Title: The New Addiction
Pairings: Clara and 12th Doctor
Rating: Mature
Author: Flydye8
Summary: After an argument with Danny, Clara tries to decide if she should embrace another addiction, one that involves The Doctor and her fantasies of him.
Clara walked down the darken street to her flat, clutching a non-descript bag in her right hand, as she replayed the argument between herself and Danny.
"Clara, why did you lie to me?" Danny asked venomously, dodging the small hands trying to take hold of his arms.
Bringing her hands to her side she responded sheepishly, "I don't know, I thought that I could keep you from worrying about me.
Shaking his head in disbelief he countered, "No Clara that is not the reason!"
"Yes it is Danny!"
"Come on Clara, when are you going to stop lying to me and yourself!" he yelled causing Clara to back away surprised, which quickly turned into anger.
Marching up to the former soldier and poking him in the chest, her voice raising an octave because of her anger, "Okay, Danny, tell me what is the reason!"
"Admit it; you fancy the Doctor and you want to share his bed!"
Eyes blazing, Clara retorted, "The Doctor and I don't have that kind of relationship!"
"Well, you could have fooled me; the sexual tension between the two of you can be felt by anyone standing close by!"
In a quiet voice with tears glistening in her eyes she simple stated, "He is not my boyfriend." The pain in her voice mimicked the pain in her chest, as she recalled the time the Doctor said those very words to her.
"And neither am I, Clara! I told you that if you lied to me we were done!" Angrily he walked to the door, forcefully pulling it open, "It is time for you to leave!"
Clara quickly left the flat, and as she continued down the hall as she heard Danny call out heatedly, "Go and fuck, The Doctor, Clara, then maybe you can move on!"
The sound of the door slamming echoed in the hall causing Clara to run out of the building and into the night air.
Wiping the tears from her cheek, with her free hand, she allowed the cool night air to cleanse the pain engulfing her heart.
Little did he know, he was correct when he said she fancied The Doctor. The last aspect of him was sweet, caring and always touching her or kissing her forehead. She enjoyed the attention he bestowed upon her; however she never felt passion for him. When he changed and looked at her for the first time, she felt the embers of passion for the new version of him almost immediately, even in the chaotic situation they were in.
In Victorian London, after she entered the newly revamped TARDIS, she felt her passion turn into a raging inferno as she watched him descended the stairs, dressed elegantly in his red lined coat, dark trousers and crisp white shirt.
At that moment, she knew that she was extremely attracted to this new version, of the Doctor; she had been traveling with for over year. His silver hair and blue eyes caused her body to react in a very stimulating fashion, causing thoughts to emerge in her mind, which would make anyone blush.
As he spoke the words "I am not your boyfriend" it felt as if a bucket of ice water was dumped on her aroused body.
Since that day, Clara pushed her passionate thoughts, for the Doctor, deep into the darkest recesses of her heart. But as time has progressed it has become more and more difficult to push down her urges and hide them.
Those hidden desires caused her feet to move more quickly down the pavement, reaching her flat much faster than normal. Grasping her bag more tightly, as she opened her door and entered in, after locking the door, she moved toward her bedroom. Once in there she deposited the bag on the bed and started to pace back and forth in the small room. She paused her pacing and contemplated the purchase on her bed.
It is not that she hasn't done it before or isn't experienced in the pleasures of the flesh, but this time she was going to use the item, while giving into her deepest fantasies of a man, that has haunted her dreams, since his regeneration.
Opening the bag she pulled out the toy, she was about to use to finally relieve some of the sexual tension she was feeling. Slowly, she reached for the narrow device, and then she hesitated, if she opened the package and gave into her urges, she wondered if it would be enough. Would the device and her imagination be enough of a substitute for the man she desired?
She was already addicted to the adventures they shared, could she afford to become addicted to her imagination and the device that would allow her to be semi-satisfied. She knew that she would not ever be completely satisfied, the only person that could do that, doesn't see her as a sexual women. The statement again crossing in her memory; "I am not your boyfriend."
Looking at the device she knew that if she gave in to her impulses she would have to use it often as she continued to travel with the Doctor. Turning away from it she stared at herself in the mirrors of her vanity. Seeing the fear in her eyes, she cursed the universe for giving her these passionate feelings and she cursed the man that caused them to emerge within her. Why couldn't life be more kind to her?
Sighing, she acknowledged that she really wouldn't want it any other way. With a sense of resolve and acceptance she opened the package and pulled out the silicone vibrator. Reverently, she carried it to the loo and washed it gently, drying it completely she returned to her room. Reaching into one of her drawers she pulled out some batteries and settled them in their rightful place within the device. Placing it on her bed, she quickly stripped out of her clothes. Climbing under the covers she fingered the on switch, moving it along her body as she closed her eyes, finally giving in to her lustful urges for the Doctor. Her body finally submitted to her mind allowing it to bring her obsession to the surface.
The Doctor moved slowly down the stairs of his TARDIS, stopping in front of her. However, this time his words were much different. The words that she longed to hear emerged from her imaginary Doctor's lips.
"My Clara, I want you, I need to be close to you, feel you around me!" His eyes darkening with lust he continued, "Will you have me?"
Moving closer to him she reached for his head, bringing his lips to hers giving him his answer, as she kissed him passionately. She felt him reach around her, embracing her torso within his strong arms, as the kiss deepened he grab her shirt bunching up the delicate fabric in his large hands.
