AN: This is basically inspired from a season eight argument. I'm
pretty sure its not a major spoiler, but S8 material alert . Enjoy!
READ:This chapter has no major sex.
The Doctor needed to sleep. There was nothing that could be done about it. So he found the nearest planet to land on. By not so great a chance, Earth was right in front of him. He set the course for Clara's house. Might as well use a bed while I'm at it.
Meanwhile ...
Clara had just got up from a very hot and very erotic dream. She was lying, curled up in her blanket cursing the sun for having woken her up right when the fantasy had reached its crescendo. The feeling of toe curling ecstasy slowly seeped away, like the retreating tide. The feel of the thick cock in her hand as she adjusted it so that she could envelope it in her heat was still fresh in her mind. She was still very horny. It was that very dangerous point where she was just very desperate to get off, no matter what the source of her pleasure. She would fuck her water bottle if that was the only thing she could get her hands on. She decided to get out of bed, and take a cold shower. It was a weekend. "Time to go get some hot action'' she thought to herself.
She was unaware that someone was on his way to use her bed at that very moment.
She decided it was not best to move around naked in her very open apartment block, despite the fact that the thought of being so naughty would only help to get off. As she pulled on yesterday's skirt and blouse, she thought about the Doctor. She wondered if he would be popping by today. She hoped not. The thought of the shower was put out of her mind as her tummy grumbled. She went to the kitchen. The air was quite cool, and it was directly in contact with her uncovered pussy. As she put some bread to toast, she leaned over too far on the table. The corner of the table pressed deliciously into her pussy. She couldn't take it. She rubbed herself against the edge slowly, the pleasure making her purr. As she got into it, she lifted her skirt and bunched it up in one hand so that she could get more pleasure. The other hand went to play with her nipple, now a hard nub. She looked down to see the corner, about an inch into her pussy, going in, up, down, sideways and driving her crazy. she was getting very worked up. The table was soaked with her juices. She was startled when the toast popped out. She completely lost her high, and came down, now sexually frustrated even further, the cloth of her cotton shirt just rubbing her nipples with every movement.
This was too much. she need t get off . NOW.
The Doctor was slowly loosing track of his actions. All he knew was that he needed to get to Clara's house. There he would be able to sleep without being judged. There he would not have to worry that when a Time Lord slept, it was not like a Human. He knew that his inhibition-less sleep would cause many problems. For Time Lords slept only mentally. He could task himself to learn the guitar while he was asleep. Of course he wont remember how well he did it, but whatever skills he gained, he would still have. Practically like a mind wiped robot. Or an amnesiac. HE set up the data file he made decades back, after he started gallivanting. It would explain everything to Clara.
So what happens when you put a sex starved Clara and a inhibition-less Doctor in one room?
Lets find out ... ;) Give me your ideas, I'll add them in, who doesn't like a sexy Clara?