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Chapter 11

The Doctor felt her nails dig into the flesh of his back as she came and he muffled her whimpering with his hand as best as he could while trying to avoid making to much noise himself. He bit down on his lip as he plunged deeper inside of her when his own orgasm came crushing over him like a wave and his movements ceased as he spilled himself.

With a quiet groan he pulled out and sank into the pillows next to Clara, his breathing ragged and his mind utterly blank and clear.

"I'm starting to reconsider my aversion," Clara said, giggling as she let her hand wander across his chest.

The Doctor turned his head to look at Clara, her face still flushed with arousal and her hair a complete mess. But he had to admit that she looked quite beautiful this way.

"I should hope so," he replied and before he could think better of it he leaned into her and kissed her again.

All he had wanted was to accompany his son's class on this school trip so it could take place and now he was lying in bed with Logan's English teacher. If his son ever found out. . .

When their lips parted Clara was still giggling. "Well, I never said I liked you. You're going to have to do better than this."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "Better than this? I think you're already enjoying your extracurricular activities quite a lot, Miss Oswald."

She grinned at him, biting her lip. "Yeah, maybe I do."

The Doctor sighed as he rested his head back against the pillows again.

"I kinda feel like having a smoke right now," he said, waiting for her to scold him for even thinking about smoking in the vicinity of the children.

"You smoke?" Clara asked to his surprise.

"Quit when Logan was born. Smoked my last cigarette after they told me both mother and child were healthy," the Doctor couldn't help but laugh, "Still, right now I feel like it."

He felt Clara shrug next to him. "I think I've seen a cigarette machine when we arrived. It's just down the street."

The Doctor turned around once more, eyeing her suspiciously. "Are you encouraging me to do this?"

"Maybe," she giggled, "I mean, this is a school trip. You're supposed to cause a bit of trouble on a school trip."

"I am pretty sure that goes for the children, not their teachers."

"It's past 10 – the children should all be in bed."

The Doctor laughed. "Oh, Clara Oswald, what have I made of you?," he said, pulling her closer for another kiss, "Not scolding me for letting the children stay up late, encouraging me to smoke, having sex with your student's father. I'm a bad influence for you."

"Only as long as the children aren't watching," Clara reminded him, "So, wanna go out for a smoke or not?"

They got dressed in a hurry but not without watching each other intently as they did. The Doctor had no idea where this thing with Clara was headed. They hadn't really gotten along so far, she was his son's teacher, he was a lot older and then there was the issue with Logan. But he was beginning to enjoy being around her and they still had half the class trip left to get to know each other.

Quietly they sneaked out of the room onto the silent corridor and when the Doctor held his ear to Danny's and Martha's room he could hear them talk. He nodded into the direction of the exit and they both darted outside as quickly and quietly as they could.

They didn't say much as they made their way down the street and the silence was beginning to bother him a little, maybe because it gave Clara time to think and the Doctor was scared she might start to consider what they had done another mistake when he thought it was anything but.

"So, how do you like Skye?" he asked after a moment.

Clara shrugged. "I haven't really seen much of it. But what I did see was beautiful. Peaceful, I guess."

"Well, I'm sure you can see a bit more if your ankle is better."

Clara nodded but didn't answer. When they had reached the cigarette machine the Doctor stuck a few coins in and retrieved the package from it, immediately opening it.

"Can I have one, too?" Clara asked and the Doctor's eyes widened.

"Since when do you smoke?"

"I don't," she replied immediately, shuffling her feet nervously, "Well, I've tried as a teenager like everyone else."

The Doctor shrugged and wordlessly handed her one of the cigarettes before offering her fire as well. As soon as the cigarette was lit and Clara took a breath she coughed the smoke back out, almost choking on the stinging sensation.

"Whoah," she said, coughing again, "Now I remember why I only tried once."

She handed him the cigarette back and the Doctor took a long drag before sitting down on a large stone next to the machine. Slowly he exhaled the smoke.

"So," Clara said, taking a seat next to him.

"So," he repeated and for a moment the awkward silence fell again.

"You told me Logan's mother died," Clara began but then stopped, obviously changing her mind about asking, "Nevermind."

"Nevermind?" the Doctor frowned at her.

She let out a sigh. "I was considering asking you about her but then I decided not to cause you might not want to talk about it and we don't even like each other, well, not really. I thought it might be too personal."

"We had sex twice so I'm guessing we already got personal," he said, "I don't mind talking about her. What do you want to know?"

Clara waited for a moment before she spoke.

"You said you were glad that she was dead, that she was a lousy mother. It's just rare to hear a widower talk badly about his late wife."

The Doctor took a deep breath. "She didn't want Logan, not really. We weren't married for that long when she got pregnant and she agreed to having the baby if I helped out. I said yes, of course. Even though it wasn't planned I was happy. I even quit my job at the hospital and opened a private practice, something that I had never wanted but for Logan I didn't even think twice about it. My wife wasn't ready to make sacrifices for her career however. She was off as soon as she could, travelling on business all over the world, leaving me to raise Logan almost completely on my own. She came home, yes, every other weekend, brought him nice presents, took him to the playground or the cinema or wherever he wanted to go. Logan absolutely adored her. Then I found out she was having an affair and we both agreed that we'd be better off separated. Then she decided she wanted full custody."

"What?" Clara asked, interrupting him.

"Yes, that was my reaction, too. She didn't even have a permanent residence, she hardly knew Logan at all. I told her I wouldn't allow her to take my son from me, take him out of his environment, away from his friends. We both hired lawyers, without Logan knowing about any of it, of course. The divorce, yes, but not the custody battle. It was nasty and she was building a really good case about how a mother should never be separated from her child."

"What happened then?"

"A truck hit her car on her way back from her lawyer," the Doctor explained and took another drag from his cigarette, "I can't say I was sorry for long."

"Still, that's terrible for Logan. I'm guessing you never told him about any of that?"

The Doctor snorted. "Of course not and I never will. Despite everything, she was his mother and in her own way she was good to him. He loved her. It would be very wrong to take that away from him. He's struggling to deal with her death as it is."

Suddenly he felt Clara's hand on his own and he turned his head to look at her. In the light of the street lamp he saw her smiling.

"I was wrong again. You're not a good father," she paused and the Doctor was about to frown at her once more, "You're a great one."

He smiled back, but weakly. "Logan can't ever find out about what we're doing. He's not ready for me to be with someone else. He could get the wrong idea."

"How do you know?" Clara asked him.

"There was someone. She was selling pharmaceuticals, that's how we met. While the fight over custody was still on. Logan didn't take it so well and then his mother died, so I decided to devote myself to him for the time being. He's the most important person in my life and right now he needs me more than I need a woman."

"That's very noble of you," she commented, "But you do realize that Logan has to grow up at some point? You can't protect him forever."

"I know," he replied, throwing the finished cigarette on the ground and squashing it with his boot, "But right now I still can."

The Doctor rose from his sitting position and held out his hand for Clara to take before dragging her up as well. She fell against his chest and the Doctor immediately pressed their lips together for another kiss, thinking that maybe he was wrong and he needed a woman in his life more than he was willing to admit.