Title: Unplanned

Rating: M

Pairing: 12/Clara

Summary: After what didn't happen last time, they were both certain that they were incompatable. Sometimes life is full of little surprises.

I've had a few requests from my mother for this kind of story and it sounded like fun to write, so I figured, fuck it. I'll do my best to do an adequate job so you, my beloved readers, will enjoy this. So, I present to you, Unplanned. Warning: this chapter contains NSFW material. This takes place 7 months after Heated.

Chapter 1: Almost Confessing

Day 1:

Another Wednesday, another trip with the Doctor. This was the way that things had always been with Clara and the Doctor. Well, there was the relatively new thing of the two of them sleeping together for the past seven months. Well, sleeping might not be the right word since what they did involved little to no actual sleeping. They'd never even had sex in an actual bed. Pretty much everywhere else in the TARDIS or on nearly every surface in Clara's flat, but never in a bed. That was just too, well, serious. The Doctor had told Clara that he needed her. That didn't mean that he loved her. They were very, very close, but love? That wasn't something that either of them was ready to admit. The whole thing was rather complicated. Enjoyable, but complicated. So, they continued what they had always done, only with the Doctor shagging Clara on any availible surface and living in denial of the fact that things were getting even more complicated. Still, though they had sex often, they weren't constantly doing it. Such a celibate moment was when the Doctor's most recent arrival in Clara's flat. No sex in Clara's home and no sex in the TARDIS. Just a trip that the Doctor was very excited about. "It's the Festival of Freedom on Lithurgis, Clara." the Doctor explained excitedly. "It's the 50th aniversery of the beginning of the reign of Patriarch Cisly Veknahi."

"You wouldn't normally get that excited about a party." Clara said flatly, "It's food, isn't it? Food always gets you excited. It's like you'll eat anything."

The Doctor was silent for a moment as he pressed buttons and pulled levers. Clara placed her hands on her hips and said, "Well?"

"It's the layered cakes." the Doctor finally admitted. "This body seems to be fond of cake."

Clara smiled. Typical Doctor. The Time Lord's desire to go to a party just for something sweet was rather cute. Cute. That wasn't a word that Clara had ever thought would describe the Doctor's current incarnation. "What will the party be like?" Clara asked.

The Doctor grimaced and said, "Dancing, recreations of classic Lithurgian stories, and a great deal of alien karaoke."

"It doesn't sound that bad." Clara said with a shrug.

"Out-of-tune alien karaoke." The Doctor elaborated.

"You'd go just for the cake?" Clara said, a bit surprised.

"It's very good cake." the Doctor replied. "We can leave before the karaoke starts."

"Is it really that bad?" Clara asked.

"Calling it 'bad' would be overly charitable." the Doctor said with a scowl. Suddenly, the scowl faded from the Doctor's face. He returned to pressing buttons and pulling levers before saying, "Anyway, we have a festival to attend. You humans like parties. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

"We'll see." Clara said, still curious about this party on Lithurgis.

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When the TARDIS arrived on Lithurgis, the Doctor and Clara exited the ship to find themself in a beautiful, sunlit forest. Clara's breath was taken away by its beauty. At first, the Doctor seemed amused when he looked at her expression. Then his own expression softened, his eyes on Clara as if seeing something wonderful. The Time Lord shook his head before addressing his companion. "Come." the Doctor said. "The festival should be this way."

Clara followed the Doctor until, finally, they arrived at a clearing. There was a stage where the reenactments would be performed, a clearing for dancing, a table full of food, and various other party-related things. It was filled with celebrating Lithurgians. The Lithurgians were various colors, from brown to almost white. They had darker spots and speckles on their temples and the sides of their necks. The Doctor immediately made a beeline for the table. Picking up a plate, he served himself a slice of cake. The table had several varieties of cake. He was eager to try them all.