Pulling her closer, she felt his arousal through the pants he wore and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Their tongues explored the others, in a slow sensual kiss, reaching up she pulled at his short gray hair eliciting a moan from her Doctor. All too soon, he broke off the kiss and started to nibble the length of her neck.
Inside the confines of her room, Clara opened her eyes she pressed the high button on her vibrator causing it to pulsate faster, placing it against her pleasure nub of her sex, she relished the sensations it was causing within her heated core. Closing her eyes, she succumbed to her fantasy once again.
The Doctor pulled her shirt up and over her head, throwing it someplace within the main room of the TARDIS, her bra soon followed the path of her shirt. Immediately he engulfed her left breast within his mouth as he sucked tenderly at the nipple, she arched her body toward him in encouragement. Smiling he moved to the right breast and lapped it as he continued to knead the first.
When she felt she could not take any more of his attentions on her breasts, she pulled him up to her mouth for another passionate filled kiss; reaching for the buttons of his shirt she made short work of them removing the offensive item and his coat at the same time.
Her hands caressed the Doctor's muscular chest, while she placed kisses on his shoulder and neck. With one strong embrace by the Doctor, their chests connected causing them both to gasp with the erotic electricity coursing through their bodies.
Reaching down to relieve the Doctor of his trousers, she was startled when he stopped her grabbing her hand he shook his head, "No not yet I need to feel more of you!" his accent becoming more pronounced with his passion for her.
Leading her to his leather chair, on the upper level of the console room, she shivered with anticipation. Once there, he guided her to sit, starting at her exposed chest he traces intricate patterns on her skin, exploring every aspect of her body.
Squirming on her bed, holding the vibrating portion of her dildo to her nub a bit harder, she mimicked the intricate design the Doctor's hands created in her imagination. The combination of the vibrations and her fingers caused her to move more rapidly under the covers causing the duvet to fall to the ground, exposing her heated flesh to the cool air. The contrast of cold and hot increased her desire tenfold. In her minds eyes she continued the fantasy.
Moving slowly down her body he reached the waistband of her skirt. Tracing the skin beneath the elastic, her skin erupted with goose bumps as a moan fell from her lips. Slowly, he pulled her skirt and her knickers off at the same time, once again throwing them somewhere over his shoulder.
Using his tongue and lips, he moved slowly back up her legs kissing and nibbling until he reached the sexual center of her body. Glancing up at her he smiled seductively before enclosing his mouth on the apex of her erogenous zone. Her juices coated his tongue as he lapped her sex, lifting her hips from the chair he pulled her closer to his mouth. Without hesitation, he penetrated her with two of his long fingers, eliciting another moan from her lips.
Thrusting her hips off her bed, she penetrated herself with the silicone vibrator, placing the vibrating appendage to her clit, her body jerked with the combined sensations. Moaning loudly she began to move the vibrator in and out slowly, bringing her body closer to the release she craved.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind she registered the sound of the door, to her flat opening, but the pleasure she was creating within her body caused the sound to fade, with the rush of endorphins coursing through her. As she moved closer to the edge of completion an even louder moan echoed in the small room.
The Doctor approached Clara's door apprehensively, once again he was there to explain, to his companion, his callous comments after they fought off the "Boneless". She did brilliantly, of course, but instead of giving her the compliment she wanted he told her that goodness had nothing to do with her actions.
If he was completely honest with himself he was simply afraid of Clara. He knew that there was a connection between them, feelings of passion and love had been added to the mixture of emotions already present before his regeneration. He felt them as soon as he looked into her eyes on fateful day.
His coldness and callousness was the only way he could defend himself from the inevitable heartbreak he would feel if she didn't return his affections. In essence he was a coward, though he knew if Clara could hear his thoughts she would say that he was wrong. Smiling at that thought, he raised his hand to knock on the door, when he heard a loud moan from inside the flat. Without hesitation, fearing that Clara may be hurt, he soniced the door open and entered inside.
Clara continued to let her imagination soar, pretending that it was the Doctor penetrating her and not her silicone toy. She was about to let her body orgasm when she stopped, not wanting her body to become willingly addicted to the fantasy she created in her mind. At that moment she knew that it would never be enough. Her body screamed, her arms and fingers tingling needing, craving, wanting her release. The sensations within her body were almost too painful to bear.
Determined to get her body in check, she opened her eyes to reestablish her control. Immediately her eyes locked onto the eyes of the Doctor standing before her. The silence of the room was only broken, by the only sound of her labored breathing and the buzzing of the vibrator still engulfed within her heated body.
"Why did you stop?" He asked his Scottish accent becoming thicker as his eyes became as blue as polar ice.
Her body started to tremble demanding that she complete what she started trying, unsuccessfully, to ignore her body she responded, "Because I don't want to become more addicted to you." Breathlessly she continued, "I will want more."
Walking closer he sat on her bed, before he continued to question, "How will your release cause you to be addicted to me."
Looking at him she allowed her passion to show through her eyes. "Because, my Doctor, my fantasies will not be enough."
Reaching out he removed her hands from the vibrator, she closed her eyes and lifted her body off the bed as the Doctor took over penetrating her. Her body rejoiced as the sensations of her orgasm emerged ready to explode, yet she still held back her release, fearful of what might happen if she let go of her control.
Leaning down the Doctor commanded in her ear, "Open your eyes!" Her brown eyes meeting his blue ones as he continued his voice laced with passion "Let go my Clara, and become addicted to me!"
With those words she released her control and screamed the Doctor's name as she embraced her new addiction.