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Chapter 4

The Doctor led her through the living room and down two flight of stairs, his hand never leaving her waist as if to make sure she wasn't going to change her mind and run off, his lean body touching her own all the way down to the garage.

Whatever image she had had in her mind about a filthy room only used to put the cars when no one was driving them, she had been wrong. Of course, the cars were there, all four of them, including a smaller limousine, but there was also a small corner that was laid out with carpet and had a small bar and a few basket chairs. The music from the living room could still be heard, but it was no more than far away background noise.

"I always come here when I'm tired of the party upstairs," the Doctor explained and led her further into the room, "No one has ever bothered to look for me here."

"So you like to hide from your own party?," Clara asked, chuckling, "That's not very rock 'n roll, is it?"

The Doctor looked at her and for a moment said nothing. She got the impression that there was something he would love to say but couldn't. He averted his eyes and resumed walking.

"Please, Clara, don't ask me questions like that," he said calmly.

"Why not?"

"Because I might tell you the truth," the Doctor said simply and leaned against the hood of one of his cars, still not looking at her.

Clara watched him for a moment. They had kissed twice this evening, and judging by the second time she thought he had brought her down here because he couldn't wait to slam her against a wall and fuck her brains out, but now it seemed as if the passion had gone out of him, leaving him only thoughtful and tired.

"Doctor, why have you brought me down here?" she asked before she could stop herself.

He shrugged in reply. "I'm not sure."

"Well, you don't want to talk, you're not doing anything else, maybe I should go back upsta-" Clara stopped her sentence when the Doctor reached for her hand and pulled her closer to him. He had caught her off guard, so she landed right between his legs, her chest pressed against his own.

"Just don't ask questions."

Clara could feel his breath hot on her lips as he pulled her in for another kiss. She parted her lips and let him inside her mouth, their tongues exploring each other curiously. His hands wandered over her back and finally settled on her ass, pinching it lightly. Clara gave a tiny squeal when he bit down on her lower lip. He pulled away from her to admire her for a moment, looking her straight into her eyes.

"You are a very beautiful woman, Clara Oswald," he whispered, one hand moving back up and stroking a few strands of hair out of her face. She was afraid that her cheeks were turning scarlet red again. "I'm torn. I want to keep looking at you, but I also want to kiss you again."

"What's keeping you then?" Clara asked, her question underlined with another one of those small, insecure laughs as she pressed her body harder against his crotch.

The Doctor closed his eyes at the friction she was causing and sighed. Clara's hands wandered over his chest to where his shirt was already partially unbuttoned.

"Because I want to do more than just kiss you," he breathed between his teeth and Clara really did believe that he was torn. She somehow thought that he was deliberately fighting the urge to go further and to her it didn't make any sense at all. He did this sort of thing all the time. She had read about it only yesterday.

This time it was Clara who bent back down, but not to kiss him on the lips. Instead she brought her lips to his neck and started to caress his sensitive skin with her mouth, forgetting all the nervousness, the insecurity, the fact that he was a famous rock star. Right now he was only a man and she wanted him. Knowing that he wanted her, too, she only had to tease him until he forgot whatever it was that held him back from giving in to her.

One of her hands busied itself with unbuttoning the waistcoat and his shirt while he was feeling under her skirt and pushing it up for better access. Once she had freed his chest of any unnecessary clothing she continued to trail kisses down his body and noticed how his skin startled to ripple with goosebumps under her touch. Whenever she dared to look up at him the Doctor had his eyes closed, taking in every one of her caresses. She stopped right before his belt, one hand gently moving across his trousers when she could feel his arousal under her palm. The Doctor winced when she started to massage him through the fabric and pushed his hips further in her direction, the evidence of her work so obvious beneath his clothing.

Before she had the chance to reach for his belt the Doctor swept her up by her waist and turned them around, leaving her lying flat on the hood of the car. The weight of his body held her down as he kissed her again, like he had done in the kitchen, hungrily and passionately. He had parted her legs, pressing his crotch against her own and Clara could feel the heat rise between her thighs. As if he had known it, the Doctor brought his hand between them, brushed aside her knickers and slid his finger between her wet folds. Clara gasped at the contact and pushed her hips in his direction as he began rubbing along her clit. The Doctor moved his lips across her neck, the stubble of his beard gently scraping over her skin.

She hated it when he removed his finger from her to undo his own belt and unbutton his trousers. When only his underwear separated her from his erection, Clara suddenly snapped out of her trance.

"Doctor," she asked, surprised at how husky her own voice sounded. She cleared her throat, "Do you have protection?"

Apparently it was something he hadn't thought of earlier because Clara noticed his eyes widen, as if the blood was only slowly being transferred back to his brain.

"Well?"

"Upstairs," he replied hesitantly, "I think. In a drawer. Probably."

"What?" Clara immediately pushed herself in a sitting position. How could he have forgotten the most important thing when he had brought her down here? And why did he even seem unsure about where exactly he had put the condoms?

She pushed her dress back over her thighs, suddenly feeling slightly angry at him. He had successfully managed to work her up, and now this.

