The night Before
Very few stories that start with handcuffs have a happy ending. This is one of them.
The doors of the TARDIS swung open as the Doctor and Clara strolled in, arm in arm.
"I had a wonderful time tonight." said Clara, resting her head against the Timelord's shoulder.
"I'm very glad, nothings better than a good concert." He replied, enjoying having her close to him.
"Next time, you are not allowed to dance. At all. You looked like a drunk giraffe." she said playfully.
"My dancing is the best I'll have you know." he said jokingly. He threw himself into one of the many sofas in the living room, around the corner from the Console room. Clara lay beside his sprawled body and cuddled up to him, kissing his cheek and resting her head on her chest. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. They lay like that for what seemed like hours until Clara looked up at him and asked him
"Do you want to have a bit of fun babe?" Looking into her eyes he couldn't say no to her.
A grin spread across her face as she rolled on-top of The Doctor straddling him. She leant down and passionately kissed her very happy Timelord. She interlocked her fingers around his and pinned them above his head. She could feel him smiling as she did it. Her hand moved down his arms and ran her fingers through his hair. He tried to slide his hands up her thighs and squeeze her ass until he realised he couldn't move his arms. Breaking away from the kiss, he asked, unable to keep the look of surprise and arousal off his face;
"Have you handcuffed me?"