Notes

This is not supposed to be a guideline on how to have your first time.

Actually I really can't recommend to take away any life lessons from the main character of this story.

If you're looking for advice (which you really, really shouldn't on this page) - Do what feels right. Don't let anyone talk you into anything you don't want. Stay safe in every way - and don't take any advice from online creeps like me. (Except the ones above. They are not all that bad I think.)

Almost Sentimental

"There is something I haven't told you."

It was distracting, his weight on top of her and his teeth just grazing that sensitive skin above her jugular, his warm breath dancing across her skin.

But it was important that he knew.

"And what is that?"

It wasn't difficult to say it. It shouldn't be. "I waited for you."

He pushed himself up on his hands and furrowed his brow - more than usual. A shame. She thought she might be able to smooth it a tiny bit tonight.

"You waited with what?"

"Well…with this." She hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, feeling the length of his cock pressing against her entrance. She hadn't expected this new regeneration of his to be so…responsive. He'd seemed so stubborn at first. "I wanted my first time in this body to be with you. It's something utterly new, after all. This body…it's never been touched. Never had sex before. Never came before. Should be interesting."

It wasn't the first time she had saved the First Time for him. But with this new body - it would be a different experience for both of them. A different experience of each other.

She could see him try to hide the arousal that flickered across his face.

"You didn't even-"

"No. Never even did it myself. And you can't imagine how curious I am…." She brought up her hands between them, in an attempt to show how clean they were metaphorically.

(Except of course from the blood of millions of innocents, but she knew better than to bring that up at the moment. It didn't matter how much the thought of murder excited her, it was a mood killer for the Doctor. Always had been. He could be such a prude.)

"And how did you know that this…was going to happen? That we would- … you know…"

"That you'd fuck me? Really, Theta." She dragged his childhood nickname out. "It always ends like this. Every time."

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at this thought and she wondered what he was thinking of. Their timid fumbling back in the days at the academy? One of the many hurried nights on the floor of his laboratory at UNIT?She knew she had been his first time about as often as he had been hers.

He kissed her.

Deep and tender and so loving that she couldn't suppress a small whimper when their lips parted.

"That's almost…sentimental of you. Almost human."

She scoffed at that.

"You won't get into my pants by insulting me, love."

"I already am in your pants. Actually, I'm more than in your pants. I think your pants are somewhere across the room." His lips wandered to her ear and she felt herself melting at his soft growl. "Don't worry. I will be soft on my blushing virgin."

Oh, the cheek that man had.

Before the Doctor could utter another word she had rolled him over onto his back with her legs still around his waist. She was straddling him and had his hands pinned down next to his head.

She was in charge.

"Tell me then – oh great Casanova – how many maidenhoods could this body of yours claim so far?" She asked in a dramatic falsetto. She could feel him struggling against her hands around his wrists, but not strong enough to free himself.

"Well…am…I am…errm…there is…"

"Yes?"

"I…"

"Well?"

"There…"

"Tell me!"

"Clara!"

"What?"

"Clara!"

"So you do have sex with your companions? Inviting them into your magic box and-"

"What? No! No! Clara is standing – right behind you!"

She whipped her head around. And indeed the Earthgirl stood behind her in the open door, her round eyes wide with shock and her mouth standing agape.

"Yes. It's me. Hello. I hope I interrupted something. This something at least. I hope I interrupted it forever."

"Did you come to join us?" She asked. "Because apparently the Doctor wouldn't mind."

"Oh, he would." The Doctor added, trying to sit up. Since today wouldn't be the day she lost her regained virginity, she loosened the grip around his wrists and released him. "He really, really would mind."

"Not to mention that I'm not…in any way remotely interested. In fact I don't think I've ever been less interested in anything in my entire life."

"Then what do you want here?" The Doctor asked, wrapping on arm around Missy's waist. She wondered whether he was being possessive at the moment. She hoped he was. She happily returned the favour with a hard kiss just beneath his jaw that was sure leave a mark. Clara refused to react.

"I'm here to tell you that there are currently a few thousand Sontaran soldiers surrounding the Tardis while you are doing…the do. And right now I think I want to return to them – because this here is way scarier than a few angry potatoes."

"Sontaran soldiers?" The Doctor repeated. The Mistress rolled her eyes at the terror in his voice.

There went the last chance of a good fuck. "How could they find us?"

"They said someone gave them these coordinates. A Gallifreyan Someone. Who looks a lot like the flying nanny with the flower-hat and the umbrella they discovered on stolen Earth footage, according to them."

"Well, that could be anyone." The Mistress mused. "You know how Sontarans are with descriptions."

"Missy." The Doctor's tone was firm – if only she didn't like that growl in his voice so much. It was her kryptonite. "Why is there a Sontaran army in front of my Tardis?"

She held his stare as long as she could, but he wouldn't give in. She started stroking his cheek with her thumb and pressed a tiny peck on his lips for good measure.

"Merry Christmas?" She flashed a winning smile.

"What?"

"It was a mistake of course, I had them scheduled for tomorrow morning. I will have a stern word with General Kul about this whole mess."

"So you wanted to give me Sontaran soldiers for Christmas?"

"Well, you didn't like the Cybermen. And I thought if I gave you something that…doesn't harvest any dead bodies…I thought you'd be happy."

"Why do you keep giving me armies?"

"Well, an ugly jumper and anger management classes weren't the greatest birthday gifts I ever received either, but do you see me complaining?"

"I made that jumper myself."

"I could tell. Looked just like that old scarf of yours."

Clara cleared her throat.

"Don't you two think you're getting a little off topic."

"Right!" The Doctor pushed her off of him – rude! – and started fishing for his clothes on the ground. When he noticed she wasn't moving he turned around.

"You too."

"Do I have to put on clothes for this?"

"Yes, please!" Clara insisted.

The Mistress exchanged a pointed glare with the Doctor. Control-freak. Didn't she tell him?

When both pairs of eyes kept resting on her she knew she didn't have a choice.

No rough sex tonight.

Potato army it was.

End Notes

Btw: I'm not a native speaker... also I've never written smut beore. So I'm sorry for everything that sounds a bit weird.