eyeing multiple small businesses and vendors as they walk. She wondered if they took Earth currency, or if this was another planet she couldn’t bring home any souvenirs from.
“So… nothing to fight, no one to save, is it finally time for our long awaited vacation?” Clara sounded eager, and her tone didn’t escape the Doctor, who smiles fondly and glances down at her, she appears genuinely happy, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw that.
“It would seem so, Clara. I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of making a few reservations before picking you up” The Doctor tries to make it sound casual, two friends hanging out like they have been for years, but it’s almost impossible for his words to not come off as a date.
Clara looks up at the Doctor with an expression unfamiliar to him, which causes him to gulp and he debates taking his words back and playing them off as a petty joke, he would hate it if he somehow angered Clara, maybe she thought he was coming on too strong.
“Such as?”
Oh, now he really didn’t want to say.
Pink dust covers the time lord’s cheeks as he opens his mouth, “Well, the Andruts do these amazing circus performances once a year, so I got us front row tickets,” he begins and Clara holds onto his arm tighter when he does, “And an invite to the after party”
Clara smirks hearing that, leaning her entire body weight on the alien, she liked the idea of an after party, she hadn’t had the time to do any socializing with how busy her job made her and she needed to get laid.
The brunette curses herself, don’t think about getting laid while you’re clinging to the Doctor.
“I know that look, you can’t bring anyone back to our hotel room.” The Doctor chastises, a pout playing at his lips.
“Our?”
“Well there’s only one penthouse suite.” The Doctor says matter-of-factly, as if him getting the best room was obvious – maybe it should’ve been. He always went above and beyond for his companions, at least he tried to. Even when most of the time they ended up in an active warzone.
Clara reaches one arm down and clasps her hand with the alien’s – squeezing tightly and pressing a feather light kiss to his coat sleeve, “Thank you, Doctor” she breathes out, her round eyes venturing up to meet his.
The Doctor’s eyes widen slightly, his hearts fluttering from the way Clara looks at him… he was so screwed.
The circus was amazing, it was unlike anything Clara had ever seen. It wasn’t your usual Earth animal-abuse for an hour performance, she wasn’t even sure she saw many animals and if she did, they seemed to be domesticated.
Like these tiny dragon-like creatures that were trained to fly through hoops.
The Doctor seemed unamused by the magic tricks, constantly pointing out to Clara how it was done. Clara had to shush him multiple times just so he’d let her enjoy the performance instead of turning everything into an explanation.
Now the two were at the after party, Clara lost track of The Doctor a long time ago, and resigned herself to sitting at the bar and watching other patrons dance and talk amongst themselves. If she had to guess, she would say the time lord simply left the party, he never was one to enjoy parties, at least not this Doctor.
Chin boy would’ve been dancing on the table with his arms flailing in the air as if he was drowning.
“Something on your mind?”
Clara is knocked out of her thoughts by the sound of a man’s voice. The brunette blinks a few times to register the man who was now sitting in front of her. The man is seemingly young, human, and has caramel brown hair that was just a bit overgrown.
The minimal facial hair he did have almost seemed orange compared to the mop on his head, with a few grey streaks visible.
“The person I came here with seems to have jumped ship” Clara chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck as her eyes bore into the man’s.
A flicker of mischievousness appears in the man’s eye, but it’s quickly abandoned as he speaks, “I would never abandon a girl as beautiful as you,” he begins, reaching his hand out towards Clara, “Orion.”
Clara almost blushes at the compliment, who knew a pick-up line so juvenile could have an effect on her. She writes it off as spending too much time around the Doctor lately, who never fails to bring up how round her face is.
Even though she knows how gorgeous she is, the words tend to creep in on her self-esteem after awhile, hearing his voice in her head while she stares into the mirror wondering what kind of makeup to do that day.
She was hardly insecure, but she’d be lying if she said his voice didn’t haunt her. The alien would probably tell her it was a vanity issue. Maybe for once, he was right.
“Clara.” she responds, taking her hand in his and shaking it languidly.
“Stunning.” Orion breathes out, never breaking eye contact with Clara. His eyes were so intense that she was scared to look away, the type of eye contact that made her blood run cold with anticipation.
