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Cocktails & Friskiness
Rated: M
Prompt submitted by Clara-Oswald-Whoufflegirl
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The Doctor gallivanted back towards the TARDIS, still pondering the day's activities. All of the Doctors had come to his aid, and there was a chance that Gallifrey was still out in the Universe somewhere. He could go home if he pleased. He looked at the TARDIS door and began to smile. Slowly sighing, he realized that he was not so alone in the Universe. He always had Clara, his impossible girl, but now he could have his home planet- From now on, his new mission would be to find his home.

Opening the doors to the TARDIS was like starting a new journey. Clara was leaning on the TARDIS console talking to sexy, while he observed her behavior from afar. The two most beautiful creations he had ever laid his eyes on were talking right in front of him and actually getting along. He paused to admire their beauty for so long that Clara took notice. She immediately ran over to him and threw her arms around him for a hug. The hug was kind and warm, just like the rest of the hugs Clara had given to the Doctor, yet this time she whispered something in his ear. It took a few moments, but after it registered he jumped back and fixed his bow tie.

"So, what's your answer?" she teased while crooking her eyebrows.

"My answer to …" he responded with a slight tilt of his head indicating how confused he was.

"Where are we celebrating?" she laughed and trotted back towards the TARDIS.

"Clara, what do you mean" he coughed in the middle of his sentence, staring at her blankly.

Clara giggled, "I'm just saying that we should find somewhere to get cocktails and see what happens".

She immediately ran off towards the TARDIS console and began to wave at him in order to make him do the same. He had just realized that Gallifrey survived, due partially to Clara, and he could not be more pleased. However, he had no idea what Clara was up to. Why did they have to celebrate? Why could they not simply have a nice trip exploring and finding Gallifrey? She then looked over at him, crocked her finger and winked in order to get him to help her fly the TARDIS.

"The moon has decent cocktails" the Doctor suggested, now joining Clara next to the console.

"The moon'll do" she replied with a smirk beginning to form on her face.

The two looked at each other for a while before finally coming back to reality. Both were blushing profusely when the Doctor started to drive the TARDIS towards the moon. He had no idea what was going to happen tonight, but he knew that there was definitely going to be a celebration. Clara probably would not know about any of the drinks that they made on Mars, because although they use the same types of alcohol, they do not have the same drink names. He hoped Clara would not be too confused by the different names of each of the drinks and could still have a good time.

The TARDIS landed on Mars in what seemed like seconds after the Doctor had pulled the lever to take off. Clara immediately began to jump up and down and scramble for her things. The Doctor looked at her confused, wondering where this sudden energy had come from. Forcefully, she grabbed his hands and pulled him out of the TARDIS and onto the Moon. It was beautiful! There were stars everywhere, and a little town was situated straight in front of them. Clara pulled the Doctor towards the middle of town until they found a little pub positioned on the side of the road. It was not too busy, so Clara and the Doctor waltzed in and sat in the first two seats they could find.

The bar seemed a bit different than those on Earth; the colors were brighter, there was nothing on the walls and the bar tenders were casually walking around the bar with different colored hats. The bar was not one sided, either. It was formed like a square with all the alcohol gathered in the did not question it; she simply wanted to celebrate the magnificence of finding Gallifrey with her Doctor.

As she looked through the menu, she realized that all of the drinks had funny names. The ingredients included the same types of alcohol, but the names of the mixed drinks were all wrong. The mud slides were known as the "Naughty Daleks" and the whisky sours were known as the, "Killer Cybermen".

"What is up with these names, Doctor?" Clara laughed as she tried to decide what to drink.

"They have these names everywhere, really…" he breathed, "…but still no 'Dirty Doctor' anywhere".

Clara looked up at him. "I think we could change that" she began as she licked her lips and winked at him.

The Doctor glared at her, "Oi, shut up"!

The Doctor stared at her for a moment as she giggled and turned back towards the drink menu. The bartender circled around the bar again, the whole time never taking his eyes off Clara. He really could not blame the man; Clara was by far the most attractive woman there. Her hair bounced up and down whenever she moved, and the way her dress accentuated her features was so perfect even the Doctor caught himself glancing every now and again. He began looking her up and down as she continued to read the ingredients in all of the different drinks. She was adorable even when she was focused; her fingers gently meeting her mouth caused him to wonder what other things she could-

No. No. He could not think like that. She was his companion and although it would be lovely to get to know Clara a little more personally, he valued her and did not want to lose her companionship over something silly like romance.

