Skin, Fragile Human Skin

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,122

Summary: When Clara is scouted for a chance to model, the Doctor encourages her to do it. But will his support go for any and all circumstances, or will he get flustered and walk away?

Notes: Haha this is a dumb idea I came up with while shopping for underwear. No jokes here. Anyways, Enjoy the stupidity of it!

Clara looked happy stepping into the TARDIS on that particular day. Not that she didn't always look happy, but today she looked even more excited than usual. Of course, the Doctor being the Doctor, he had to ask her about it.

"Something weird happened to me at the mall today." She said frowning.

"What?"

"Well, I was shopping, and this woman started talking to me, told me I'm apparently the perfect look for her new line. She wants me to model some stuff for her in a photoshoot."

The Doctor clapped his hands together and pulled her into a hug. "That's wonderful! When is it?"

"I haven't said yes."

"Well why not! Clara you could definitely be a model." He told her, stroking the soft skin of her cheek with the back of his hand.

"You really think so? I'm a teacher." She said.

"So? Teachers can be models too, and models can be teachers! I travelled with a model once, the lovely Amelia Pond. She was also a writer, and a… kissogram. But that's besides the point. You can be a lot of things Clara Oswald. A teacher and a model, and you'll be brilliant at both."

"Thank you Doctor!" She said excitedly. "But, I've never modeled in… anything. I don't even like taking pictures of myself. Will you come to the photoshoot?"

"Of course I will. Moral support!" He said smiling at her.

Clara pulled him into another hug before running off. "I've got to go call her and tell her I'll do it!"

It had been a few weeks since Clara was first introduced to the idea of modeling. She had called the woman from the shop and agreed to do it, and of course she had gone out to celebrate with the Doctor.

After the Doctor talked her into actually doing it, she grew to be excited about it. It was something she'd never done, but something she'd love to do, so why not!

Clara knew that today was the day some samples would come in the mail for her to try on. She was a little nervous to see what they'd put her in, but eager nonetheless. From the description of the line that Clara had gotten the day she was approached, it was sure to be some really cute pieces.

Finally the waiting was over. The deliveryman had come by Clara's apartment that morning. She signed for the large package and marched straight to the TARDIS.

"If you need me I'll be in my room trying these on!" Clara yelled to the Doctor as she walked through the console room. He nodded before realizing what day it was.

The Doctor ran to her room, but the door was shut. She must have already been changing into something. "Clara I want to see!" He said, grinning excitedly. The Doctor was the one to talk her into doing this whole modeling thing, so he wanted to be there for her, every step of the way.

The Doctor knocked impatiently on her door. He heard her groan from the other side. "Just hold on a moment, I'm not quite decent yet!" He waited another minute or so before he heard her begin to yell "Okay!" but the sound of the door cut her off. He swung the door open with a smile, and immediately covered his eyes.

"Clara! I thought you said you were decent!" The Doctor had walked in on Clara wearing a black and white polkadot corset and matching underwear. Around her legs were red thigh high stockings.

She giggled as she clipped the stockings to the corset. "Silly Doctor, I am decent! It's for the photoshoot!"

"Wh-what?" He said, astonished.

"Yeah, I was approached while shopping for underwear. It's for a new line of intimates! What do you think?"

A million different thoughts were running through the Doctor's mind. He had never seen Clara in such little clothing, and even though she was fairly covered up with the corset, it still accentuated her supple curves and ample breasts. The Doctor attempted to not look past her waist. He knew that the tight underwear and thigh highs left very little to the imagination.

He wasn't sure if he should tell her what he actually thought though. The amount of skin she bore wasn't exactly a bad thing, in fact it was a very, very good thing. There was anything but clean thoughts running through his mind, and at that moment, all he wanted to do was run and spend a little bit of time in a cold shower.

But Clara looked at him expectantly. His eyes were wide, and he wasn't quite sure what the rest of his body was doing, but he found the right muscles to move his mouth. "You… you look beautiful." He told her truthfully. It wasn't the whole truth, but it was the truth nonetheless.

Clara smiled at him and ran towards her Doctor. She squeaked as she threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug. "Oh, thank you Doctor!" He hugged her back and reveled at the feeling of the silky structured material under his fingers. His eyes went impossibly wide as he felt his lower half stir. The Doctor moved his lower half away from Clara's so she wouldn't feel him harden against her.

The Doctor's cheeks were red with embarrassment when Clara pulled away from him. "Doctor, your cheeks are as red as my stockings!" She joked.

Impulsively, he looked down for the first time. "Oh look at that, they are." He said with a shaky voice as his eyebrows rose into his hairline.

"Shall I show you the next outfit?" She asked him.

"There's more?"

"Well of course, it's a full day shoot. So would you like to? Or do you want to keep it a surprise for the day of?"

Shit. The Doctor thought. He forgot that he'd be in the same predicament in only a few short days. He promised that he'd be there to support her, and he wasn't going to go back on his word. "Um, surprise me!

"Okay!" Clara said with a wide smile. "Oh, I'm just so excited! Thank you Doctor, you're the best." He nodded awkwardly at her. "Now shoo! I have a lot more to try on."

She pushed him out of her bedroom and waved her fingers at him before shutting the door on his face.

"Oh boy." He whispered to himself as he walked through the TARDIS towards his bathroom. "1200 years of time and space, and this will be the thing that finally kills me."

The Doctor's ice cold shower definitely helped his "predicament", but she appeared in his dreams later on that night.

Part 2 coming to your screens soon!