“May I buy you a drink, Clara?” Orion asks, already motioning for the bartender to come over
The way her name sounded on his lips reminded her of the Doctor and she hated the way it caused wetness to pool in her knickers. She bites her fingernail anxiously, trying to push the thoughts of the time lord out of her head, “Of course, I don’t really know what’s good here.”
When she waves her hand around in dismissal, Orion chuckles fondly and names a drink Clara certainly couldn’t pronounce to the bartender, “I knew you were a tourist, I think I’d remember if there was a girl as gorgeous as you in this city.”
“Laying it on a bit thick, are we?” Clara accuses playfully, cocking an eyebrow towards the man as she takes the newly made drink from the bartender, giving him a small nod of gratitude before he walks away to attend to other drunk, needy customers.
“Perhaps, but you like it.” He was bold, Clara will give him that. A part of it makes her wonder if he’s younger than herself because of this, which in turn makes her feel a bit dirty. She may only be thirty, but the last thing she wants to come off as is some kind of cougar.
“You can’t possibly know that for sure” Clara tests, taking a sip of the drink through the straw she was given, her eyes widening in surprise almost immediately. It was strong, sure, very strong, but addicting all the same. She never had alcohol like this back on Earth.
Orion leans so close she could feel his breath on her neck, “I can smell you. You like when I call you Clara”
Clara tenses, heat immediately rising to her cheeks from being caught. She nearly chokes on her drink, coughing haphazardly as the man chuckles into her ear, slowly pulling away but placing one of his hands on her thigh, too high to be considered chaste in any form.
She couldn’t exactly tell the man that clearly wanted to get into her pants that she was only so turned on from her name being said because he sounded so much like an alien she runs off with every week. Clara wonders if that’s how the Doctor would sound while moaning into her ear
Enough.
He would never do that, especially not with her, and especially not in that body. He hardly hugs her for God’s sake.
Clara’s quick to purge the thought from her mind, chugging the rest of the drink and placing her hand atop Orion’s, gazing into his eyes, “Well, quite frankly, your accent is sexy” she admits, it was a half truth, she did think his accent was hot, but for a reason she wouldn’t dare confess.
“Are you drunk already?” Orion asks rhetorically, reaching his hand further up her thigh to the point his fingertips were underneath her short skirt, “I shouldn’t be surprised, you’re so tiny” he purrs, inching his fingers up her skirt.
God, he even talks like him. She shouldn’t be thinking this way, but she can’t stop pretending it’s the Doctor doing this to her. Clara’s eyes flutter closed as she lets out a shaky breath, “Not drunk, just direct.” she corrects, praying with everything in her body that he argues with her, like he would.
Unfortunately for her own dirty fantasies, he doesn’t. Orion simply scoots closer to her, their knees touching as his hand ventures fully up her skirt, rubbing her clit through her knickers.
Clara gasps, is she really about to let him finger her at the bar because he sounds vaguely like the Doctor? The answer is seemingly yes, because she does nothing to stop his advances. Clara tries not to make what’s happening too obvious to the crowds around them, but she has a feeling public indecency is less scandalous on this planet. Or maybe that feeling is just hope so she isn’t carted off to prison.
All Clara can think about as the man rubs her clit through her panties and whispers into her ear about how sexy she was is how much she wished this were the Doctor, but then again, she doesn’t suspect the time lord would use words such as sexy. Still, with her eyes closed and brain clouded by pleasure, she can almost pretend he does.
“Clara?!”
The woman hears a horrified voice rapidly approaching – one she could spot from a million miles away. She pushes Orion’s hand away from her and sits up straight, clearing her throat and trying to fix her hair before he was standing right in front of them.
The Doctor shoots Orion a nasty look, one filled with hatred, but to Clara, it just seemed like he was vaguely annoyed with Clara’s choice in partner – he always was, she didn’t want to think too hard about why that was the case, for fear of getting lost in her own sense of hope and delusion.
“I thought you left?” Clara says as she catches her breath, desperately trying to play it cool.
