One of my reviewers requested a continuation of Heated. Understandably, I was in a pickle. I couldn't decide whether to continue the story or not. If I did, I didn't know what I'd put in this second part. Still, I decided to do it anyway. I put my ideas in, but I let the story go in the direction that it wanted to go in. Sometimes that's the best way to go about things. Anyway, without further ado, I present to you Heated- Part Deux.
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."
A large part of Clara was horrified that the Doctor had been drugged again, but a smaller part of her wasn't complaining at all. In fact, that small part of her allocated much of her blood to her face and the general betwen-the-legs area. Of course, Clara had control and tried to be in strict denial of her libido in this instance. Had the Doctor not been drugged, he would not be showing any interest in her at all. Clara didn't know why he came to her but, just like last time, she was very confused and internally somewhat torn about the Doctor's actions. Just like last time, Clara would resist his advances. She was Clara Oswald. She was the Impossible Girl. She would not succumb. Clara made the mistake of looking the Doctor in the eyes. His blue-grey orbs were darkened with want. Want for her. Clara shivered. The Doctor seemed to take this as a sign to advance. The Time Lord moved around the sofa, approaching Clara, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa. Clara scrambled over the armrest nearest to her, moving out of the Doctor's way. Clara's eyes were wide as she said, "Doctor, you don't want to do this."
"Yes, I do." the Doctor replied.
Clara swallowed audibly again. Part of her was afraid. Part of her wanted this. Mostly, she was afraid. Afraid of what would happen when this was over. She couldn't allow the Doctor to seduce her. What if she did succumb, Clara thought, and the drug wore off halfway through whatever she and the Doctor would be doing at the time? She didn't even want to think about the consequences. While Clara was distracted by her internal monologue, the Doctor quickly made his way over to her. Like he had done last time, he brought his hands up to her face, cupping her cheeks. "Doctor," Clara whispered, "You shouldn't be doing this."
The Time Lord said nothing. Instead, he slid one hand down Clara's neck, over her shoulder, and down her side before resting on her waist. The other remained on her face. "Doctor." Clara said nervously. "You really shouldn't. Please, tell me you don't really want to do this."
"I really want to do this." the Doctor replied, his tone and expression one of utter desire.
Seeing the expression on the Doctor's face, Clara once again shivered. The Doctor stroked her cheek, as if trying to comfort her. "Clara." he whispered. "Are you afraid?"
The Doctor lifted his hand from Clara's waist and put it on her shoulder. Clara nodded. Clara wasn't just afraid. She was terrified. She was terrified of what this could lead to. She was terrified of her body's own reactions. She closed her eyes and softly said, "Yes."
She couldn't see the expression on the Doctor's face when he said, "Don't be."
Clara's eyes were tightly closed. She didn't see the Doctor stroke her cheek once more, but she felt it. Clara didn't see the Doctor tilting her head slightly, but she felt it. Clara didn't see the Doctor lowering his face, bringing it nearer to hers, but she felt it when he captured her lips with his. When Clara felt his lips moving over hers, she felt a thread of control stretching. The kiss was so full of passion that Clara felt her knees weakening. She needed something to hold onto, so she reached up and gripped the Doctor's lapels tightly. Clara's insides were turning to into goo. The Doctor was a very good kisser. When he removed his lips from hers, Clara was barely able to hold back a groan. The Doctor tilted her head again before lowering his mouth to her neck. He nibbled the side of Clara's neck before suckling at the spot that he had nibbled at. To Clara's deep shame, she let out a loud moan. She released the Doctor's coat. She tried to lower her hands to her sides, tightening her hands into fists, but she found her hands moving up to hold the Doctor's head to her neck. When the Time Lord released the spot that he had been suckling on and licked Clara's neck, the human's senses suddenly came rushing back to her. She quickly removed her hands from the Doctor and took several frantic steps back. Clara found herself panting, her body heated and her face flushed. The Doctor looked at her with an expression of mild annoyance. Clara took a deep breath before saying, "I don't think that-"
"Don't think." the Doctor interrupted her.
