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“So,” the Doctor clapped his hands excitedly, “Miss Oswald,” he smiled. “All of time and all of space, where would you like to go next?”
“Oh,” Clara smirked deviously, “I know just the place.”
Approaching him slowly, deliberately, she backed him against the console. All at once, the atmosphere became dense, heady. The air had been sucked out of the room.
Clara gripped the lapels of his jacket, a luxurious maroon velvet. Tugging with intent, she looked up at the Doctor through what he thought were especially inflated eyes. The closeness already had their heart rates surging. The tension in the room was almost suffocating. He met her gaze before flicking his eyes to her lips. A question, and she knew the answer.
Without knowing who initiated, their lips came together. The fires in their souls blazed, hot and concentrated like plasma. Sharp and powerful as lightning. Hungrily, they explored each other. No more health scares, no more jealous Missy, and no more looming threat of discovery to hang over their heads. Thoughts exchanged between the two of them freely, and soon they were unsure whose were whose. They had merged together so seamlessly, like the last two pieces of a thousand-piece puzzle.
Growing bolder, Clara molded her body against his frame, wrapping her arms around his wiry chest. He staggered backwards, bracing a hand against the console keyboard, its inputs the Tardis graciously ignored.
Suddenly too hot for so many layers, the Doctor pried his hands between their bodies, deftly undoing the buttons of his velvet coat, then his waistcoat underneath. Wriggling in her grasp, he managed to shed the offending clothing to the floor, forgotten.
Clara responded by removing the black leather jacket she wore over her scarlet blouse, casting it aimlessly towards the railing and probably missing. At this point, she could not care less.
Unable to stop the inertia of her movements, her eyes glazed over, thoughts abandoning her brain. All of time and space and there was only one place she wanted to go.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, she took a moment to admire the disheveled state she had left him in. Taking him by the hand, she led him away from the console, down the stairs, and towards the bedrooms beyond.
Clara dragged him through the hallways, so fast he almost stumbled to keep up with her. She had not explicitly said what she wanted, but given where she was taking him, he had a pretty good idea.
Thoughts raced through his head in a fluster. His cheeks darkened. He had never done this exact…activity in this body, so while he had thousands of years of experience, he simultaneously had none. All he could do was hope that instinct would take over.
Diving into his room, Clara dragged him towards the bed. His hearts fluttered against his ribs. This was it, this was really it.
Throwing him down onto the sheets, Clara pounced on top of him, straddling his hips. He was only given a second to look into her dark eyes, but he could see something feral flashing in them. Within his own body, the same feeling pooled in his guts, heavy and demanding. It was a familiar feeling, which he had not felt for so very long.
Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his again, more forceful than before. He parted his lips to give her access and suddenly he felt her tongue exploring his mouth. He keened into the kiss, slightly embarrassed that he was unable to hold it back.
The noise sent her into even more of a frenzy. With her eyes shut tight, she was somehow able to feel out the buttons of his cream-colored dress shirt, making short work of them. Cool air wafted against his exposed chest, leaving a trail of fleshy goosebumps where it touched.
Clara broke the kiss, admiring the expanse of lean muscle beneath her. His skin was milky white, dusted with a small patch of silvery hair. She had seen him undressed before, of course, but in this context it took her breath away.
She felt a slight tug on the end of her scarlet blouse and looked back up. In his half-lidded eyes she saw something pleading. Another question. She smiled fondly. He was so adorable when he tried to be a gentleman. With a giggle, she nodded.
Hooking long fingers under the hem of the fabric, he pulled it off of her in one smooth motion, casting it to the floor. He murmured appreciatively at the sight of her sleek body, with olive-tinted skin, and curves in all the right places. Backlit against the dim lights of the bedroom, he had never seen anything so gorgeous. And somehow, she was his. She wanted to be with him.
Before he had a chance to react, Clara reached behind her back and unclasped her lacy white bra. Slipping out of it, she threw it to the floor to join her forsaken blouse.
The Doctor’s breath caught in his throat. Her breasts were just as perfect as the rest of her, perky and supple with lovely pink nipples, poking out in the chill of the room. Warmth flushed his cheeks again. She had never been this vulnerable with him before. Not wasting the chance, he tentatively reached towards them.
As if giving permission, Clara leaned forwards, guiding them into his hands. He cupped both of them, feeling their weight. Her skin was soft, so very soft. He squeezed them gently, mapping them out. When he brushed a rough thumb against the tip of a nipple, it was Clara who could not hold back a moan.