“No! I was in the hallway having a lovely conversation with the founders of the circus,” he crosses his arms, it was clear he knew what Clara was getting up to before he even mentions it, “When I said no hanky panky in the hotel room, I didn’t mean have it for the entire bar to see!” he chastises, his voice cracking slightly and for a moment it reminds her once again of his former incarnation, who always had the most endearing voice cracks.
“Hanky panky?” Orion says judgmentally, earning a slap on the shoulder from Clara and a glare from the Doctor.
“You shut up, you have nothing to do with this” The Doctor seethes, pointing an accusatory finger towards him
“Doctor, calm down. Go up to the hotel, I’ll meet up with you later.” Clara tries to diffuse the situation, grabbing Orion’s wrist to tug him away from the conversation and onto the dance floor, where she could grind against him without sticking out like a sore thumb.
The Doctor grabs her arm as she passes him, making her whip around in surprise, “Clara” his voice is barely above a whisper, making it nearly inaudible with the music playing from the speakers bouncing around in her head.
Clara shivers from the touch, a part of her wishing he’d slam her up against the wall and have his way with her in front of the stupid Scotsman she was leading to the dance floor. What has gotten into her? Maybe it really was the alcohol, her fantasies about the alien were never this vivid before.
“Go to bed, Doctor. I promise I’ll make good decisions.” She pulls her arm away from the time lord and he gives her a look that makes it obvious he wasn’t convinced in the slightest. Clara ignores the look, dragging Orion out onto the dance floor and presses herself against him, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck as they dance in sync.
Orion was rather patient, Clara will admit, or maybe he just really wanted to get laid. She didn’t blame him if that was the case, because so did she.
The Doctor clenches his jaw as he watches Clara shamelessly grind against the man who seemed too young for her tastes, but he can only hear her voice echoing in his ears that he just didn’t know how old she really was. Maybe that was true, but a man that sleazy didn’t deserve his Clara.
He clearly only wanted to get in her pants, but he offered her so much more than sex, he showed her the stars up close, planets humans could only see in their dreams. Yet, she always runs to humans to fulfill her pesky little desires such as sexual gratification.
He wonders if he could provide that for her, he’s certain he could, if only she would come to him and ask.
That’s confirmation enough to him that she doesn’t feel the same about him, if she did, she certainly would’ve come to him by now. They spent more time together than apart and Clara was a confident woman, she always got what she wanted, so clearly she didn’t want him.
The time lord curses to himself, taking Clara’s second drink that she had left behind and forgotten about and taking a long sip, eyes glued onto the pair in the middle of the dance floor, watching intently as Orion’s lips attach themselves to Clara’s neck, his hands wandering too high on her thighs to make the Doctor feel anything but a wave of nausea.
He finishes off the drink and stalks out of the bar, colliding with Orion on the way out and sending him a nasty glare when he turns around to see who bumped into him. Orion rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to Clara, “Is that who you came here with?”
“Yeah, he can be an asshole. Keep touching me” Clara demands, pressing her ass against Orion’s growing erection as his hands continue feeling up. Clara squeezes her eyes shut, imagining it was the Doctor’s hands moving dangerously close to her knickers, his hard on pressing against her backside, begging for something more than dance floor friction.
The Doctor angrily cards his fingers through his hair as he walks up the stairs to their hotel room, he could easily have taken the elevator, but he was so angry he needed the steps, so he didn’t feel tempted to haul himself back down and rip Clara away from that stupid ape.
He digs his short nails into his scalp and collapses onto one of the stairs, curling up and resting his head on his knees, arms linked around the back of his head as tears prickle in his eyes. The alien can’t recall the last time he felt so helpless, perhaps it was after Rose.
He recalls the way she used to behave with his predecessor, the easy flirting, the way her heartbeat quickened when he pulled her close, was she simply not attracted to this form? He hoped that wasn’t the case, he begged silently in his head to just let it be him she didn’t like, not his appearance. Something he hated himself for enough.
Clara lets her head back onto the man’s chest, grinding herself against the man’s thigh when he slides it in between her legs. She was already close, she’d been wet so long she was certain she’d come with hardly any friction
All while thinking of the Doctor – how disgusting.
But she couldn’t stop.