In the meantime, Clara's attention had been taken by the reenactments. She stood up behind the Lithurgians who were sitting and watching the play so she could see better. The current reenactment was that of a famous Lithurgian poet romancing the woman that had inspired him to create some of Lithurgis' greatest poetry. As it went on, Clara's heart was moved by the romance and sadness of the play. She couldn't help but sniffle and rub her eyes, tears threatening to fall. She did not succeed. The Doctor, who had been enjoying his cake the entire time, seemed to notice. He walked over to his companion, noting her behavior. Finally, the Doctor said, "You're doing that thing again- the crying thing."

"It's not sad and romantic." Clara sniffled. "Not at all."

The Doctor rolled his eyes and returned to eating his cake. When he was done, he placed his fork on his plate and lowered to his side. Unbidden, his free hand reached for Clara's. At first, he didn't realize that he had taken Clara's hand in his. He glanced at his companion and saw that she was looking at him, her cheeks tinted by pink. It was then that he noticed where his hand was. He looked back at Clara. She gave his hand a squeeze. The Doctor stood there for a moment before setting his plate on a nearby table. He then moved over to stand next to Clara. Then it was she who reached for the Doctor's hand. For the duration of the play, neither felt the need to let go.

When the play was done, a band took the stage and started playing classic, rather festive-sounding Lithurgian folk songs. Clara let go of the Doctor's hand, smiled at him, and headed over to the center of the clearing to dance. She picked up the dance rather quickly, keeping up with the Lithurgians. After the dancing had ended, Clara took a break. She walked over to the Doctor, who was eating yet another slice of cake. "Having fun?" Clara asked.

The Doctor tried to say something, but his mouth was full of cake. He swallowed and said, "Thoroughly. There's so many varieties of cake."

He had also been enjoying watching Clara, but he wouldn't say that. He glanced at Clara's face, which was a little flushed from all the dancing she had done. He rather liked seeing Clara's face flushed like that. It reminded him of the way her face flushed for different reasons, reasons that they both greatly enjoyed. When Clara saw how the Doctor was looking at her, her face flushed even further. When the karaoke started, the Doctor looked directly at his companion. His eyes darkened as he took her in. Clara returned his sensual gaze, her eyes growing chocolate with arousal. "Let's go." the Doctor said slyly, "Let's get away from this terrible excuse for singing."

"Yes." Clara said breathlessly. "We shouldn't have to listen to it any longer."

The Time Lord took the human female's hand and led her away from the festival. If Clara thought that the festival was fun, the Doctor was going to show her something that was even more fun. Clara looked forward to the experience. Once they were safely out of earshot of the partying Lithurgians, the Doctor's gaze swept over the area, searching for a suitable surface on which to have his way with his companion. He spotted a large, flat rock. That would do. He lifted Clara up and set her down on the rock. Clara looked directly at the Doctor and began to unbutton her blouse. Little by little, she revealed herself until her top was finally open. She then removed it from her body, setting the blouse down on the large rock. She looked back at the Doctor's face, which carried a very heated expression. Clara smiled coyly. Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing. The Time Lord furrowed his brows and reached down for Clara. While he was working on the difficult task of unfastening Clara's bra, Clara was busy removing the Doctor's coat. The Time Lord removed his hands from the human female before shrugging off his coat, letting it fall to the leaf-covered ground. Once the Doctor had removed his coat, Clara had started unbuttoning his shirt. Off came the shirt, which joined the coat on the ground. The Doctor then returned to the task of disrobing Clara. Her bra was the first thing to be removed. When Clara started to work on removing her skirt, the Doctor reached for her chest and palmed her breasts. He massaged Clara's breasts with his cool, skilled hands. He adjusted his position slightly and pinched Clara's pebbled nipples. Clara gasped. The Doctor smiled. He leaned in and kissed her neck, running his lips over it before settling on Clara's pulse point. The Doctor began to suckle on that point on her neck. He always enjoyed leaving his mark behind that lingered even after they had coupled. Clara let out a soft moan and ran her finger through the Doctor's silver curls. The Time Lord shivered at the pleasurable sensation of Clara's nails running over his scalp. He removed his lips from Clara's neck and took a step back to take a look at her. Already her breathing had gotten a little bit harder. Speaking of harder, Clara was staring at the impressive bulge in the Doctor's trousers. The human female licked her lips and unzipped her skirt before sliding it down her legs and kicking it off. Then, off came her knickers. The Doctor smirked at Clara before returning to his heated touches. He brought his mouth down on hers, running his tongue over the seam of Clara's lips. She opened her mouth, allowing him entrance. Clara couldn't hold back a moan as the Doctor's tongue plundered her mouth. The eager Clara reached down for the Doctor's trousers, looking forward to taking him inside her. "You're still wearing too many clothes." Clara mumbled.

