"So Doctor…What other time lord perks are there?" The doctor was playing with some controls on the TARDIS. Absent mindedly flicking them on and off, trying to work out what they did. It was several moments before he actually acknowledged Clara's Question and looked over at her without moving a muscle. Only tilting his chin up a little and his floppy dark hair falling in his face casting shadows in all the right places made him look dark and mysterious.
Sexy. Clara thought before blushing and shoving that idea underneath a mental carpet. She wondered, in the moments it took him to answer if he still felt the same way he did about Victorian her. When he had secretly kissed her back just a little. When he had told her she had to take her clothes off… well he hadn't meant it like that. Had he? Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice.
"There are a few." He said, airily as if it were unimportant.
"Well come on... I mean, if you can see into my mind what else can you do? Do you have your own planet? A different language? Do you all look human? Any weird body parts?"
"Lots, yes, yes, kind of and yes." He replied, again as if it were nothing and continued to play with the TARDIS.
"Oh come on, you're a typical bloke, always playing with his motor. Put her down and answer me!" she laughed walking up to him. He turned to face her and looked down at her, deep into her eyes. He wondered, if he tried to kiss her the way she had kissed him in London, would she run? Examining her dress he decided that her barmaid dress suited her much better and was suddenly starting to realize why he liked this girl so much.
"Fine." He said, keeping his tone low, a smile creeping at the corners of his mouth. Clara was waiting for him to speak, she couldn't break his gaze.
"I can go into your mind, see your dreams, memories. I can give you memories make you feel things. Yes we all look kind of human, depends on the time lord, only weird body parts are the two hearts and our language is one of the oldest, most beautiful and most powerful in the universe." He smiled at the end hoping this satisfied her curiosity. She smiled and bit her lip, like she was unsure of what to say. She leaned against the console.
"Say something!"
"What do you mean say something? I just said a whole lot of things? Were you even listening Clara?" he said, jokingly, his childish grin back on his face.
"I mean in your language." She said, looking hopeful and playing with the fabric on her dress.
"Oh no… I wasn't joking when I said it was powerful. There are words that could destroy whole galaxies." He said shaking his head and walking to the other side of the control panel to fiddle with something, feeling the conversation that was about to come. As if he was trying to put some physical barrier between him and it.
"Well say something that doesn't destroy a galaxy chin boy! Please?" she gave him those puppy dog eyes as she skipped over to where he was standing. Getting close to him she ran her hand down his chest, playing with the lapels on his jacket.
"Do you trust me Clara?" he asked, smirking, a slightly dark thought coming into his head as he remembered something. And he was only half sure he should try this. He thought back to Victorian London.
"I'm stuck!" Clara shouted as they climbed through the window. As he grabbed her round the waist to pull her through they both fell, him backwards and her on top of him. without thinking about that he was about to say he looked at her and said
"You're going to have to take those clothes off" the shock in her eyes made him instantly apologize but he saw something else in her eyes. Lust. He knew from that look, the one covered up with surprise that she wouldn't have minded if he meant it the other way round.
He decided to find out of his suspicious were right, after all ever since that day he knew deep down he had fallen for the cheeky brunette. But had she fallen for him?
"Of course I do. I wouldn't have died twice for you if I didn't." she laughed.
"Okay Clara…" he smiled and began talking in gallifreyan. Clara couldn't believe what she was hearing. There was no way she could describe it. No way she could have pronounced the beautiful sounds she was hearing. It was like music but spoken, so softly and it flowed like liquid gold. Dancing across his lips, it was seductive and sweet and then he stopped. She smiled and was opened mouthed, astonished.
"That was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard! But not quite powerful. But beautiful!" she said, still struck by the languages beauty. The doctor bounced on his feet a little, smiled, quite cooly leaned against the console, looked her straight in the eyes and with a seductive whisper said, "So why is your dress unbuttoned?" his eyes drifted down to the buttons on the front of her dress which were undone, revealing her pretty pale skin and her cleavage. She looked down and gasped, instantly covering up and looking at the floor until an echo rang in her head.
You're going to have to take those clothes off
She looked up at him, he was looking smug in a way that made her smile, letting him know he was allowed to be so happy about his work.
"I guess you did mean it in that way back in London eh?" she laughed. "Keep taking chin boy!" she said as she removed her hands. He walked over to her, keeping his dark dominating attitude, the one he normally had when he was trying to make a statement to someone who was threatening the people he cared about, he looked into her eyes and he stood infront of her, backed her up against the console, trapped her by putting a hand either side of her body. He whispered into her ear and her eyes grew wide, she gripped at his jacket, hanging onto him for support, her eyes closed, her mouth opened but she was silent except for heavy breathing. All this time the doctor never moved except to hold onto her waist. He lifted her to sit on the console, keeping her there by leaning against her , his legs between hers. The more he whispered the more she began to lay back, arch her back. And then the doctor stopped. He came away from her face to look at the sight infront of him, Clara completely undone, up on the console, dress unbuttoned and hitched up, breathless, eyes shut, back arched in pleasure. She was frozen in her pleasure until her uttered one final word and he watched as she shuddered infront of him, almost violently, while whispering his name. her pleasure was so great she couldn't even scream. He smiled to himself , biting his lip.
Oh yes. He thought im going to be doing this again.
The next thing he knew was Clara's lips crash against his own.
"I think im going to have to take my clothes off!' she laughed sexily against his kiss.