"Well, sorry, but I'm not doing it without," she replied brusquely.

"Hold on, I've got an idea," the Doctor said and pulled his trousers back up. He left her sitting on the hood of the car to look through the passenger door. Apparently in vain,

because he quickly moved on to do the same in the limousine.

"Ha," Clara heard him say, "I found one. Glove compartment. Ah, those boys from security. Always reliable."

Clara frowned, got back on her feet and slowly approached the Doctor, who was still standing next to the limousine. He opened the the door to the back and held it open for her.

"Do you want to step inside?" he asked, his voice taking on a darker, mysterious tone.

Clara smirked at him and carefully set foot inside the limousine. It was slightly darker behind the tinted windows but Clara could still make out how roomy it was. She slid into one of the seats and waited for the Doctor to close the door behind him.

"Okay," Clara giggled nervously, "I can't say I've ever done it in a limousine."

The Doctor shrugged. "Me neither. Wanna find out what it's like?"

"Yes," she smiled broadly and let him pull her on top of his lap.

He cupped her face in his hands and pressed another kiss to her mouth as Clara moved to grind her hips against his crotch. The friction almost drove her mad, her sex itching for him to be inside her and causing the Doctor to utter a throaty groan beneath her.

"Clara," he mumbled breathlessly, his lips still on hers, "Stop teasing."

Just for the hell of it, Clara pushed herself down harder against him. The Doctor started laughing and finally broke the kiss.

"I mean it," he said, a smile on his lips, "Unless you want me to come in my pants, stop teasing."

"Oh, no, we don't want that," she replied and moved away from him to free herself of her knickers while he pushed his own clothes down and out of the way.

He fumbled with the condom and Clara watched him as he carefully slid it over his erection. She was unable to look away, imagining what it must be like to touch him, to feel him inside her. Climbing back into his lap, she still gazed down at him in anticipation and took him in her hand, leading him right to her entrance. Gasping, Clara slowly sank down on him. The Doctor groaned and closed his arms around her, his hands settling on her hips as they established a rhythm. Clara watched him close his eyes and throw his head back while he hands kept guiding her, incessantly pushing her down onto his cock. With each thrust burying deeper inside her, Clara found her mind slowly slipping away and she pressed her lips together, trying to suppress a moan that still somehow escaped her throat. She hadn't even noticed his hand leaving her hip, but suddenly Clara was overwhelmed by another sensation, his finger back on her clit that stroked her as she was rocking against him furiously. The Doctor was panting beneath her, pushing himself up against her rhythm that became increasingly flighty.

Clara whimpered feverishly as she could feel her orgasm slowly building up inside of her, pushing herself down on him faster and harder, the pace of it almost making her lose her mind. She barely noticed the Doctor's needy groans as she shut her eyes, her head falling back when her rapture took over, sending jolts of almost painful pleasure through her body, leaving her absolutely blissful and gasping for air.

Only now that Clara came back to her senses her attention went back to the Doctor, who still remained inside her, but motionless, breathing heavily and still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He pulled her down and locked their lips in a deep kiss.

"Clara," he repeated her name breathlessly like a mantra as she removed herself from him and sank down in the seat next to him.

For a long moment neither of them said a word, and nothing else could be heard other than their breathing.

"So, sex in a limousine," Clara began after a while, "Check."

They both started laughing and the Doctor discarded the condom, throwing it carelessly on the floor of the car and pulled his pants back up. His head turned into her direction and Clara could see nothing in his eyes than utter amazement before his hand reached for her cheek and he pulled her in for another kiss.

"That is certainly not what I expected when I came to your concert today, which, by the way, was awesome," Clara said and frowned slightly, "And I realize I could have told you that earlier."

"Not what I was expecting, either," the Doctor replied, smiling broadly at her.

Clara replayed the whole evening in her mind. Nothing of it made any sense to her. The Doctor was a rock star, famous for his wild parties and his even wilder sex life, and yet here he was, picking Clara over any of the other women at the party and smiling at her like a besotted teenager. She realized that now might be her best change at getting an answer out of him. It was a bold move, a bold question, but she just had to ask.

"Doctor," she began carefully, "You don't really do this sort of thing very often, do you?"

"Never," he replied before his mouth found its way to her own again, gently nibbling on her lower lip.

Never. Never? Clara tried to wrap her mind around what he had just said, but found herself distracted again by his hand wandering up her thigh.

"Since we checked off sex in a limousine, how does sex in a very soft and comfortable bed sound?" the Doctor whispered as his lips brushed past her ear.

She desperately wanted to form a clever answer but his hand playing around the hem of her dress was keeping her mind busy.

"Been there, done that," she breathed in reply.

"With me?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

Clara suddenly stopped his hand and leaned back to be able to look at him. She was confused again, apparently her dominant emotion today.

"Are you asking me to stay the night?" Clara asked carefully.

"Yes," the Doctor said simply in his usual, low voice.

Clara hesitated for a moment, but then heard herself agreeing.

"Okay," she whispered.