Skin, Fragile Human Skin
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,230
Summary: When Clara is scouted for a chance to model, the Doctor encourages her to do it. But will his support go for any and all circumstances, or will he get flustered and walk away?
Notes: Haha this is a dumb idea I came up with while shopping for underwear. No jokes here. Anyways, Enjoy the stupidity of part 2!
Today was the day.
Clara woke up more excited than she'd been in a while. The Doctor however… his emotions were all over the place.
That week, the Doctor did everything he could to try to make himself immune to his more "natural" feelings towards Clara in underwear.
She hadn't seen him almost all week, but didn't question it, which is something the Doctor was grateful for. He wasn't too sure he wanted to tell her he had gotten off more than once to the thought of her in various states of undress.
Of course, it was inevitable that he'd see her a few times that week. The last time he saw her two days prior, he thought he had "cured" himself of his affliction. He was positive he'd be okay for the photo shoot until she asked him to bring her somewhere.
"What's that for?" He asked her as the TARDIS took off towards London.
"I'm going to get waxed before Friday." It was a simple line, something that many women did, and some men, but it had made him remember all over again that she'd be in next to nothing with her perfect body.
It put him into a frenzy, and he had to go take some time away and fight some Daleks to take his mind off it. He'd even contacted his old friend Captain Jack Harkness as a last ditch effort to calm his nerves. Needless to say, it didn't help.
"Ready to go?" She asked him as she walked into the TARDIS control room after breakfast. She was dressed comfortably: loose sweater, baggy lounge pants and a tattered pair of converse. Nothing extreme.
He took a deep breath and nodded, smiling at her as he set the coordinates for London.
Once they arrived at the venue, Clara was whisked away by a group of very excited ladies. The Doctor waved in her direction, but she was already chatting happily about hair and makeup.
He turned around to inspect the set. It was simple: white cyclorama, soft lights and a fan for the wind effect. He knew she'd look beautiful in any light, but this one was definitely meant to make her look amazing.
Clara was brought back into the studio for a moment. She stood in place as the photographer adjusted the light on her. The Doctor stood behind the photographer as he started snapping photos of her still in her sweats. She shot the Doctor some nervous smiles as the lights were being adjusted, and he threw her a thumbs up.
"Clara, we're ready for you!" The makeup girl called her over again.
"Okay, I'll be right over." Clara stepped off the set and over to the Doctor. "Want to come with me?"
"Sure." He said following her into the back room.
Clara was sat in a chair in front of a mirror. The Doctor watched as the girls started on her hair. Her hair was set in messy waves as the light dusting of powders and glosses enhanced the natural beauty of her face.
She looked absolutely stunning after the team of artists were done with her. Clara looked like a proper model, now all that was left for her was to get into wardrobe.
The ladies guided her into another small room for her to change. The Doctor heard them fussing in the next room over how the garment fit on her body, and how great she looked. He could hear them chattering, making a few small adjustments. The Doctor was really nervous to see her. He hoped he could keep himself… under control… for her. He wanted to support her, but didn't know if he could stay and watch.
The Doctor was brought away from his thoughts as the women filed into the room. Clara had a short silk robe covering her body. She took the Doctor's hand and led him into the studio. Her palm was clammy, and he could see from her eyes that she was nervous.
He had focused so much on his own feelings towards Clara that he had forgotten that she was probably nervous too. This was something she'd never done, and she needed his support right now. He needed to stop thinking about himself and be there for his friend.
The Doctor looked down at her, smiling widely, and pulled her into a big hug. "You're going to be brilliant, I know it. And you look absolutely beautiful."
Clara buried her face into his chest before realizing some of her makeup would probably rub off on his beloved jacket. "Thank you Doctor. It was really nice of you to come with me."
"Clara, whenever you're ready love." The photographer called back to her. The Doctor gave her shoulders a tight squeeze and let her go off to her place in front of the cyclorama again.
She moved away from him and began to untie her robe. But what he saw wasn't what he expected.
Clara was surprisingly covered up in this first piece. A white babydoll, obviously meant as some form of lingerie, but it was very classy and very beautiful. One of the girls placed a green vine crown laced with small white flowers in her hair. She looked like an angel.
Being that it was her first time on camera, the photographer helped Clara by telling her how to pose. It was a little rough at first, as expected for someone who's never modeled professionally, but she slowly shed her awkwardness and really came out of her shell. The Doctor snuck a peek at the pictures that showed up on the computer screen, and she looked absolutely gorgeous.
Soon enough, Clara was back in the robe and being taken away again for a wardrobe change. The Doctor stayed back in the studio looking over some of the pictures and pointing out his favourites.
Not long afterwards, Clara returned. She dropped the robe once more and the Doctor's eyes went wide. She emerged in a plain black strapless set with gold embellishments Not only were her tones legs on display, but the gentle curves of her stomach and back were as well and he could not tear his eyes away.
She was beautiful, absolutely radiant with her bright smile and a slight blush on her cheeks. He could tell she wanted to cover up a bit at first, tucking her fists under her chin in an attempt to hide her cleavage, but it wasn't working in her favour. The Doctor sent her an encouraging smile, which she took graciously, before she began to pose once more.
