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The Doctor sat in the front row, watching Clara and Danny rehearse a scene together. In the beginning of the musical Clara's character Reno is infatuated with Billy, David's character. But in the end she ends up falling for Lord Evelyn, played by Danny Pink. The Doctor knew Rose and David were a couple, and a rather precious one at that. That is one of the reasons he cast them in their particular roles; same with Amelia and Rory's roles. Sweet little Rory and fiery Amelia were adorable as well.
However, Clara was single, and as it happened, so was Danny. During their sensual dance scene, the Doctor found himself gritting his teeth. I'm not jealous, he kept repeating to himself. But when Danny's hand slid a bit too far up Clara's leg, the Doctor split.
"Alright, enough of that scene, let's move on," he ran onstage waving his hands wildly. Danny released Clara, who looked rather embarrassed, while the Doctor sent a glare in his direction. A small voice in the back of his head reminded him how unprofessional he was being. Unfortunately the Doctor's common sense was not the prominent area of his focus today. "I think that bit is a bit too…steamy. Let's make it child appropriate shall we?"
Clara cleared her throat, "When you and I rehearsed it wasn't anywhere close to what I would call 'rated G' Doctor."
Damn that little vixen. The Doctor saw the rest of the cast eyeing him suspiciously. He licked his lips apprehensively. "Well, that was how I originally intended the scene to go. I've changed my mind. Got a problem with that Oswald?"
Clara crossed her arms, "Maybe I do."
"Well excuse me, leading lady. I will see you in my office after rehearsal." A few cast members whistled. "Oh shut up!" he yelled back. "Rose and David, shall go over your duet?" David led Rose to the stage while Clara went backstage.
Clara was fiddling with the cap of her water bottle when Amy came up behind her.
"My god, the sexual tension on that stage was so heavy the rest of us were gettin' a bit warm," she teased.
"I've no idea what you're talking about Amy," Clara did her best to sound nonchalant, but her flushing cheeks betrayed her.
"Clara Oswald, you have crush on the Doctor," Amy squealed.
"Hush!" Clara shushed. She quickly scanned the room. "I do not have a crush on the Doctor. I mean, he is an attractive man; he's got a nice structure to him, and I guess his speaking voice is rather nice, especially when it gets a bit low, seductive almost." Clara grinned to herself. Amy just shook her head.
"There's my partner in crime," Rory came up behind Amy, wrapping his arms around her waist and lovingly resting his head on her shoulder.
"Hey there you," Amy kissed him. "Guess what? Little Miss Oswald's got a massive crush on the Doctor."
"I knew it!" Rory exclaimed.
"Oi, you knew nothing of the sort!" Clara swatted Amy's hands away when she tickled her.
"Oswald!" The Doctor called. "Let's put that mouth of yours to good use." Another whistle. "I was talking about singing for God's sake! Get your minds out of the gutter." The Doctor stressfully ran his hands through his curls.
"You wanted to see me Doctor?" Clara walked in to the familiar office.
"Yes." He crossed his arms over his chest. "What you did back there was entirely improper."
Clara's eyes widened. "I'm the one being improper? You are such a hypocrite! And I'm sure you don't think feeling me up the other day, during the exact same dance I might add, wasn't improper on your part?"
"I did not feel you up. I did nothing more than that Danny Pink did. In fact, I'm sure I did less even."
Clara snorted. "You threatened to 'swat my bum' to use your expression."
"Keep up this naughty behavior and I just might have to," he winced as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Are you gonna keep that promise?" Clara grinned impishly.
"I- well- stop that!" The Doctor kept twiddling his fingers around.
"No," Clara said calmly. She knew she was pushing it, but she wanted to see just how far she could get him to go. The Doctor took one long stride and towered over her. She glared back at him, though secretly she was having quite a lot of fun.
Clara half expected him to turn into a nervous mess again, but instead he slowly leant down and whispered in her ear. "Don't push me Oswald. I am one word away from leaning you over my desk and spanking that pert little arse of yours." His rich, low voice sent tingles through her body. "Now," he regained his composure, "I've got yours and Miss Tyler's dress fabrics here for you to take home." He handed her glittering fabric and a blueprint of the dresses. "Off you go love."
Clara lay in bed replaying the scene in the Doctor's office in her head. His voice alone made her legs twitch. The things she wanted to do to that man would make a hustler blush. She squeezed her legs together, her face twisted in the pure frustration the man caused her. She violently flipped to her side, "Damn you Doctor," she muttered.