Oh. He raised an eyebrow. She definitely liked that. Feeling bolder, he partially rose his upper body up off the bed. Hugging her around her back, he insistently brought her breasts up to his face. Darting out his tongue, he lapped it against a nipple, watching it grow firm in response to his touch.
Encouraged, he sealed his lips over the little nub, sucking vigorously. With his hands, he massaged her breasts, pulling and tweaking the other nipple with his sandpapery fingers, rough from strumming the electric guitar he loved so much. He played her like one of his instruments, eager to hear her music.
Clara exhaled shakily, feeling heat pool between her legs. It felt so good but she needed more. Tangling her fingers into his curly hair, she pulled his face towards herself even closer. He exhaled forcefully through his nose, giving her a tiny nip for her greediness. His tongue swirled around the bud, teasing and sucking.
With a pop, he removed his mouth from her skin to give the other nipple the same treatment. The now abandoned one glistened in the light, the air against the wetness sending a chill down her spine. Beneath her skin, he could feel her runaway pulse, betraying her mask of control over the situation. Grinning around the nipple, he trilled in amusement.
“Shut up,” she chuckled, pulling his hair tighter. He was going to pay for that.
Clara lowered her hips until she could feel his hard cock straining against the rough material of his trousers. Without warning, she thrust against him, enjoying the friction it provided.
The Doctor’s breath hitched. He relaxed his mouth around her nipple just long enough to hiss in response. He had definitely liked that and he wanted her to know. Doubling down on his ministrations, he gripped her back tighter.
Pleased with the reaction she'd gotten, Clara ground against him again, feeling his sizable length beneath her core. So tantalizingly close, separated only by a few layers of fabric.
She needed to lessen the barriers, she decided.
Lifting her hips off his body for a brief moment, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pulled downwards. With it, her panties came off as well, leaving her as exposed as the day she'd been born. Her cheeks flushed, but instead of embarrassment, she felt something else. Something warm and excited, tingling in her bones.
Pulling his face back from her breasts, he drank in the sight of her. “Oh, Clara,” he drawled in a thickened Scottish accent, his voice liquid velvet in her ear.
His cock dug painfully into his zipper, somehow even harder now. Daringly, he trailed a hand down her side and over her hips, towards where she wanted him most. Just centimeters away, he stopped, looking up into her eyes for permission again.
“Daft old man,” she chuffed, cupping his face with both of her hands. “You don't have to keep asking. The answer is yes. I want you,” she breathed. “I want all of you.”
With that, he growled, finally bringing his hand to her folds. He gasped, feeling how wet she'd become for him. It coated his fingers immediately, slicking them up. Intoxicating pheromones wafted into his nose, setting his animal side afire. She was dripping, a clear stream dribbling from her body and pooling onto his trousers below. He'd have to remember to wash those later.
With a satisfied crook of his lips, he returned his mouth to her breasts. Blindly, he felt with his hand until he found that tiny button above her opening that he knew would drive her crazy. With a scratchy thumb, he pressed into it, swirling it around in a circular motion.
Clara jerked, inhaling sharply. Instinctively, she ground against his hand, desperate to get more friction. With his other fingers, the Doctor teased at her entrance, stroking against the slippery flesh. Hovering, but staying away from what she wanted.
‘That bastard,’ she thought to herself in frustration.
Suddenly, she heard a voice in her head. ‘I heard that,’ it said.
Blushing fiercely, she opened her eyes. She had almost forgotten he was a touch telepath, and right now they were touching more than they'd ever had before. Of course he could hear her. Perhaps, he could even feel what she was feeling too. If that were the case, he should know better than to tease her.
‘Oh, I do know,’ he laughed. ‘But it's just so fun anyways.’
Clara scowled, refusing to capitulate. Angling her hips, she thrust down on his hand, causing one of the teasing fingers to slip inside of herself. She shuddered, closing her eyes. The sensation of something, anything, inside of her was overwhelming. Chest heaving, she clamped down around the intruding finger, wanting, needing, more.
Her tight muscles squeezed around his finger, plush and wet. He shuddered, imagining what they would feel like around his cock.
Smirking, a thousand years of experience came back to him. He knew exactly how to make her unravel. He'd oblige her and let her think she was in command, of course.
He crooked his finger, right into that spot where he knew she'd like it. She shuddered against him, so worked up that she was already close. Simultaneously, he brushed his thumb against her clit again, enjoying the high-pitched noise it elicited from her.
When she began to buck against his finger, he knew she was ready for more. Quickly, he added a second finger, plunging it into her depths.