The Doctor shook his head and took Clara's hand, lifting it away from his still-covered hardness. He lowered his head and peppered Clara's throat with kisses before lowering himself further, kissing his way down her body. He paused to slip a nipple into his mouth, suckling at it before giving it a nip and releasing it. He then continued his way down Clara's body. The Doctor pulled Clara's legs apart a bit before kneeling down betwen them. He buried his face between her legs and inhaled deeply. "Do you have any idea, Clara Oswald," the Doctor said, his low and rough, "what you do to me?"

Another jolt of want ran through Clara's womanhood. She met the Doctor's eyes, which were darkened with desire. Clara let out a loud cry when Time Lord then lowered his mouth to her core. He ran his tongue over her folds before settling on the nub that could offer her so much pleasure. When he began to suckle on it, Clara covered her own mouth. Through her hand, she whimpered as the Doctor devoured her. Clara didn't last long under the Doctor's ministrations. She let out a moan that was almost loud enough to be considered a scream. The Doctor leaned back to gaze into Clara's eyes. He licked his lips. Clara was trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm. The Doctor stood up and unbuttoned his trousers before sliding them down his legs, followed by his underpants. When Clara saw that they had little question marks printed on them, she couldn't help but let out a giggle. The Doctor scowled. Clara had the feeling that very soon, she would be letting out noises that weren't giggles. The Doctor moved back between Clara's legs. He leaned over her, placing an arm on the rock on each side of her body. Clara swallowed. The Doctor then took himself in hand, guiding himself into his companion's warm, welcoming body. Clara was unable to hold back a loud moan. The Doctor didn't wait for her to adjust, but neither did he start a vicious rhythm. Instead, he moved in and out of her with slow, languid strokes, drawing a series of gasps from Clara. After a while, the slow movements became torturous for Clara. She pushed her hips into his, desperate to draw him deeper inside her, for him to go faster, harder. The Doctor got the message and acquiesced. He pulled almost completely out before slamming his hips into hers, hitting a spot inside her that was just right. Clara let out a cry of pleasure. Slowly, he increased his place before he was eventually pounding into her with a hard, almost brutal rhythm. He kept hitting that spot inside Clara, wringing loud moans and cries from Clara's lips. His movements began to grow more and more erratic. They could both tell that he was close. Clara brought her hand between her legs, rubbing at her clitoris to try to help herself along. The Doctor swatted her hand out of the way before taking over. Clara clutched at the Doctor, clawing at his back, leaving trails behind. With the Doctor's thrusts hitting that spot inside of her and his rubbing that spot between her legs that caused her so much pleasure, Clara was done for. She shattered. She screamed her release, her voice echoing through the forest. The Doctor continued to thrust into her until, not long after Clara's orgasm, he reached his own peak. The Doctor let out a loud moan as he spilled into her. The Doctor lowered his head, resting it on Clara's chest as they both caught their breath. Clara let out a chuckle and said, "You know, we're lucky that we're different species."

"Hmm?" the Doctor made an enquiring sound.

"Today isn't exactly safe for me. If I had sex with a human, I could get pregnant." Clara elaborated.

"Clara," the Doctor drawled, "It isn't exactly conducive to the mood to compare the person you just had sex with to someone else."

"Sorry." Clara said sheepishly.

They both laid there for a while, the Doctor's head resting on Clara's chest as the human female ran her fingers through his hair. They were silent the entire time. The Doctor had a contemplative expression on his face. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure how. Finally, he began,"Clara, I-"

The Doctor paused, not finishing his sentance. "You what?" Clara asked.

The Doctor frowned and said, "Nothing."