"I'll have a Sex on Venus please" Clara chirped as the man making her drink raised his eyebrows and smirked.

The Doctor chuckled and added, "I'm going to have a Blue Moon, if you don't mind".

Clara gasped, "You said they did not have any of the same drinks we did"!

"They don't" the Doctor grinned, "This is beer".

Throughout the evening, Clara and the Doctor had several drinks and they both could feel themselves getting cuddlier with one another as the night went on. The bar was almost empty by the time the two of them had about five drinks each. There were a group of elderly women sitting on the opposite side of a bar and a man and a woman kissing a few seats down from the Doctor. After ordering another round of drinks, Clara and the Doctor began talking some more and were clearly engulfed in conversation. However, a man came and sat right next to Clara and began interrupting by trying to gain Clara's attention. The man, who was clearly interested in Clara, looked strangely familiar. The Doctor soon identified the man as the bar tender who had previously gotten their drinks.

"Why hello there!" Clara smiled as she grabbed her sixth drink off the counter.

"Hello" the handsome young man replied as he took her hand and kissed it, never taking his eyes from hers.

She could not keep herself from blushing as she stammered, "My name is Clara… and this is the Doctor"!

"Ahh" he examined, "and you two are married"?

"No! No… we are just friends" Clara explained, clearly noticing the Doctor fidgeting behind her at this man's assumption.

"Well, then. I hope the Doctor does not mind if I ask to talk to you in private, does he?" the man said while motioning towards the Doctor.

"Um" the Doctor was unsure what to say, "I guess not" he sighed.

"Good. Then Clara come with me, love" the man winked as he took Clara's hand and guided her over to another part of the bar.

The Doctor was clearly angry that this man had taken his Clara away from him. Yet again, she was not his. He glanced over to them, and they were extremely cozy over in the corner of the bar. Her hand would casually stray to his shoulder and he would whisper something in his ear. Clearly unaware of everyone else at the bar, the gentleman placed a kiss on her cheek. That's when things began to get out of hand. Clara cradled his head in her hands and kissed him passionately on the lips.

This display of affection was driving the Doctor insane. Clara and this strange man were over in the corner kissing passionately for what seemed like hours and there was nothing he could do about it. Another drink arrived and Clara drank that one immediately and led the strange man over to the bathrooms. The Doctor could not let her make this mistake. Over a period of three hours, Clara had inhaled six drinks. If he did not get Clara back to the TARDIS, she may do something that she regretted with this man. He followed the two of them to the bathroom and heard moaning almost instantly. He knew what they were up to, and it drove him wild. He knocked on the bathroom door with every ounce of his strength. The moaning and giggling just became louder and louder until the Doctor could not take it anymore.

"Clara! Clara, get out here! It's the Doctor!" he boomed so loud that the entire pub could hear.

"Oh, Doctor… it's okay we're just…" she choked.

"I know what you're doing" the Doctor began to get frustrated, "Now get out here before you continue any further"!

With that, Clara came charging out of the bathroom with her dress half on. It seemed like she had been crying. The man came slowly after her, nudging the Doctor as he passed.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN" the Doctor screamed as he pushed the man against the side of the wall.

The strange man just stood there dazed and confused as the Doctor paid their bill and ran after Clara, who was now sprinting towards the TARDIS. Her little legs carried her so far in a short matter of time, but the Doctor's long one's matched her stride and they entered the TARDIS at the same time. She would not stop to look at him and she paced around the center console clearly trying to form words to express what she was thinking. After the silence began to get to him, he walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Do you know how stupid that was!" he panicked, "you could have ended up going home with that guy… I could have lost you" he sobbed, realizing the reality of what he had just said.

"He only fingered me! Plus, do you know how badly I wanted that to be you?" Clara questioned angrily after her many moments of silence.

"You… what-"the Doctor shouted as he tried to comprehend what she was saying.