Those large long fingers reached places she hadn't thought possible. Shaking, she tightened around them, able to feel their roughness from within. Every movement set her on fire. He built up a rhythm, thrusting in and out of her while rubbing his thumb against her clit in lazy circles. Somehow at the same time, he sucked on her nipple, addicted. ‘Quite the multitasker,’ she thought absentmindedly.
The pool in her belly began to coil. Her legs shook violently above him, barely able to keep her upright anymore. He picked up his tempo, adding a third finger, eliciting a cry. Carefully, he stretched her out. She contracted around his fingers so strongly that it almost hurt. She was so tight.
With his other hand, he slid it down from her back to support her ass. She looked like her legs were about to give out. He patted her encouragingly, knowing she was getting close. Seeing her so worked up was so unbelievably arousing. He crooked his lip smugly. Getting a control freak to lose control would be his ultimate achievement.
With one last swipe of her clit, one last thrust of his bunched fingers, she cried out, so loud he was sure the universe could hear it. Every nerve in her body set itself alight, sparking and tingling through her mind. He carried her through it, never pausing his ministrations. She panted harshly, bucking shamelessly into his hand.
Oversensitive and spent, her legs finally buckled beneath her, trapping his hand between herself and his body. The motion drove his fingers in even further, causing her to whimper unconsciously. She tried to lift herself back up but found that her trembling legs had the structural integrity of pudding.
Removing his hand, he wiped it against the sheets. Scooping her into his arms, he flipped them over so now he was on top. Bracing on his palms, he hovered over her, allowing her time to regain her senses.
Opening her eyes, Clara wheezed softly. Above her was the sweet face of the Doctor, looking impossibly proud of himself. She grumbled, ready to wipe that smirk off his stupid face.
Darting her hands southwards, she decided that he was still wearing far too many clothes. Anticipating where she was going with this, the Doctor lifted his hips to assist her. Swiftly, she undid the button and the fly, pulling his trousers and underwear down his legs in one smooth motion.
Finally free, his cock sprung out of its confines. Hard and drooling, it was beyond ready for her. Her heart skipped a beat, finally seeing him fully for the first time. The mighty Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, so vulnerable, for her.
Reaching forwards, she took it in one hand, feeling its heft. It was far more human than she'd expected, pulsing and throbbing with her touch. He had definitely been blessed in this regeneration.
Even this small touch was enough to send the Doctor’s mind running wild. Dipping his head, he reached down to plant chaste kisses along Clara’s jawline and neck. She pumped him once, evoking an appreciative noise from his throat. He pushed forward into her hand, trying to find any kind of purchase.
Wordlessly, Clara raised a small hand to his chest, pushing him back until he was reclining. He scooted up the bed to the carved mahogany headboard, resting his back against it. He surrendered to her, body and soul. She could do anything she wanted with him. She deserved everything. All that he was, all the universe could offer. Thoughts abandoning him, all he knew is that he was hers and she was his.
Flicking her hair out of the way, she dipped her head. Parting her beautiful lips, she took him into her mouth.
Stars exploded behind his eyes. She swirled her tongue over the salty tip and he thought he was going to lose it already. Bunching the sheets in his fists, he grit his teeth. Waves of pleasure crashed over him hot and bright like lava into the sea.
Deeper, she slipped her lips around him, sucking him back into her throat. Suppressing a gag, she hummed. The vibrations traveled all the way up his body like an earthquake, shaking him to the core. His hearts rammed against his breastbone furiously. When she began to bob her head, he did not know how much longer he could hold on.
Removing one hand from the sheets, he tangled his fingers in her hair, trying not to pull enough to hurt. His legs tensed, scrabbling in the sheets for something to brace himself against. Everything he did was under a thick haze, as if it were happening in slow motion. Perhaps his brain was rebooting again.
Gradually, she increased her speed. He groaned loudly, not even bothering to suppress himself anymore. Why had he held back, anyway?
She flicked those gorgeous eyes up to him. He could see amusement dancing behind her pupils. She was thoroughly enjoying this too much. He supposed he deserved it, given how he'd teased her.
She hummed again and that was it. He needed to get her off of him before he went over the edge. Tilting her head gently, he pulled back slightly. Getting the message, she released him. He whimpered, missing her immediately, regretting having to let her go.
Breathing laboriously, he took her hands, threading their fingers together. Leaning forwards, he guided her onto her back. Pinning her hands to the bed, she was completely laid bare for him. He scanned over her body, lost with lust and need and something he wasn't sure of. A feeling he'd never known before.
