Guilty Pleasures

Finally, the bell rang. The sweet, life saving bell. She felt like a boxer in the ring in those moments, relieved to be taking a break from the repetitive pain. Students filed out the classroom, making their rowdy way into the canteen for lunch. Clara liked working at Coal Hill; all of the staff were nice and she loved teaching English. She was just having one of her bad days. Some of the students could get on her nerves, but most of them she liked and cared for, who found her jokes, and mannerisms funny. Another asset that was admired by students was her refusal of giving out homework, for reasons they didn't understand yet obviously didn't question. In truth, it was mostly because there was so much marking to do and the Doctor wasn't able to keep himself occupied long enough without her. Figures.

She was standing over her desk, the corridors finally silent. Sorting out the papers for her classes with the utmost concentration, she didn't notice until she felt familiar hands suddenly wrap round her waist. Clara almost exclaimed aloud, and her hand went to her heart in shock. Leaning further into her, she told him, 'you made me jump! I didn't hear you come in!'

Turning round to see the Doctor, she raised her eyebrows and gave him a disapproving and meaningful look.

'What are you doing here, Doctor? You're not supposed to be here.' She hissed.

'You've been gone for so long.'

'I've been gone for four hours!'

'Yes, but I'm bored without you.'

'Doctor, you've got a whole TARDIS to travel around in. Why did you come here?' She whispered.

'You're here. I wanted to see you.' He replied, his tone of voice and smile making her relax a little bit more. She really wanted to thread her fingers through his gorgeously fluffy silver hair but decided against it.

'I can't allow you to be here, Doctor. You know what happened the last time. Go back to the TARDIS and I'll see you later, okay? I'm just glad you didn't arrive during my lesson.'

'Didn't I?'

'Well, there's no one here except you and me, is there?'

'But it wouldn't have made a difference. I only see you, Clara Oswald.'

Her expression softened and so did her voice. She reached up to embrace him sweetly.

'Now, you have to go. Before anyone sees you.'

'Why?'

'Because you're not supposed to be here!' She said again.

'But like you said, it's only you and me here.'

'Doctor, no.'

His flirty, coy smile was one that she feared but was excited for at the same time. Oh, he really couldn't be here. She really couldn't be seen kissing him.

But her senses gave in, and as he leaned down to kiss her she didn't pull away. He didn't relent at all, and as much as she was enjoying this moment of pleasure exactly when she needed it, she was also aware of where they were and of her reputation she needed to uphold. Finally having the strength to withdraw, she thought he'd let go of her, but was momentarily compromised when he started to kiss her neck, and it took everything within her to suppress a moan. This couldn't be happening, as much as she wanted it to. They were in the middle of an empty classroom of a whole school and the likelihood of someone bursting in on them was very high. And yet she didn't pull back when his long fingers entwined her waist again and pulled her closer to him. Something about him always enticed and intrigued her, tugging her closer to him like she was under a Sirens' spell. His lips met hers again, and this time all thoughts escaped her. She let herself mercilessly melt into the kiss and tighten her grip round his neck, beginning to play with wisps of his hair. What she loved most about the Doctor was that he was not a kind person. But neither was he a cold person. To others he seemed grumpy and old, uninterested and rude. But he was exactly the opposite with her. Because with her he was joyful, youthful, happy. His features had started to twist up in a smile more often, and not just to her, to others as well. She had begun training him for proper interactions to humans and what he should say in different situations. But there was a side of him, for her eyes only, when his hearts shone through indefinitely and his passion and love became blatant. And others, like today, that side of him was channeling on desire and lust. But still, he was always happy to see her. Leaning down to whisper in her ear, she felt the bulge in his trousers grow more prominent.

'How long do we have?' He whispered, clenching her thighs impatiently in hand. Her mind blank, she gave him the first answer that came to her.

'45 minutes.' She sighed against him, her face nuzzling into his shoulder.

He began to move her out of the classroom, and she obligingly let him guide her. 10 minutes, she promised herself. 10 minutes and she'd have to kick him out.

The Doctor didn't even check if there was someone in the corridor, yet there was no one to catch sight of Miss Oswald being lead to the staff toilets by a strange man.

'Staff?' She whispered incredulously, thinking of the heads of her colleagues that would turn in shock at their sudden rather unexpected entrance.

'No one will be in there. It's the girls toilets that are usually filled up. Teachers never go to the bathroom at school.'

Clara was more than willing to take a bet on it, but as usual, the Doctor was right. Almost throwing her in there and stepping in beside her she observed the toilets to be completely deserted. She turned to him, and his hands pressed down on her shoulders. His lips locked with hers and she didn't protest in the slightest. Despite what was happening, in that moment she didn't care at all as she was wrapped up in his embrace and his sloppy kisses exhilarated her. Pushing her up against the wall with her legs round his waist he kissed her jawline and then the base of her throat, all the while fiddling with the buttons on her blouse that he disposed of unnaturally fast. He moved in closer and she kissed his shoulder, the side of his neck, anywhere she could reach as her fingers took hold of his hair. Time seemed to pass so slow yet so quickly, if that even made sense. Nothing made sense to her right now, only the reality of the Doctor right in front of her was what she needed, what she wanted. Not realising the Doctor had unzipped his trousers and her own skirt, she elicited a moan of surprise as his eager cock slid into her in one swift movement, leaving her breathless. She began to hold on tighter and tug at his hair as he thrusted even faster within her, his groans growing louder and louder. Burying himself deeper yet going just as fast she finally let out his name in a shout, and he released with her and then pulled away, slowly kissing her, tongues battling for dominance. And then the bell. The stupid, unpractical bell. Suddenly realising where she was at that precise time in that particular position she frantically grabbed her skirt and put it on as fast as she could, while telling the Doctor (who was standing there bewilderedly) to get a move on and get dressed. Doing the buttons up hastily on her blouse and making sure the Doctor was also properly dressed she heard the sounds of shoes slapping against the laminate flooring as students and teachers started to make way to their lessons. Creeping up to the door with the Doctor beside her, she told him,

'I'm going to go. Don't go yet, go five minutes after I've left and blend in as best you can until you get to the TARDIS, understand? Don't you dare follow me, Doctor cause I know what you're like,' she added in response to his grin, 'I'll see you later, okay?'

Giving him a quick kiss and leaving him with a smile she managed to sneak out the door and make her way across the corridor without being noticed by anyone who was watching. 'Score one for Oswald!', she thought, as she slipped inside her classroom with the air of being caught in the act of lateness. Walking to her desk with a shakiness she hadn't encountered before, her students were already sat down on their desks, observing her. She quickly ran through the basis of her lesson, and set them on task. Her mind wandered to the Doctor, if he had managed to get out unnoticed okay, the way his whole body pressed into her body when he thrust inside her...

Stop! In front of children! You cannot be thinking that!

Innocently waking up from her dazed state to look around at her students she could see the slight sniggers from boys and the giggling of girls. Trying to ignore the remarks and setting them back on task, she realised as she looked down that the top few buttons of her blouse were still undone, her lipstick was smeared and her hair was a mess. Great. Score again for Oswald.