*Okay so this is quite a short prompt, based on yesterday's Mind Control prompt, only smutty, for whouffletothemax. I'm not great at writing smut, never have been. So this is probably not great and obviously carries a sexual content warning (duh, it's smut). I hope you guys like it and please keep sending in prompts, I've got all the time in the world at the moment. There's another prompt up around 4pm, it's a another one based on Gallifreyan and it's set ages after Transitions, so I'm really hoping that it's a good one. The Potter Doctor*
Clara had been looking forward to this part. She had only two hours and twenty minutes left until the Doctor's mind control drug wore off and he was back to his normal self. They were stood in their bedroom and he was stood in front of her, willing to do whatever she desired. She knew exactly where to start.
"Doctor," she instructed. "Kiss me. Properly. And get those hands working."
And he did. Oh boy did he. Whether it was the fact that the Doctor beneath the mind control was shining through or perhaps it was just because under her control, he had to give everything his best shot, but the Doctor's kiss was incredible, red hot passion raging through it, his hands mussed in her hair, running through it and tugging and tangling it. She could barely breathe, but pulled away from the kiss long enough to moan: "Now take my top off, don't stop kissing me." She undressed him as he undressed her, pulling her top over her head and dismissing it. She had half expected him to be very static, robotic, only following her exact commands, but even in his trance state, he seemed in tuned to her body. Her implicit orders and gestures were followed as he kissed her passionately, his hands weaving and dancing and her own messed in his hair.
"Bra," Clara breathed and he removed it, swift as you like. His hands rubbed against her breasts and she squealed, letting the kiss continue. Per her instructions, he removed what remained of her clothing as she disposed of his trousers. She guided him onwards and he did whatever she asked, his kisses alive, his hands working magic.
"Okay Doctor," Clara grinned. "Now fuck me."