The Time Lord removed himself from his companion and began to put his clothes back on. Clara took this as a cue to do the same. As they headed back to the TARDIS, Clara wondered what the Doctor had been about to say. Clara shook her head. Maybe it really was nothing. Either way, she was tired, both from the dancing and her vigorous activities with the Doctor.

When they had returned to the TARDIS, Clara immediately plopped down into the seat in the console room. Within seconds, the exhaused human fell asleep. The Doctor looked at her thoughtfully. He almost said it. He had come close, but he would be damned if she didn't say it first.

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Week 1

Since they'd had sex on Lithurgis, the Doctor had barely touched Clara. This confused her. Normally, when he arrived, the first thing they did was fuck on the nearest stationary surface. The Doctor seemed distracted. The truth was that what he had almost said last Wednesday was still on his mind. It was proably a post-coital emotional high. He didn't even mean it. Still, he had to put a name to what was going on between them. Things were changing.

Clara looked at the Doctor and cocked her head. "What's going on in that big brain of yours?" Clara asked.

"It's private." the Doctor said.

"Strange." Clara said. "Normally you just blurt out whatever comes to mind, regardless of how rude it is."

"Can't I have something on my mind without you having to know?" The Doctor snapped

"It wouldn't kill you to tell me what you're thinking about!" Clara argued back, "It seems important, so why don't you tell me? What's on your mind?"

The Doctor opened his mouth before snapping it shut again. Suddenly, a song began to play from the TARDIS' communication circuits. It was the Michael Bolton song, When a Man Loves a Woman. The Doctor and Clara both turned scarlet. The Doctor scowled deeply. They both stood there awkwardly as the song played. When the song was done, Clara said, "Well, that just happened. What's the plan for today?"

The Doctor seemed to perk up a bit. "We're going to Thurviglia," he announced, "on a very special night."

"What's special about it?" Clara asked.

"The moons will be lined up in the exact positions that allow for a triple lunar eclipse." The Doctor said, a bit of excitement creeping into his voice. "In the entire recorded history of Thurviglia, that has only happened once, and we're going to see it."

The Doctor's excitement at the prospect of viewing the triple lunar eclipse had proven contagious. Clara was also excited about it. The TARDIS was landed on Thurviglia just as the sun was starting to set. The lights in the city below were dimmed so light pollution wouldn't greatly hamper the view of the eclipse. There were several dozen chitin-hided Thurviglians gathered in the area outside the city as well, all having gathered to view the eclipse from there. The Doctor sat down in the grass. A few seconds later, Clara joined the Doctor, sitting right next to him. Up on this hill, the view would be spectacular. Slowly, the skies darkened and the moons appeared in the sky. The Time Lord and his human companion continued to wait until, finally, the triple lunar eclipse began. In the surprising calm of the night, Clara and the Doctor watched the phenomenon unfold. About halfway through the eclipse, the Doctor glanced over at Clara. Her eyes were wide with wonder at what was unfolding in the sky. The Doctor could see the moons and the stars reflected in Clara's dark eyes. They were beautiful, the Doctor thought. The eclipsing moons, not Clara's eyes. There was nothing dangerous happening. It was just the Doctor, Clara, and the open sky. Well, them and a few dozen Thurviglians. Of course, the Thurviglians were easily ignored. Clara adjusted her position a bit to get more comfortable. When she settled back down, she accidentally placed her hand on top of the Doctor's. She looked at him. He looked at her. Clara quickly looked back up at the sky, grateful that no one could see her blushing in the low light. The Doctor looked at Clara for a split second before returning to his stargazing. He didn't move his hand out from under hers.

When the eclipse was over and the moons had returned to their usual bright state, the Doctor and Clara stood back up. Clara thought about it for a moment. Holding hands under the moonlight, gazing up at the stars, would be considered romantic by most people. The fact made her feel a little funny. She felt funny in a nice way. When she looked at the Doctor, a burst of warmth flowed through her chest. Nonsexual. Pleasant. Clara decided not to think about it.

Little did she know that the Doctor, as he stood next to her, decided not to think about the same thing.