Just when I think I've run out of ideas, a line comes to mind that I absolutely must use. The hard part is to put together a sequence of events that will lead up to that line being said. After an evening of brainstorming, I came up with a rough concept. This takes place in the same universe as the Twelve vs Parrot stories. I considered asking my mother for help with writing this since I didn't know if I could pull it off, but I decided to give it a shot on my own. I'll let you, my dear readers, decide whether I pulled it off or not.
It wasn't particularly out of the ordinary that day, or at least it hadn't started out as being out of the ordinary. It wasn't what one would call a wonderful day, though. There had been a miscommunication between Clara and the Doctor, which had led to an argument. Clara was growing more angry by the second before she snapped, "You are so... Doctor! Ugh!"
The human female threw her arms into the air before storming out of the TARDIS. Once Clara was back in her home, the TARDIS began to dematerialize. That just left Clara alone to deal with her anger. Maybe in time she would calm down, but it could take a few days. She expected an apology when the Doctor got back. Maybe Clara would forgive him once she calmed down.
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The Doctor had relocated to another location. Oddly enough, he was in a pub. Well, odd to some people. He had been here before, when he needed to think about things. It was his thinking pub. He had ordered a drink, but he hadn't touched it the entire time he was there. The first time he had come here, any dissidents were deterred by the angry furrowing of his thick, aggressive eyebrows. So no one bothered him. He just sat there, in his thinking pub, thinking. Fights between himself and Clara were nothing new, but she was really angry this time. It had been quite some time since he had seen her this angry at him. In fact, he wasn't sure that he had seen her this angry at him before. He supposed that she would calm down, given time, but he didn't know if she'd forgive him and continue going on adventures with him. When a rodent-like alien sat down next to him, the Doctor glared. The rodent-man either didn't notice or didn't care. "Couldn't help but notice that you were sitting there, looking like you were thinking hard." the rodent-man commented.
"I was thinking hard." the gruff Doctor grumbled.
"Let me guess." the rodent-man said. "Woman troubles?"
"Of a sort." the Doctor replied.
"You sitting there so long without a drink," the rodent-man speculated, "it looks like you're trying to avoid going home to the missus. She must be really mad at you, huh?"
"She's not my wife." the Doctor said, still scowling.
"She's still mad at you, though, isn't she?" the rodent-man asked. "What did you do, if you don't mind my asking?"
The Doctor glared at nothing in particular. After a short silence, he said, "I said something stupid."
"She can't stay mad at you just for saying something stupid." the rodent-man said with a smile.
"I said something really stupid." the Doctor elaborated.
"Ah." the rodent-man said. "Well, if it was really, really stupid, then you should probably do what, to a proud-looking man such as yourself, is the unthinkable."
The Doctor raised a brow. "The unthinkable?" he questioned
"Yup." the rodent-man replied. "The unthinkable."
The Doctor knew what the rodent-man was saying. The Doctor knew what he would have to do. He would have to apologize to Clara. It wouldn't be easy, but it had to be done. His mind made up, the Doctor stood up. His expression was set and determined. He reached down and took the shot glass that was sitting in front of the rodent-man and carried it out of the pub with him. The TARDIS was parked right outside. When he was at the TARDIS' doors, the Doctor tossed the glass' contents down his throat before tossing the glass over his shoulder. By the time the taste was on his tongue, it was too late. He had already swallowed it. It was fast-acting, and the Doctor started pant. He suddenly felt hot, his head heavy. He had been drugged. Flinging the doors open, the Doctor quickly entered his timeship. He slammed the doors shut behind him. Once he was in the right area, he did a scan on himself. He took notice of the sections of his brain firing up and the areas of his body that were becoming more active. The drug contained a potent aphrodesiac. Because of the nature of the drug, his inhibitions would probably start lowering soon. They were already beginning to lower. He had to get a message out before it was too late. He dragged himself over to the phone and called a now-familiar number.
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Clara sat on her bed, clad in her bedclothes and reading a book. When her phone started ringing a few hours after she had returned home, she quickly answered it. A familiar voice emerged from the device. "Clara." the Doctor called her name through the phone.
"If you're about to apologize, you'd better do it in person." Clara snapped.
"Damn it, Clara! That's what I was going to do! I'll probably still do it." The Doctor said, but then he paused and let out a strained grunt.
That got Clara's attention. "Doctor, are you okay?" the brunette asked.
"Clara, if I come to your home, whatever I do when I'm there..." the Doctor said, his voice a bit rougher than what would be considered normal. "Just... don't take it personally."
With that said, the Time Lord hung up, leaving Clara confused and concerned. She sat there, quietly, for a good twenty minutes before she heard the familiar sound of the TARDIS materializing in her living room. Still concerned, Clara left her bedroom. As she entered the living room, Clara saw the TARDIS' doors open and the Doctor stepped out. He looked a bit more disheveled than usual. Clara hurried up to him and asked, "Doctor, are you alright?"
The Doctor leaned against the TARDIS' doorframe and said, "Fine. I'm fine. It's not so bad. I must be metabolizing it quickly."
"Good." Clara sighed. "I was worried about you."
Clara paused before asking, "Wait, metabolizing what?"