Raising her hips, she linked her legs behind his waist. With one look into her eyes, he knew this is what she wanted too. Lining himself up, he pressed forwards oh so slowly, terrified of hurting her.
He watched her face as he entered her. She squeezed his hands tighter, as if he was her only tether to reality. Eyes closed, throat tight with a held-back moan, an almost imperceptible sheen of sweat shone in the dip between her collarbone and neck, highlighting her toned muscles further. His hearts constricted into a knot, never more in love.
Clara whimpered softly, just feeling him go all the way in. It hurt a little, but it was a good kind of hurt. His size took a little getting used to. Carefully, he continued until he was finally sheathed in her warmth. Feeling so full, so stretched, she had never felt more complete, as if a void in her life had been filled.
The Doctor exhaled shakily, allowing her a moment to adjust. She contracted tightly around him, her flesh almost hot enough to burn. The sensations were mindblowing.
Looking up, he detected the slightest look of discomfort on her face. Panicking slightly, he started to withdraw.
“Don't you dare,” Clara hissed through gritted teeth. She gripped his waist harder with her thighs, preventing him from backing out any more. “I'm fine, I promise. I just need a minute.”
The Doctor hummed, a low rumble from within his chest. Not totally convinced, he stayed absolutely still. They had all the time in the universe, quite literally. She could take however long she needed. Leaning towards her, he planted his lips to the side of her neck, leaving a trail of little nips and kisses.
Clara arched her neck to allow him the full expanse. She moaned quietly, appreciating his patience. It had been a while for her.
He released her hands, using one of his own to support himself and the other to cup her face tenderly. Her thoughts spilled into his mind, dirty naughty thoughts. He blushed harshly, speechless.
Clara opened those big beautiful eyes of hers, a tease twinking in the dim light of the room. “Like what you see?” she asked aloud, cocking her head knowingly.
Stunned and love-drunk, the Doctor could find no words that described what he felt. Instead, he firmed his grasp behind her head, bringing her lips to his. Starving, he kissed her as if he was trying to give her his entire soul. He owed everything to her. She had given him his life back, had saved him from certain death.
A smile on her lips, she kissed back. The pain melted away into pleasure. She threaded her fingers into his hair, twisting the salt-and-pepper curls between her fingers.
Deciding that he had been still long enough, she flexed her thighs, urging him. He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, ma’am,” he obliged.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he drew out about halfway before gliding back in. The draw back left her breathless, clenching desperately around nothing. The return stroke filled her up again. Clara gasped, digging her painted fingernails into his back.
The small pain did something to him. Despite having been in this body for quite a while now, he was still discovering new things it liked. Growling possessively, he sped up, unable to remain disciplined forever.
Clara arched her back, angling her hips upwards. With the change in direction, he began to hit that spot far inside that made her squirm. She let out a high-pitched whine, drawing out the sound so deliciously.
Pleased with himself, the Doctor grinned into the kiss. Grasping her hip for leverage, he drew back almost all the way before slamming back in again. Stars exploded in their eyes. The room began to swim and blur around them. The air was so thick it was suffocating.
Increasing his tempo, he dove in and out with fervor, feeling closer to her with every thrust. If she hadn't been seared into his hearts before, she was now. Clara raked her nails across his shoulders, enjoying the primal roar it elicited from him. The bed rocked with his movements, banging into the wall behind them. Clara thought a quick apology to the ship, wondering if she'd be able to hear her. Hopefully, she wouldn't mind.
Reaching between them, the Doctor found her clit again. Clara had to stifle a cry, opting to dig her heels into his lower back. Her legs trembled around his waist and she knew she was getting close again.
Sensing she was near climax, the Doctor kept his rhythm and depth exactly the same, hitting that one spot over and over. He ghosted over her clit with his thumb, rubbing it roughly in tight circles.
By focusing on her, he could distract himself just enough to hold off his own orgasm. He wanted her to get there first. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his breaths coming out in huffs from exertion. He closed his eyes, just focusing on the sensations, ignoring how his knees ached or how his lungs begged for air. None of that mattered anymore.
Feeling that familiar tingle gathering in her belly, Clara angled into his touch, no longer caring about control. She needed this, right now. His forceful thrusts rocked her into the pillows, jostling her whole body. Feeling thoroughly ravaged, she had not known the Doctor had it in him, especially after such a tender start.
The heat grew more and more intense, raging like a fire through the nerves between her legs. Waves of pleasure cascaded over her, washing away every insecurity or doubt she’d ever had about herself. Fire turned to lightning, electric through her veins. Her legs shook harder, jelly around his hips.