Clara could feel her orgasm building up as she pressed against the man’s thigh, breathing picking up as she let a moan of the Doctor’s name escape her.
Orion freezes, sliding his thigh out from between her legs, leaving her wet and needy. Clara clenches her jaw in aggravation, she was so close and he just had to pull away right before she reached her peak.
She didn’t even notice what she just called him.
“Come on, I was so close,” Clara whines, turning her body to face him, “Don’t make me punish you” She adds, placing her hands on his chest as she finally looks at him. Orion looks shocked and confused, if a bit angry.
“Are you pretending I’m that fucking guy from earlier?” Orion accuses
“No.” Clara lies quicker than she’d like to admit
“Really? Because you just said his name,” Orion laughs, pushing Clara off of him, “I’m not a second choice to anyone, go fuck him if you’re so needy.” With that, Clara watches as he storms out of the bar.
Fuck.
Clara clenches her jaw and looks around the bar, she isn't really interested in drinking anymore, or finding anyone else to sleep with, so she decides to just head up to the penthouse and take a long cold shower, or finger herself helplessly if the Doctor was asleep.
But that was wishful thinking, he almost never sleeps, especially not when he’s irritated, and she was certain he was when he left the bar earlier.
Clara tries to ignore the desperate need for friction between her legs as she manages to drag herself up to their shared hotel room. She kicks her heels off by the door and moves into the small kitchen area, grabbing a cup from the cabinet and filling it with sink water, trying to drown out her horniness – and the alcohol in her system.
“You’re back early, or is this considered long by your standards?” She hears the Doctor quip from an undisclosed part of the hotel; it was rather dark, but she could pinpoint his voice coming from the couch. Especially when he stands up, she can hear the cushions migrating.
“Fuck off.” Clara wasn’t in the mood for him to make any jokes about her sex life, or lack thereof. She tried to hold her tongue when it came to cursing around him, because he always chastised her for it, but in this moment she was too aggravated and too pent up to care.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t tell her to mind his language, instead, he leans against the island and peers down at her, “What happened? Did he hurt you?” he asks worriedly, trying to scan her facial expression for any signs of fear
Clara scoffs, rolling her eyes and dropping her cup in the sink, “According to you, he was a two pump chump and I have an awful sex life”
“I didn’t say that”
“You thought it.” Clara sneers, avoiding eye contact with the alien as she crosses her arms, leaning against the counter as he moves closer to her so they were standing next to each other, their arms barely brushing
“I may have thought that man in specific couldn’t please you, but as a whole I’m sure your sex life is great, Clara,” The Doctor chuckles breathily as he speaks, eyeing his companion up and down, she really looked amazing tonight, that stupid ape had no idea what he was missing out on, though of course they never do.
“It was me, I totally fucked it up,” Clara sighs, lifting her hand to cover her face, “I need a cold shower.”
“What for?” The Doctor asks genuinely, wow, he really was clueless, Clara thought to herself as she looks up to stare him in the eyes
“It’s been a long day” She decides on, not really wanting to admit how turned on she still was, even if he might already have an idea, they thrived off leaving things unsaid, being fully transparent with him felt foreign.
“I’m sorry, for how I reacted earlier,” The Doctor says suddenly before Clara can leave the room, it was unusual for him, he wasn’t one to apologize when he acted out, so it causes Clara to freeze and turn back to face him, “It must be confusing, for me to claim I’m not your boyfriend then act as though I were, it stops tonight. I took it too far.”
Clara didn’t know what to say, she can only gulp and stare at him like a deer in headlights, “It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.” he finishes, his eyes pleading as he stares at his companion, terrified she’ll want to stop traveling with him if he doesn’t get his jealousy under control, she was an independent human with her own desires, after all.
Clara recalls one of their first real conversations after he regenerated, I never said it was your mistake, he had said. Clara wrote it off as him not having good boundaries back then, but could it be something else? Could he feel something more for her?
“It’s okay Doctor, really.” Clara reassures quietly, her voice shaking slightly.
It was hot. She wanted to say, but knew it wasn’t appropriate.
“Alright, go take your shower then” The Doctor tries to shoo Clara away but she approaches him slowly, wrapping her arms around his neck as she balances on her tippy toes. She knew it was risky to hug him in this state, but she couldn’t help it.