"I went to a pub." the Doctor said. "It was my thinking pub."
The Time Lord let out a strained grunt and hunched forward. Clara rushed over and put a hand on his shoulder. When the Doctor straightened up a bit, his eyes met Clara's. The Time Lord's pupils were huge. "You were drugged." Clara whispered.
The Doctor said nothing. Instead, he brought a hand to Clara's face and stroked her cheek. The human's eyes widened. The Time Lord's gaze had taken on a smoldering quality. "Clara." the Doctor said, his voice thick and husky.
Clara's eyes widened further. She recognized that sort of tone in a man. She knew what it meant. She immediately came to the conclusion that it was one of those kinds of drugs. Clara flinched away from the Doctor's touch. Clara looked back at the Time Lord. His expression actually seemed kind of hurt. "Doctor," Clara asked, managing to keep her tone from wavering, "what are you doing?"
The Doctor reached out to her and cupped Clara's face once more. He gently ran his thumb across her cheek. Clara was barely able to suppress a pleased shudder. Where had that come from? The Time Lord leaned in until he and the human's noses were mere centimeters apart. "I'm touching you." the Doctor said matter-of-factly, though his voice was still low and husky.
Clara swallowed and asked, "Why are you touching me?"
"You're so soft." the Doctor murmured, caressing Clara's cheek once more.
Clara was unable to move. She couldn't make herself move. She was frozen. It was only when the Doctor once more spoke that Clara was able to make herself move. "Clara, touch me." the Doctor said lowly.
Clara immediately took a step back. "Doctor, think about what you're doing." the human said quickly.
"I am thinking about what I'm doing." the Doctor replied. "I want to touch you."
"You've been drugged." Clara said, trying to keep her voice calm. "You don't really want to touch me."
When Clara took another step backwards, the Doctor took two steps in her direction. "Yes, I do." the Doctor replied.
"You're not yourself!" Clara insisted. "You're under the influence of some drug."
"And you're attractive." the Doctor retorted.
Clara froze. The Doctor took the opportunity to take her by the waist and pull her flush against him. The Doctor was breathing loudly. If Clara was able to move before, she wasn't now. She could feel him, she could feel it, hard against her belly. Blood rushed to Clara's face, and to other places. This time, she couldn't fight a pleased shudder. Her eyes flew wide open. She had to do something. Maybe there was some sort of cure onboard the TARDIS. "Doctor, you have to get back on the TARDIS." Clara said insistantly.
"The TARDIS is all the way on the other side of the room." the Doctor replied, "Can't we just do it here?"
Clara felt another wave of heat rush through her body. Her friend's libido was out of control. He wanted to have his wicked way with her. The scary part was, for the briefest of seconds, Clara considered letting him do it. While Clara was convincing herself that she did not, in fact, want to do this, the Doctor had started to grind himself against her. Clara had to bite her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. The Doctor leaned down and pressed his forehead to Clara's. "Clara, please." the Doctor begged.
"TARDIS." Clara said hoarsely. "Now."
"No." the Doctor said. "Here."
There was clearly only one thing on the Doctor's mind. On the bright side, even in this drugged state, he probably wouldn't force her. On the not-so-bright side, Clara was having trouble saying no. Since she hadn't said no, the Doctor wouldn't leave her alone. He would probably hound her until she said yes. Clara had to get the Doctor back onto the TARDIS. He wouldn't listen to reason, though. He was only thinking with one head, and that was the one between his legs. Speaking of between the legs, the Doctor's hips undulating against Clara's was making it increasingly difficult for her to think. Through the heated haze, an idea entered Clara's mind. If she couldn't get the Doctor onto the TARDIS with reason, she would have to use his state against him. Clara leaned away from the Doctor and smiled coyly. She pressed a finger to his lips and said, "If you go back onto the TARDIS, I'll be right with you. First, I'll have to put something a bit more... comfortable on."
The Doctor's breath hitched. Clara had a feeling that he knew what she was referring to. "Go." Clara said.
When the Doctor turned to leave, Clara rushed into her bedroom and quickly closed the door behind her. "Clara?" the Doctor questioned through the door.
"I'll be right with you!" Clara said, making her voice sound entheusiastic rather than nervous.
"I'll be waiting." the Doctor said seductively before leaving.
Another shiver ran through Clara's body as a rush of heat darted to the junction between her legs. Damn it. She shouldn't be enjoying this. Quickly, Clara began to disrobe. Fully nude, she searched through her dresser until she found where she had hidden it. When she found it, she slipped it on: a sheer red babydoll top with padded cups and a matching red G-string. The thought of the Doctor seeing her wearing it gave her a strange thrill. This should not be happening. The sooner she got this over with, the better.
When Clara entered the TARDIS, she hid her nervousness and began walking towards the Doctor. Clara moved her hips seductively as she walked. Once she was in front of the waiting Time Lord, the human female caressed his chin and said, "If you're drugged, do you have a cure?"
"No." the Doctor said hoarsely. "Let's not talk about that."