With a final shout, she came crashing down around him. Her legs clutched him with all the strength she had, not caring if it hurt or not. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades, leaving behind crescent-shaped dents. He rode the tide with her, keeping his pace steady. Clara whimpered, sure he was going to fuck her through the bed.
Her muscles tensed and fluttered around him tightly, pumping him with every throb of her pulse. The same coil tightened around him, and he knew he was too far gone to hold it back any longer. Clinging to the last remnants of his resolve, he clamped his eyes shut, focusing on the tsunami of sensations rocking his mind. The sound of harsh breaths and skin slapping against skin reverberated around the room.
And then Clara leaned up and bit him on the side of the neck, hard. With that, he lost all authority over his body. A loud cry escaped from his lips. His tailored rhythm stuttered, becoming irregular and jagged. His mind opened up, flooding her with everything he'd kept guarded in his hearts. His soul flitted and danced around hers, wrapping itself around her in a kind of embrace she had never experienced before. Love, so bright and intimate, captured her being, entwining itself around her spirit in knots, never to let her go. The thread of fate, binding them together.
With one last thrust, he spilled deep inside of her in pulses. He set his jaw, a husky groan slipping through his teeth. Pleasure surged through his bones like wildfire. All thoughts abandoned him, his head in a cloud. Her inner walls greedily milked all he had from him, wanting everything he had to offer. Gradually, the tidal wave tapered off into a pleasant background vibration. Bonelessly, he collapsed into her waiting arms.
Purring contentedly, Clara carded her fingers through his sweaty hair. The sensation of him, hot and sticky inside her, filled her with a teeming warmth that crackled like static. Complete, whole with him, she never wanted to be separated again.
Their hearts beat in tandem, their chests pressed together. Exhausted, the Doctor nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, pecking a few lazy kisses on his way. Muttering sweet nothings into her ear, he lavished praise on her like she was his goddess. The only thing worth worshiping. Not moving, he wanted to stay inside of her as long as possible.
Clara admired her handiwork. The latticework of red streaks on his shoulders, the quickly forming bruise on the side of his neck, his trembling body. She had never seen him this way, reduced to putty in her hands. Snickering to herself, she decided that she liked it.
A shiver wracked him as the cool air brushed against his sweaty form. Begrudgingly, he propped himself up on one elbow, rolling onto his back. Slipping out of her, Clara grumbled at the loss. Staring up at the ceiling, the Doctor fought to catch his breath.
Clara grabbed his arm, using it to pull herself up against him. She rested her head on his shoulder and swung a leg over his. Reaching down, she found the hem of the sheets and pulled it over their bodies. He brought his arm around her, clutching her to his chest like she was the most precious thing in the universe. ‘Not a hugger, indeed,’ Clara thought.
Senses heightened, the whole room seemed to thrum in the afterglow. Everything was brighter, louder, more vivid. The black-and-white world flashed in brilliant technicolor. They smelled of sweat and sex and it was perfect.
Finally coming back to Earth, or Tardis rather, the Doctor exhaled long through his nose. He kissed the crown of her head, her disheveled hair tickling his nose as he did. He chuckled. God, they were such a mess.
“Not bad for an old man, eh?” he asked breathlessly, crooking his lip in a cheeky smile.
“Not bad?” she laughed in that beautiful voice of hers. “Try bloody incredible. Where did you learn those moves?”
“Clara, I am two thousand years old, you know.” He shrugged, his grin growing broader. “Skills.”
Clara giggled. He never stopped surprising her. Looking down, she realized there was a tent in the sheets.
“You're still–?” she wondered aloud in awe.
“Ah,” he grinned proudly. “No refractory period.”
“You're kidding,” she chuffed. That could prove useful.
“I'm not human,” he bragged. “Time Lord superiority.”
“Oi,” she smacked him on the shoulder. “Watch it.”
Snuggling further into his chest, she leaned an ear over his pecs, listening to the double beat of his hearts, hearts that had not betrayed him this time. He had fully healed as if nothing had ever happened. Time Lord superiority indeed. The sound was so soothing, a metronome she could fall asleep to.
She sighed, just basking in the moment. At the center of their minds, their bond glowed like a beacon. Now having joined in both body and soul, it was nearly impossible to tell one from the other. Two parts of the same whole.
Outside the ship, the Time Vortex swirled on lazily, bearing its occupants on gentle currents. Everything had changed for them. Nothing would ever be the same again. Their relationship had reached new heights, stronger than ever before. Whatever future awaited them, they would face it like they had everything else.
Together.
The End.