"That man- he took me away from you! We were so close to having sex in that bathroom, Doctor… and the whole time I wanted him to be you!" she bit her lip, her emotions were clearly at their peak.

"It could have been! You left me, remember?"

"What do you mean it could have been? "She looked up hopefully.

"It still can be" he said as he took her waist and frantically pulled her into him.

"Doctor…" she whispered as his lips pressed against hers and the last of the space left between them was finally closed.

He had no idea how this situation happened; they had somehow made their way to his bedroom and Clara was on top of him kissing him passionately as his erection pressed against the inside of his jeans. They were both lying on the bed as their need for one another grew stronger and stronger. Clara was clearly extremely drunk and so was he, so there was no way to tell whether or not these emotions were real. He knew he wanted her with every ounce of his being, but he did not know whether or not she wanted this or if it was just the alcohol moving her.

"Cl- Clara" he gasped as her thigh pressed on his now firm erection.

"Doctor… down boy" she teased as she attempted to unzip his pants.

"No, Clara" he moaned as she began to pull down his pants and boxers, "I need to know that you want this. Not the intoxicated you, but you. My Clara".

"This is how much I want this, Doctor" she stated as she lowered her mouth onto him. Every breath created a new sensation and the Doctor had to constantly suppress the urge to thrust himself into her. She began sucking with more force than ever and occasionally applied pressure to his tip with her tongue, which caused him to gasp in pleasure. He had no idea how much more of this he could take until he would explode. Not wanting to offend her, he brought Clara's face up to his gently and kissed her fiercer than ever.

"I can't stop, Clara. Not now. I need you" he whispered, which made her shiver all over. He flipped her over and began kissing down her neck, occasionally leaving love bites over her delicate skin. Once he made his way down to the bottom of her dress, he began to unravel it over her head. The fabric almost swayed off her body, like it was meant to be taken off.

Looking up, he realized that Clara was not wearing a bra. He grew harder at the simple sight of her breasts, and he was scared to discover what would happen if he actually touched them. He looked down on her and pulled her underwear down and off her in one swoop. Realizing that she had both of her eyes closed, before thrusting his tongue into her he muttered, "This is my apology for letting the other guy touch you". A moment after Clara had comprehended what he said; his tongue had begun running circles around her clit. His mouth was constantly moving around her, and she could not stop herself from moaning his name. The harder he thrust his tongue into her, the louder she cried out. The Doctor knew neither of them could last much longer, so he exited her and powerfully pounced back on top of her. His eyes never left hers as they shared a frantic kiss.

"Doctor- please." She begged as she felt his manhood digging at her entrance.

The Doctor smirked. He finally got her where he wanted her. He was the boss. "Fine" he responded, "but only because you asked so nicely" and on the last syllable he thrust himself into her. The two collided like former lovers rediscovering each other's bodies. Clara seemed to match his desperate thrusts with her hips perfectly while the Doctor knew every area that would make Clara gasp if he kissed or touched it.

Slowly making his way down to her breasts, he began kneading one with one hand and massaging the other one with his mouth. The constant thrusts were still shaking their bodies violently, as the softness of the Doctor's mouth lingered over Clara's nipples. Driving himself to the edge, he plunged his face into her neck and with every thrust he began to whimper. He built up momentum and the love and lust that were pouring from his hearts shattered into noises. The little whimpers were clearly music to Clara's ears, as she began to run her fingers through his hair as he drew closer to the edge.

Still smashing together, the Doctor maintained a tight grasp on Clara's body, never wanting to let go of the closeness they had gained from this experience. Clara's cries and screams of pleasure only drove the Doctor closer to his climax. Placing her hands on the headboard, Clara exploded while simultaneously whimpering the Doctor's name. The sight of this paired with Clara's body clenching around him was enough to drive him to finish and he held her close for every minute of his pleasure.

They both slowly toppled over together and fell side by side on the bed. Both of them were out of breath, but at least a lot of the alcohol had left the Doctor's system. He finally felt fine, and turned to check up on Clara. When he faced her, he realized that she was fast asleep next to him. A grin engulfed his face and he pulled Clara into himself.

"My impossible girl, no one will ever take you from me again" he stated before they both drifted off into an uninterrupted sleep.