Those words sounded somewhat wrong coming from the Doctor, one of the thinkiest people Clara knew. When Clara's mobile started ringing, she and the Doctor both jumped. Clara reached for her phone and was about to answer it, but the Doctor snatched it out of her grasp and flung it across the room. He then returned his attention to Clara. He then returned his lips to hers. Clara gasped, which gave the Doctor an opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He ran the appendage over Clara's tongue, forcing another moan from the female. When Clara heard herself moan, she quickly pulled back. This was wrong. They shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't really interested in her like that. It was the drug. Still, she didn't know exactly why it was her that the Doctor had come to. Panting, Clara asked, "Why are you doing this?"
"I need you." the Doctor replied honestly, as if it was the most simple thing in the universe.
"You don't." Clara said.
"I do." the Doctor insisted.
When the Doctor started kissing her again, Clara clenched her eyes shut. When they opened, she could feel tears emerging and trailing down her cheeks. The Doctor stopped kissing her and wiped the tears away. How could someone who could be so gruff and rude be so tender when in this state? He wasn't himself, Clara thought. She wasn't doing a very good job of resisting. Clara tore herself away and moved back to the sofa. She closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands. She curled up on her side. When she opened, the Doctor's face was in front of hers. In an honest, no-nonsense tone, the Time Lord said, "Clara, I need you."
Clara, not wanting to cry again, rolled onto her back. She was confused. This was not the way the Doctor usually acted. Clara was trying to resist her body's reactions to it. She closed her eyes again as she felt the Doctor move onto the sofa, his body over hers. He was between her legs and had his hands on the cushion, one on each side of Clara's face. The human female opened her eyes and said, "Doctor, I think-"
"Stop thinking!" the Doctor insisted.
Clara tried to protest, but the Doctor lowered himself between her legs, pressing his hardness against her. They were separated by his trousers and her leggings, but she could feel him as clearly as she felt the cushion behind her. He began to grind against her. When he rubbed against that spot, that sensitive spot that could offer so much pleasure, Clara gasped loudly. The Doctor gave her an odd look before pulling his hips back and pressing against her again. Clara's hands shot up and tightly clutched the Doctor's shoulders. He kept pulling back before pushing back against her, his hips moving constantly. Unconsciously, Clara parted her legs a bit more, allowing more movement and more pressure. He wasn't inside her but oh God, it felt so good. She closed her eyes tightly, unable to fight against her body's reactions. As the Doctor brought his hips to Clara's and ground against her again, his shielded hardness pressing against that part of hers, Clara felt a tightening in her abdomen. She didn't really seem to notice the gasps rising up from her throat and out of her mouth. With one last bit of pressure between her legs, that sensation building up within Clara burst, tearing a moan from her throat as her release shot through her. The Doctor's movements quickened, becoming more and more erratic until, finally, he buried his face in her shoulder and let out a loud grown, reaching his own release and making a mess in the inside of his trousers. When Clara's senses came back to her, tears of shame began flowing from her eyes. She looked away from the Doctor. Clara was more angry at herself than anything else. She should have resisted, but her own desire had just... well, she felt like she had used the Doctor. In a way, she had. Her body's own reactions had driven her mad. The Doctor wasn't himself, but Clara didn't stop him. She hadn't wanted to stop him. As the tears of shame flowed, Clara felt the Doctor wiping away her tears. Clara looked at his face. She didn't know if it was guilt on his face. It was hard to read the particular expression on his face. Clara took a deep breath before saying, "Doctor, please... just go back to the TARDIS."
The Doctor was still for an agonizingly long time before nodding. One last time, he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was slow and lingering. The Doctor finally pulled back and removed himself from where he was seated between Clara's legs. He then left the couch and stood up. He took a long look at Clara. Clara looked back at him and said. "Just go."
It was good that he did leave quickly. The drug was being quickly metabolized and it would not be long before it was out of the Doctor's system. He wouldn't remember any of what had transpired, but Clara would. She had reached her release, but she knew that, for a moment, she had been aching to have him inside her. It wasn't easy to forget that. It wouldn't be easy to forget any of this. If this happened again, Clara didn't know if she would be able to stop herself.