Just like before, her awkwardness melted away, and she looked like a total natural on camera. He could tell she was enjoying herself. Her smile was genuine, reaching her eyes each time, and she played with her hair, giving little twirls here and there showing off every angle. She even began making silly faces into the camera as she normally would with the Doctor.
Regardless of what face she was making, the Doctor thought Clara was just so sexy. He always thought she was cute with her height and her funny nose, beautiful with those amazing eyes and smile that could stop a war. But this was the first time he had really ever thought of her as sexy. He wanted to map out each curve on her body, find every little spot that made her squirm. He wanted to feel her soft skin beneath his hands, wanted to take the lingerie she was wearing off of her and see her in her bare before him. He wanted her.
Oh boy.
The Doctor balled his hands into tight fists, trying to control his thoughts.
Gallifrey burning, the elderly attacking Leadworth, Daleks, the Slitheen, SHIT.
He looked towards the door, thinking that he'd benefit from some fresh air. It definitely helped. The busy streets of London distracted him from his little… problem… just being able to sit outside away from the madness felt great.
When he was ready to return to the set, he got up and dusted himself off, hoping Clara wouldn't be upset that he stepped out for a moment.
She was back in her silky robe, being ushered from the dressing rooms again. Stepping away from her entourage of ladies, she went to him and took his hand. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, just went to go check on the TARDIS. Having fun?"
"Loads! Oh this really is wonderful. Thanks again for coming with me." Clara gave him a huge smile.
"I'm honoured to be here with you! You're doing a fantastic job, the photos look amazing, and you're gorgeous."
Clara blushed and bit her thumbnail, peering up at him from under false lashes. "Thank you. Wait till you see this one, I picked it out just for you!" She winked at him, then burst out into giggles upon seeing him blush.
"Well then, I can't wait to see it."
She rushed over to the set and stepped into the light, dramatically dropping the robe while looking over at the Doctor. His eyebrows shot up into his hairline as he stared at his impossible girl in the TARDIS blue babydoll.
It was a lacy halter and flowed around her body beautifully. The top looked quite tight; her breasts were pushed up into place by the restricting material, yet his eyes were drawn to them immediately. He noticed flesh tone stickers from under the fabric and wondered what they were for, until he gulped coming to a moment of realization.
The top is completely see-through… they're covering her nipples.
He couldn't leave again. The Doctor couldn't even move. He was planted in his spot and all he could do was watch her.
One of the girls turned the fan on. The air lightly blew Clara's hair back away from her face. The light material around her body flowed softly, the blue working beautifully against her lightly tanned skin. She began to pose once more. The Doctor heard the camera shutter go off and the fan blowing, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
She was absolutely stunning and all too soon, she was back in the robe and being taken to the back again.
"You've got a beautiful girl there, mate." The photographer walked up to him, shaking his hand.
"Oh… she's, she's not mine. Just a friend."
"Really? I would have never guessed. You must be going crazy over there."
The Doctor laughed. "Yeah, just a little bit."
Clara and her entourage came back into the room. "Last outfit!" She said excitedly stepping back into place. She untied the robe again and handed it off to one of the stylists again, and the Doctor's jaw very nearly hit the floor.
Red. Lace. Sheer. Frilly. Thin. Small.
He could see she was still wearing the little stickers covering herself up for the pictures. Clara looked completely at ease with herself, loving what she was wearing. She looked directly at him and smiled deviously. She knew exactly what effect he had on her.
The Doctor watched her pose again, and it wasn't until she turned around fully that he realized she was wearing a thong. He had to hold onto a nearby table to keep himself from falling over.
His hearts were pounding so hard in his chest, he didn't hear the photographer say "That's a wrap!" He watched Clara walk smile once more and walk over to the photographer to hug him. She then wandered over to the Doctor.
Clara's arms wound around his neck and brought him close. His arms flailed and he looked over at the photographer, who was smiling knowingly, before wrapping his own arms around the bare skin of her back.
Clara broke their embrace and disappeared into the back room again to put her own clothes on.
"Congratulations, you made it through." The photographer said as he turned to face the Doctor.
"Thanks, I really didn't think I would." He laughed. Clara came back out of the room, still in hair and makeup, but back in the sweatpants she had been wearing that morning. "Ready to go?" He asked her.
Clara nodded and wound her arm through his. They said their goodbyes and headed back to the TARDIS.
"I had fun today!" She said happily as the Doctor began to fly the TARDIS.
"Yeah, it was an… interesting day. Photographer was quite nice."
Clara nodded in agreement. "I can't wait to see how the pictures turned out!"
"I'm sure they'll be beautiful."
"So I'm feeling pizza for dinner, can we have pizza for dinner?"
"Of course!" The Doctor smiled.
"Can you order while I take my makeup off?" He nodded. She kissed his cheek and disappeared into the depths of the TARDIS.
The Doctor picked up the phone to order, but realized that they were still floating through the vortex. Did she want to eat here? At home? He didn't think there was such thing as an intergalactic pizza delivery system.
"Clara? Where do you want me to order it for?" He said, swinging her door open. He was not prepared to see her in her underwear again that day. The strapless bra had pushed her breasts up quite high, and this time, he really couldn't control his natural reaction to her.
She looked at him, clearly shocked and wide eyed. "Doctor?"