Clara's stomach plummetted. What do you do when faced with arousal that won't go down? Another idea entered Clara's mind. Maybe if she got him into a cold shower- a very cold shower- he would calm down a bit. Clara brought her hands up and pressed them against the Doctor's chest. "Where's your bedroom?" she asked.
This time, the Doctor shuddered. His voice thick and husky, he said, "Follow me."
The Time Lord took the human's hand and led her away from the console room and to his bedroom. Immediately upon entering, he closed the door behind him and removed his coat. He threw it onto the floor and advanced on Clara. She backed away from him until she could feel the backs of her legs touching his bed. He had her right where he wanted her. The Doctor pushed Clara backwards onto the bed, pinning her with his body and pressing his lips to hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth, exploring it with passionate strokes. It was all an act, Clara told herself, it was all an act when she eagerly returned the kiss, stroking his tongue with hers. When Clara pulled back, she looked at the Doctor's face. He had such a heated expression on his face. Once again, for the briefest moment, Clara considered letting him have his way with her. But no, it was wrong. It was wrong to do this to the Doctor in this state. He would never forgive her if he remembered this afterwards. Even if he did forgive her, she didn't know if she could live with the guilt. "Wait." Clara said suddenly.
The Doctor paused for a moment before pressing his hardness against Clara with a moan. Again, Clara had to hold back a moan of her own. God, he felt good! The human swallowed and asked, "Wouldn't it be more fun to do it in the shower?"
The Doctor did not hesitate. Immediately, he helped Clara to her feet. As the two made their way to the Doctor's bathroom, they were both in a hurry. Off came the Doctor's shirt. As Clara turned the water on, trying to get it as cold as it would go, the Doctor was removing his trousers. Now clad in just his underpants, the Doctor pulled Clara to him, palming one of her breasts and trailing his lips down her neck. Clara let out an aroused whimper. She couldn't take this any longer. Oh, it was so tempting. He felt so good. He felt so good. He felt- Clara grabbed the Doctor by his arms, spun around, and shoved him under the cold water. The Doctor struggled, so Clara had to step under the streaming water and wrap her arms around him to hold him still. Slowly, his struggles began to subside. By the time the Doctor was still, Clara was shivering violently from the cold. She hoped that her plan had worked.
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Slowly, the Doctor's rationality blew through the haze. He suddenly became aware of a shaking body against his. They were only separated by a thin, soaked layer. He blinked slowly before looking down. He saw Clara holding him tightly. She was shaking violently and felt colder than she should be. She was wearing that tempting red negligee that the parrot had accidentally bought her some months before. It took a few seconds for the Doctor to stop staring at her long enough to realize that he was half-naked. He tried to remember what had happened, but he couldn't recall anything. The last thing he remembered was warning her. Then, everything was a blur. When Clara looked up at his face, her expression was one of relief. "You're b-back." she whispered, teeth chattering.
The Doctor pulled away, though he did take Clara with him. The shower turned off once they were out from under it. The two walked into the Doctor's bedroom. The Time Lord looked down at his clothes on the floor." What happened?" the Doctor asked,
"You were drugged." Clara replied, still shivering, but not as violently.
"I'm aware of that." the Doctor said flatly "Why am I in my underpants and why are you wearing that?"
"It was the only way to get you back onto the TARDIS." Clara explained. "You... weren't yourself."
The Doctor walked back to his bathroom before emerging with a fluffy robe. "Take that off." he instructed.
Clara looked at him, wide eyed and confused. "Take it off and put the robe on. You're freezing." the Doctor clarified.
Clara nodded and took the robe. The Doctor turned his back to her, expecting her to change behind him. He gave her the privacy. "Change quickly." He instructed.
He heard the sound of wet clothes hitting the floor and the shuffle of clothes being put on. When Clara was finished, she let out a meek, "I'm done."
The Doctor turned around and ran a hand through his wet grey locks. He watched as Clara left his room. Just what had he done? He had a pretty good idea. The Time Lord let out a sigh and changed into a dry pair of underpants before putting his clothes back on.
When he left his room to go to the console room, he saw Clara, still clad in his robe, sitting in the chair. She seemed distracted. Finally, she looked back at the Doctor and asked, "Are you going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine." the Doctor said. "I'm all right, considering that I've probably spent a considerable amount of time..."
The Doctor searched for the words. Finally, Clara provided, "Dry-humping me?"
The Doctor glared at the words Clara had used. Clara seemed annoyed now. "Don't get drugged again. If I catch you humping my leg, I won't speak to you for at least a week."
The Doctor scowled and said, "That won't happen."
"It had better not." Clara said. "I'm going back to my home."
With that, Clara left. Once the TARDIS' doors were closed behind her, the Doctor sighed and brought a hand to his face. He was going to have to find a new thinking pub.
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About a week after the extremely confusing incident regarding a drugged Doctor, things were thankfully quite normal for Clara. She was sitting on her sofa, reading a book, when she heard the TARDIS materializing it. She marked her page and set the book down. She took the time to stretch where she sat. In that time, the Doctor had arrived in the room. He placed his hands on the arm of the sofa and leaned in Clara's direction. His pupils were dilated and he had a heated expression on his face. Clara swallowed audibly when, in a deep, husky voice, the Doctor said, "Hello, Clara."