Clara takes a deep inhale of his scent as he wraps his arms around her and rubs her back, when she pulls back there are a few silent moments where they just stare at one another silently, faces mere inches apart since Clara had not yet come down from the tips of her toes.
Then, without thinking, Clara leans in and kisses the Doctor, pressing her body against him as she holds her arms tightly around his neck. When he doesn’t respond to her advances, she pulls away and immediately starts apologizing, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” She repeats, stumbling back, but before she can get away, the Doctor pulls her back in, connecting their lips once more.
The kiss is soft as the Doctor leans over Clara, softly pushing her against the counter to balance them both. When his mouth opens, Clara sticks her tongue out and licks his mouth slowly, connecting their tongues as they silently make out. Clara shoves her fingers into the time lord’s curly hair, raking her nails along his scalp as they kiss.
Their kisses could almost be considered chaste, slow and loving, but it only made the heat between Clara’s legs grow, she prayed he couldn’t notice, she didn’t want this to end, but she also wasn’t sure if he wanted to go that far.
Any running thoughts of Clara’s are silenced when she can feel the Doctor beginning to harden against her, but before she can revel in the feeling, he’s pulling back, embarrassment coursing through him at being so utterly human.
“Your shower.” he reminds, as if she even remembered telling him.
“If you don’t want to have sex, you could just say that,” Clara chuckles, licking her lips to taste every last trace of him as she moves her hands against his chest, “I know your people don’t really do that.”
“I’ve never been a good time lord, Clara.”
He had a point.
But then why did he pull away?
“Then keep kissing me, we don’t have to do anything, I just want to feel you” Clara pleads, pulling him back down into a kiss in which he happily reciprocates, lifting Clara up onto the counter to kiss her without breaking his back.
The Doctor places his hands on Clara’s knees as he kisses her, wet sounds of their mouths echoing in the room as she shoves her tongue down the alien’s throat, fingers tangled deep in his curls.
She knows she shouldn’t, she knows it might make the Doctor uncomfortable, but the ache between her legs is too deep. Clara reaches one of her hands down between her legs and rubs furiously at her clit, panting into the Doctor’s mouth like a dog in heat.
The Doctor leans further against Clara as she pushes her knickers aside and easily pushes two fingers inside herself, she’d been soaking for hours at this point which made entrance easy.
Clara pumps her fingers in and out while rubbing her clit, a soft moan escaping her while trying to keep up with the Doctor’s kisses. He pulls back to catch his breath, a long string of saliva still connecting them as his eyes flicker down.
She hadn’t bothered to stop touching herself, instead Clara rests her head against the Doctor’s shoulder and speeds up her pace, the idea that he’s watching her only serving to rile her up further.
“Stop.” The Doctor husks, moving one hand up from her knee to grab her wrist.
“Not again” Clara whines, but ceases the movements of her fingers, kissing the Doctor’s neck lazily to earn a shaky breath out of him
“Again?”
“That guy from earlier.. he totally blue balled me” Clara laughs into the alien’s neck, pushing her pelvis forward so she’s pressed against him.
“Blue balled? Is there something that slipped by me?” the Doctor looks Clara up and down slowly, “Not that it bothers me”
That only makes Clara laugh harder, “No, no. It was a figure of speech.”
The Doctor chuckles, hooking his arms around Clara’s legs and picking her up, spinning her around as he makes his way towards the bedroom, “Well, I wouldn’t have cared if it wasn’t”
“You’d suck my hypothetical cock, Doctor?” Clara smirks as she stares down at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. At his lack of answer, her smirk grows into a grin, “I may have to invest in another strap-on”
“Oh hush” The Doctor grumbles, kissing her again as he lays her on the bed, crawling on top of the brunette as their bodies connect, moving in perfect motion together.
“Do you want this?” Clara whispers as she pulls away from him, scared of what his answer would be.
“Do you? You simply seem desperate for release, and I’ll give you anything you desire”
“You stupid old man, I want you. I thought about you the entire night” Clara admits, pushing his velvet coat off his shoulders in an attempt to shrug it off. The Doctor responds by letting it fall to the ground, exposing his arms that Clara had never seen before,
He certainly wasn’t muscular, but the sight made her feel like a Victorian woman nonetheless.
