For the sake of this story, I'm going to say that the Doctor never got married to River. She had feelings for him but he didn't return them or something along those lines.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor Who franchise, as much as I would love to.

The familiar noise of the TARDIS reverberated throughout the surrounding forest, announcing its not-so-subtle presence. It had landed in a small clearing that allowed the rain from above to cascade down onto the blue painted wood once it had finished materializing. Inside, the Doctor waltzed up to the doors and flew them open with an excited grin on his face.

"Here we go! The city of-" He paused, allowing his eyebrows to dip into a frown. "Wait, this isn't what I wanted. What is this? Where are we?" He spun around, the bottom of his coat flaring as he pounced on the controls, attempting to figure out where they had landed.

The cold air wafted into the TARDIS, bringing a smile to Clara's face; she loved the smell of rain. Her excitement bubbled until she could hardly contain her urge to bask in the rejuvenating deluge. She glanced towards the Doctor. "Oi, chin boy, this rain isn't gonna burn me or anything crazy like that, is it?"

"No, no of course not." He answered, only partially paying attention. "Why would you think that? It's just like the rain on Earth; perfectly harmless." He stopped fiddling to look up at her then and noticed that her eyes were fixed on the world outside. "You aren't planning on going out there are you?"

She nodded, giving him a challenging smile. "It looks rather inviting, don't you think?"

He quickly observed what she was wearing, that being a black miniskirt and a white blouse with billowy sleeves. "Absolutely not! You'll catch your death out there, looking like that. You're barely clothed!"

Clara rolled her eyes. "Oh c'mon Doctor, a little rain never hurt anybody." That being said, she darted for the forest, making it outside before the Doctor could stop her. As soon as the rain touched her skin she let out a joyful noise and stuck her arms out, enjoying the sensations the weather was giving her.

The Doctor stopped by the doors and looked out at the thousands of falling droplets in distaste. "Come back inside Clara; we'll go somewhere... better. Somewhere that is not here." He said, attempting to lure her inside in hopes of staying dry. He didn't much like walking around in a wet suit, it was sticky and uncomfortable.

She ignored him, causing him to cross his arms in annoyance. The Doctor watched as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the rain fall in rivulets down her soft skin. Her blouse grew damp from the downpour, and the way it clung to her body made him shiver. She opened her eyes then, and successfully caught his gaze, along with his curiosity. Her brown irises glimmered with mischief and... something else entirely. He was transfixed, her gaze wouldn't let him go. He didn't notice her movement until she was right in front of him, causing him to jump. He smiled awkwardly and held out his hand for her to take.

Clara glimpsed his hand before looking back at him, smirking slightly. She placed her hand in his gently at first, but then caught him by surprise and pulled him out into the rain. The TARDIS closed her doors after that, seemingly on Clara's side for once.

"Clara!" The Doctor protested as she pulled him farther from his blue box.

"Oh, Doctor," She purred. "Have a little fun."

Her statement caused his hearts to accelerate. "I was having fun! Inside the TARDIS where it's nice and dry, thank you." He glared up at the sky as the rainwater began to seep through his coat.

Clara let go of his hand and snaked her arms around his neck instead, tugging him closer.

He gulped. "Clara? What are you doing?"

"Dance with me." Her words came out in a low demand, enchanting him.

"What?"

"Dance with me." She repeated, her eyes never leaving his even as she unhooked her arms from his neck. She slowly slid one of his hands down her waist and positioned it on her hip, the other she held in her own hand. "I know you can." She raised an eyebrow to challenge him.

He hesitated for a moment, but obliged nonetheless. After pulling her even closer, the Doctor tried his hardest not to think about their bodies and how they fit together as they danced. Beads of water flew from her clothes as she spun away from him, his hand still in hers. And then she spun back into his arms, her back pressing firmly against his chest. With his nose so close to the nape of her neck, he caught a whiff of her perfume. It was diluted from the rain, but the scent still sent him into a tizzy. He leaned in and unknowingly grazed his lips against her neck, taking in the smell.

Clara let out a soft moan, barely audible, but loud enough for the Doctor to hear. The sound jolted him back into reality as he abruptly stepped away.

Clara quickly turned around after she could no longer feel his warmth, confusion briefly passing through her expression. As she listened to him stutter an apology, confusion was replaced with determination. She slowly began to saunter towards him.

The Doctor internally berated himself for losing control in such a way, and with each step Clara took forward, he took one backward. His plan was working well until his back connected with something hard, a tree. His breath hitched when she stopped less than a foot away from him; he couldn't stop himself from peering down at her cherry blossom colored lips.

Upon noticed where his line of sight was directed, she smiled and lay her hands on his chest. "What's on your mind, clever boy?"

"I-I... I'm curious." He was curious to see if this Clara kissed the same way as the one in Victorian London. The other Clara's kiss managed to make him blush, and he didn't want to admit how much he thought about her after that.

"About?" She leaned in closer, leaving mere centimeters between their lips.

The Doctor opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out, giving Clara the perfect opportunity. She gripped his coat lapels and before he could protest, she crashed her lips against his. His arms flailed as her fingers found their way into his hair, giving it a tug here and there. The Doctor's hearts raced as his body battled his sense of logic. He was afraid to be this intimate with a human as they didn't live nearly as long as Time Lords, but he wanted her, oh he wanted her. His thoughts were interrupted when Clara slid her tongue against his lips. Rassilon! This kiss was already so much better than the last one he shared with the other Clara. He couldn't resist her any longer, nor did he want to. He let loose a low growl as he finally put his hands on her, tugging her hips closer to his, eliciting a gasp from her.

Clara fidgeted with his bow tie until she was able to yank it off, and for once, the Doctor didn't mind. She continued her work by shoving off his violet jacket and making quick work of the buttons on his vest. The Doctor switched their positions so that Clara's back was now pushed up against the tree. She whispered his name and dug her nails into his back as he left trails of kisses along her jawline and down to her collarbone. After a moment she was able to successfully remove his vest and undo the first few buttons on his shirt, but he caused her to pause by lifting her blouse over her head and discarding it.

She ran her hands down the Doctor's bare chest after she had given up and ripped apart the rest of the button closures on his shirt. He lifted one of her legs and she curled it around his waist, his lips seeking hers yet again. She moaned when she felt him through the fabric of his pants; she wanted him.

Against her better judgement, her body shivered from both the cold and her arousal. The Doctor felt this and picked her up while she wrapped both of her legs around his waist for support. He murmured in her ear, "Will you come back into the TARDIS with me now?"

She smirked. "Gladly."

(A/N) Let me know what you guys think! For now, this is just a one-shot, but I might make this into a series of one-shots, if new scenarios grace my mind.