Title: Twelve Days of Christmas gifts (10/13)
Author: Flydye8
Pairing: 12th Doctor and Clara
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own them I just play around with them.
Summary: The Doctor (12) contemplates Christmas gifts for Clara, while searching the computer database in the TARDIS for the right ones; he comes across a list of stories. Reading them he receives his inspirations for his gifts, from the authors' writings. This takes place before the Christmas Special.
Author's Note 1: This past semester of college was a rough one for me and one of the things that kept me sane was reading the many delightful stories of Clara and 12th Doctor, posted here on FFN. This is my way of thanking each of you for your writings.
Additionally, I have a challenge to each of you; can you guess what stories the gifts were chosen from? Give a guess in the comments below, I will post the list after Christmas.
Happy guessing.
Author's Note 2: Thank you for the lovely reviews to this story. I am glad you are enjoying reading it, as much as I am enjoying writing it. I hope your guessing is going well.
Hello there, sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, I had lots of Christmas things to do with my family. On a side note this chapter has strong sexual theme to it, nothing to explicate but enough that I increase the rating on this story. If you are not of age please skip to the next chapter which is more romantic in nature. Thank you and have a wonderful New Year.
The Doctor lay back in his bed, trying desperately to think about anything but the hardness within his trousers, caused by the next story he was going to send to Clara.
There was no doubt the story was one of the most erotic of the tales he had read, surprisingly the story started with a simple book called "Lolita". Within the chapters of the story he actively tried to seduce Clara away from Danny, using a sexual prowess that was not that foreign to him.
He was a very sexual being, even more so in this regeneration, no matter how much he hid it from Clara over the past year; his passion for her was always bubbling close to the surface. During his time as the caretaker at Coal Hill, it was very difficult to keep those feelings hidden from her, especially with the continuous confrontations with Danny.
He would be lying if he said that he never competed with PE for Clara's affections, he would find ways to delay her dates with him, not stop them but delay them. The robbing of the Bank of Karabraxos, was a perfect example, he knew exactly what Clara was preparing for when he arrived at her flat. She looked beautiful that evening.
As he talked with her, he did his best to think of something, anything to keep her home that evening. Thank goodness the TARDIS phone rang when it did; otherwise he would not have gotten his reward; spending more time with her.
Yes, he fully admitted to himself that the reward for the robbery was not saving the Teller, but to have a date with Clara, even though she didn't know it was a date.
His feelings for Clara ranged from friendship, love, lust, passion, and possessiveness. The possessiveness frightened him the most; he felt it may be the hardest thing for Clara to accept in their new relationship. He knew being with her intimately, at times, would be contentious because of her independent and bossy nature, but he also knew the passion between them would be intense and very pleasurable for both of them.
However, if he was going to be intimate with her, his possessiveness was something that he and Clara would have to work through; because, the author of the story was right, he would want every bit of her; completely, fully and without restraint. He hoped Clara would understand his need and set aside some of her control, it will be difficult for both of them but he believed that their shared love would help them prevail.
Glancing down at his pants, he was happy to see his hardness return to its resting state. Now if he could keep from thinking about the many different sexual scenes of the story, Clara on a rug in his bedroom in front of the fireplace, them in her cabin on the "Orient Express", he and she on his leather chair in the console room.
"Damn!" he cursed as his trousers started to tent immediately, he really had a hard time staying focused when it came to Clara sometimes.
Knowing that he wasn't going to get anything done till he sated his needs, he released his belt and zipper, allowing his hardness to escape its confines. Closing his eyes, he relived each sensual scene in the story, stroking himself in the darkened room in a slow sensual movement, caressing the length of him, circling the tip. Repeating the movements till his abdomen constricted; within moments he yelled out with the intensity of his release. "CLARA!"
Clara fanned herself with the paperback copy of "Lolita". Receiving the Doctor's gift, marked the second copy of the book in her library; she always enjoyed the story but now she would never be able to read it again with some very stimulating images crossing her mind.
Possessiveness was definitely the message to her, from the Doctor, with this story. But, he will be surprised because, she would be just as possessive of him too. Well at least, till she stopped traveling with the Doctor and passed on to the next life. She is not naive to think that he would never love, or be possessive of another woman in his long life; however, till her time was done with him she would want him to have eyes only for her.
She would be committed to him just as she hoped he would be committed to her. She did admit that their relationship could not be described by simple words, like boyfriend or girlfriend, it is so much more.
As of yet, she didn't know how to define the relationship, maybe that is the point, there is no definitions for them. They were unique as individuals and will be just as unique together.
Clara clicked on her laptop to reread some of the more intimate scenes of the story, if the Doctor pursued her like his character did in the story, she would not have lasted. She would have let Danny go a long time ago, before things got complicated; before their relationship became more; before he died.
Deciding to not dwell "what could have's" she snuggled more deeply in her bed, closing her eyes she thought about what was about to come; the Doctor and her; in the TARDIS, traveling through time and space, having adventures during the day, then sharing a bed a night.
She couldn't wait to feel the Doctor's arms surrounding her body, as they snuggled in his large bed; feel the length of her body, naked, next to his. His long gorgeous fingers caressing her skin as he explored her body. In return she would do the same; touching him, loving him, submitting to him, becoming one with him.
Soon images, from her imagination and the story, mingled in her mind, her body becoming flush with need and arousal. Flipping onto her back, she caressed her skin with the tips of her fingers, moving slowly and methodically, to her final destination, the apex of her arousal.
Circling the pleasure nub of her sex, she sighed, giving into her pleasure. Entering her wetness with two her fingers she pretended that the fingers were the Doctor's. Imagining his body covering hers, she rubbed and penetrated till her body arched off the bed with its release.
The last sound, heard in the room, before silence was Clara's sigh, "Oh Doctor."