“Even when he—”
The Doctor is cut off almost immediately by Clara, “Especially when he was feeling me up under the bar”
The time lord seems at a loss of words for once, staring down at his companion, she looked positively ethereal like this, eyes round and filled with lust with lips swollen and red from kissing.
“So that’s what gets you going, Clara Oswald? Public indecency?” The Doctor asks half-heartedly, unzipping her skirt and tugging it down her legs
“Not particularly, but I can’t deny the fact I thought of you having your way with me in front of everyone at the bar” This makes the Doctor falter, he should be used to the dirty talk by now, considering the last individual he slept with, but it still makes his cheeks turn pink at the admission
The Doctor chuckles lightly in embarrassment, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he kisses his companion’s smooth belly, “You’re full of surprises, my impossible girl”
“I think at the moment I’d rather be full of you” Clara quips, grabbing his band tee and yanking him back up her body, pressing a kiss to his nose as her hands venture down to unbutton his checkered pants.
“Ah,” The Doctor pants nervously, reaching down to grab ahold of Clara’s hand, “How about I focus on making you come” He offers, using his free hand to tug her knickers down and tease her folds with his long, slender fingers
Clara shivers in response, her back arching as she lets out a tiny whimper, “I didn’t take you for the insecure type”
“I’m not, what do I have to be insecure about? I have two thousand years of practice under my belt” The Doctor cocks his head in faux innocence, sliding one of his fingers inside the woman and open realizing how turned on she was, slides another one inside soon after.
Clara has almost forgotten how good it felt to have long fingers inside of her and immediately moans out, hand slipping away from his belt to grab onto his wrist, not to stop him, but to pull him impossibly closer.
The Doctor curls his fingers, his thumb rubbing Clara’s clit as he leaves wet sloppy kisses on her jaw. Clara writhes on the bed, arching her back and mumbling incoherently about wanting more or how she was already so close.
“You know, I’ve heard orgasming after being withheld for a prolonged period of time is nearly ten times more blissful” The alien mumbles into her skin
Clara wants to tell him to shut up, that she didn’t want to hear about the statistics of edging your partner, but she couldn’t make any words out, he has reduced her to a moaning mess in mere seconds.
When Clara’s orgasm hits her at an embarrassingly fast speed, she moans out the Doctor’s name wantonly and squeezes her eyes shut. Goddamnit, he was right. This was the best orgasm she’s had in years, maybe her entire life.
She hated when he was right.
But at the moment, she couldn’t even think about that. All Clara could think about was the fact the Doctor — her clever boy, was two fingers deep inside her, leaving possessive marks on her neck.
When Clara finally comes down from her high, the Doctor had pulled away from her neck, but was gingerly pulling her panties back on. She’s quick to stop him halfway up her legs, “What about you? Unless you plan to give me a thigh job and come all over my knickers” she said it as a joke, but now that she said it aloud, it sounded sort of hot.
“A what?”
“Nevermind. Don’t change the subject, why won’t you fuck me?” Clara didn’t mean to sound desperate, but honestly, there wasn’t a way to frame the question to not seem clingy and insane.
What was worse was that she was fresh off an orgasm, causing her to begin grappling with feelings of sadness and disgust by what just occurred, tears building up in her eyes as she stares at the Doctor.
He doesn’t respond to her, simply pushing her hand away and pulling her panties all the way up with one fell swoop, fingers sliding down her thighs chastely as he stares at her, eyebrows furrowing when he sees the look on her face, even he could pinpoint the sadness.
“Is it because you think I’m unattractive?” God, she sounded pathetic — it makes her want to vomit, but Clara’s brain can’t help but file through every time he made a comment about her nose, or her hips, or her disproportionately wide face.
“Have you gone bananas?” The Doctor scoffs, searching Clara’s facial expression for any slight change, anything to tell him that she was joking, trying to get under his skin, because he couldn’t imagine for a second that Clara — his Clara, would think this about herself, giving her track record of ego-mania and borderline narcissism.
“Have you?! You must be the only person in the universe to think I’m ugly!” Clara exclaims defensively, propping herself up on her elbows as she silently begs the tears in her eyes not to fall.
“I don’t think you’re ugly, Clara, calm down.” The Doctor reasons, his tone wasn’t patronizing, which only makes Clara feel worse about herself.
“Then why.” Clara reaches out and presses her hand against his abdomen, not wanting to touch his erection without permission, she was upset, but she’d never sink that low.
“Because while I’m a biologically superior alien, I’m still painfully similar to humans. I’m not a young man anymore,” He says quietly, hoping implications would be enough to get him off the hook, but Clara doesn’t move, so he continues with a bluntness that shocks his companion, “I don’t want to embarrass myself by coming in thirty seconds flat, Clara.”
Clara tilts her head, “I wouldn’t care, I already came, in about the same time mind you — you’re brilliant with your fingers by the way” she’s brave enough to move her hand lower now, biting her lip as her hand falls over the tent in his checkered pants.
The Doctor shivers, his hips bucking up involuntarily as she rubs his head with her thumb through his trousers.
“How would you prefer to come? In my mouth? Inside me?” Her voice is smooth like velvet as she tightly grips the belt loops of his trousers to pull herself up.
The Doctor’s face heats up at the idea of either of those things, thinking that they almost felt objectifying to do to someone as important as Clara — his impossible girl, but she seemed to enjoy the ideas as much as he secretly did.
“I’m — I’m not sure what this body likes”
“What did the old you like?” Clara inquires, popping the trouser button through the hole and unzipping his pants slowly.
“Er. Must I say?” He replies, barely above a whisper
“You don’t have to.” Clara finds herself chuckling, he could be so bashful sometimes, it was quite endearing, actually.
“I was young, and quite hyperactive. So of course I got giddy over oral sex, like some kind of schoolboy” The Doctor murmurs in an embarrassed tone, pink dust on his cheeks turning a deeper hue as he admits his predecessor’s desires.
“Please don’t talk about schoolboys when we’re having sex, I teach them.”
“My apologies” The Doctor retracts his statement immediately, hand moving to rest against the small of Clara’s back as she pulls his erection out of his boxers, leaning down and giving his cock a long lick up the shaft, her lips wrapping around the head as she swirls her tongue around it.
It felt different than last time, it was pleasurable nonetheless, especially with Clara’s skilled tongue, but it didn’t feel as good as he remembered. Possibly it was just another way this body differed from his predecessors.
“Ah” The Doctor whimpers as she takes him further into her mouth, he resists the urge to buck his hips forward where he previously wouldn’t have hesitated to grab Clara’s hair.
He grips onto Clara’s shirt when she begins bobbing her head, occasionally taking him as far as possible into her throat, which causes her to gag each time. The Doctor leans his head back, squeezing his eyes closed as he tries to bite back a moan.
“Clara” he whimpers helplessly, sliding his hand up her shirt and rubbing her back, the cool feeling of his ring making Clara shiver as she massages his balls through his boxers.
The Doctor’s hips jerk up involuntarily, which earns a gag from Clara. The alien groans in response, laying back fully and placing his free hand over his face, trying to take deep breaths to avoid the jerks of his hips begging for his cock to be fully enveloped in the warmth of Clara’s mouth.
He can feel the orgasm building in his belly already, honestly, he was lasting longer than he previously anticipated, “I’m close” he warns, his accent thicker as his voice deepens, giving Clara the chance to pull away if she didn’t want him to come in her mouth, he could see how that would be unpleasant.
Of course, Clara doesn’t pull away, he hadn’t really expected her too. Instead, she moves back up to focus on his head, swirling her tongue around it, as if she were begging to feel his come in her mouth. That thought is enough to push the alien over the edge, he digs his nails into Clara’s back as he spills his seed into her mouth, a moan escaping him that he’d been holding back the entire time.
Clara swallows him, seductively licking her lips while staring at the Doctor, who was peeking at her between his fingers. She moves back up his body with catlike motions and plants a firm kiss on his lips, sliding her tongue against his teeth — begging for entrance.
The Doctor parts his mouth open for her, letting her sloppily tongue him as he tries his best to keep up, he could taste himself on her tongue and a part of him liked that. He moves his hand down her back and grabs her hip, using his other to make himself decent before pulling Clara on top of him, both hands resting on her hips now.
“This doesn’t feel real.” Clara whispers, pressing her forehead against his lazily as she rests against him, she wonders if this is another dream, like the one on Christmas.
“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” The Doctor responds, clear goosebumps visible on his arms
Clara pinches him suddenly, putting her hands against his chest to push herself up so she’s sitting on his lap. The Doctor winces, “What was that for?!” he whines, moving his hand to grab the offending mark.
“To make sure we weren’t dreaming” Clara quips playfully, using both her hands to pull her top off, then to unclip her bra, throwing both articles of clothing onto the ground.
All the Doctor can do is stare at her chest like a deer in headlights, “Clara..”
“Calm down, I don’t have anything to wear for bed.” She huffs, maneuvering off his lap and flopping to the side of him. She faces away from the alien but with her back pressed against him as Clara tugs the duvet up to her shoulders.
A few minutes pass in utter silence, the Doctor assumes Clara has long since fallen asleep, so he reaches his hand out to play with her hair absentmindedly, but is shocked when she leans into it.
“Are you still not my boyfriend?” Clara’s voice is barely above a whisper, she was terrified of what his answer would be. She could do occasional one night stands, but not with him.
“Boyfriend is so utterly juvenile, Clara.” The Doctor responds, gently scratching her scalp as he looks down at her, able to take in her beauty without her seeing him.
“What, do you prefer… husband?” she yawns sleepily in the middle of her sentence, it was clear she was drifting off.
“Just partner for now, I think.” He can’t help but chuckle at Clara’s forwardness, watching as sleep slowly takes her, and surprisingly, it takes him soon thereafter.
When Clara wakes up the next morning, she realizes she managed to entangle herself completely with the Doctor while he slept, head resting against his chest as her breasts press against his chest.
Clara rubs her eyes and tries to pull away, but is stopped by the Doctor’s arms tightening around her like some sort of boa constrictor.
The brunette is shocked by this, especially considering the alien’s disdain for hugging, “Doctor?” She seeks clarification, squinting up at him through her sleep induced blurry vision.
“You’re warm.” He responds simply, tracing his cold hands down her back
“And you’re freezing.” Clara pulls the blanket further up her body in an attempt to gather any sort of warmth.
The Doctor chuckles, “All time lords are, it’s one of our worst qualities.”
“Surely the best in the summer” Clara quips, kissing the alien’s chest through his shirt before resting her chin against it and smiling up at him like she had done the previous morning
The Doctor feels his hearts flutter again, déjà vu creeping into his veins as he stares down at his companion. He isn’t sure how to respond, a truly rare occasion, so he just smiles dumbly back at her.
A few minutes pass in silence, Clara absentmindedly shuffling their legs together as she fights off her sleepiness, when she finally goes to open her mouth about when they were supposed to leave, there’s a knock at the door.
Clara groans and pulls herself off the time lord, much to his dismay, “Are you going to answer the door like that?” The Doctor ponders, gesturing to her naked body.
“Course not” she huffs, having forgotten she was naked altogether. Clara quickly picks up the Doctor’s coat off the ground and pulls it on, buttoning it up as she makes her way towards the door.
When she swings the door open, she’s shocked to see a frantic woman standing there, “is the Doctor here?” she asks, fear obvious in her tone with the way her voice cracks and breaks off.
Clara furrows her brows in concern, “Yes, he is. What’s wrong?” she asks, reaching out and grabbing the woman’s shoulders in an attempt to soothe her.
“There’s an alien invasion in the lobby! They’re taking hostages” The woman cries out and Clara can hear the Doctor jump up from the bed and run towards them like a penguin with its ass on fire.
So much for a vacation.
“Of course we’ll help, come on Clara!” The Doctor says enthusiastically, grabbing Clara’s hand and dragging her out of the room,
“Doctor, I don’t have clothes!”
“Oh you’ll be fine” he waves off as he shoves both women into the elevator, frantically pressing the lobby button