Chapter 14

The Doctor couldn't stop thinking about Clara and their situation and he had a hard time focusing on anything, especially given the state she had left him in. The Doctor had liked her before, now he downright admired Clara and even though she had agreed to give them a chance he still felt like he had made a huge mistake. Who knew – maybe she was even the one worth risking another broken heart for by trying a real relationship again. Sometime in the future. Not immediately.

The next morning he got up extremely early and went into the garden to pick a few flowers and came to a halt in front of her bedroom door right as she opened it. Clara stared at him first and then eyed the flowers in his hand curiously.

"What are those for?" she asked him.

"You," the Doctor cleared his throat, "I, erm. . . I think I was a bit of an idiot."

"You apologized yesterday."

The Doctor held the flowers in her direction. "Not properly, I'm afraid."

Clara sighed as she took the flowers from him and smelled them for a moment before she came to look at him again. "How is this going to work? This casual thing? Am I allowed to kiss you? Touch you? What?"

"You're allowed to do whatever you want. With whoever you want."

"Good," she concluded, "Then I'd like to kiss you now."

He chuckled. "You don't have to announce it."

"Yeah, but you're taller than me and I was hoping you could bend down," she stated simply and looked at him with her large, brown eyes so that the Doctor couldn't help but smile as he brought their lips together for a kiss. Clara hooked her arms around his neck and as their kiss deepened the Doctor found himself with the back against the wall and Clara's body pressed tightly against his own, grinding against all the right places. She was so sweet, so small in his arms and he wanted her too much. He had spent the entire time since their encounter in the library wanting her and his need was growing with every moment their lips were locked.

"Clara," he said, clearing his throat once she came up for air, "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to stop you right there."

"Why?" she asked, a frown appearing on her face.

The Doctor couldn't help but laugh. "Because you're teasing me and it's not appropriate to go to work half hard."

Clara gave a light shrug as her gaze wandered to his crotch. "If we skip the swimming we should have a little time."

He swallowed hard as she placed the flowers on the floor and her hands swiftly wandered to his belt and trouser buttons, undoing them before he found the words to protest.

"Are you serious?" he asked her when she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his underpants. The Doctor hissed at the contact of skin. "Cause if you're not serious, that would be really, really mean."

He was half erect already when her fingers closed around his cock and tugged at him, her hand so gentle that it made him want more and he was rocking against her palm before he could stop himself.

"Yeah, that really wasn't so nice of me yesterday," Clara giggled, "But you showed up with flowers, which means you've learned your lesson."

"I knew there was a trap in there somewhere," he moaned when she tightened her grip around him and closed his eyes. He had been a fool to believe that he had the upper hand in this when he started to come apart at the easiest touch by her hand.

But suddenly her hand was gone and when the Doctor opened his eyes again he saw that she was sinking down on her knees in front of him, pulling his trousers down with her.

"I've never done this, so you have to give me some instructions," Clara said as she positioned herself right in front of him, staring up at him expectantly.

The Doctor was almost ready to tell her to just take him into her mouth and do whatever the hell she wanted, instructions be damned. The pure sight of her alone was enough to scramble his mind utterly.

"Uhm," he spluttered, "Tongue. Using tongue is good."

"Like this?" she asked right before she went to hold him and ran her tongue flat across the underside of his cock and came out swirling around the tip. The Doctor moaned at the warm sensation of her tongue on him and hated it when it ended.

"Yeah," he breathed, "Like that. Mhhh."

When Clara closed her lips around his tip and moved her tongue around he thought he should have taken matters into his own hand last night after the library. At least he wouldn't be so goddamn desperate for it right now. She let him glide out of her mouth again, leaving him hanging once again as she explored him fully with her tongue and the hand that wasn't holding him steady wrapped around his balls while the blood kept flowing from his brain, making him almost painfully hard.

"Clara," he murmured, his fingers curling into her hair, "Please, let me in your mouth."

"How?" she asked innocently.

The Doctor let out a frustrated groan. "Blimey, Clara, I don't care, just don't it."

Clara giggled before she licked her lips and placed them right at the tip of his cock. The Doctor instinctively pushed forward, breaking through the barrier she had made with her lips and moaned when he was finally surrounded by the hot wetness of her mouth. He was ready to pull out and plunge back into her when suddenly Clara pulled back and the Doctor inhaled sharply, letting his head hit the wall behind him. She had teased him to the point that he felt ready to burst and he really, really craved some form of release.

"Please," he begged her, his voice strained in his arousal.

He almost thanked her when he felt her lips back around him and she was beginning to slowly suck him into her mouth. The Doctor tightened his grip in her hair.

"Yes, like that," he breathed, "Just faster."

The Doctor couldn't suppress the moan that came over him when she sped up her movements and let him glide in and out of her mouth, using her tongue to rub against the underside of his cock and each time taking in a little more of him. Carefully he started to rock into her mouth, using up all the remaining restraint he could muster not to make her take him all at once even though he wanted to. By now his arousal had almost grown to a burning sensation. It was wonderful, her sweet lips around him, the small sounds she made that told him she liked it, too, but it wasn't quite enough to make him come and he really needed to.

"Clara," he whimpered, "Harder, please."

"Harder?" she asked, looking up at him as if she had no idea what was going on inside of him, how desperate he was.

"Gods, Clara," he panted, trying to find the words to express his frustration and failing. Instead he settled for pleading, "Please, please, I'll do anything you want if you just let me come now."

When she sucked him back into her mouth, harder and faster this time the Doctor almost spilled himself inside her out of sheer surprise. Instead he wrapped his hands around the back of her head and guided her movements, slowly speeding up as he fucked her into her mouth. The Doctor started to utter a series of groans as the pressure was building up inside of him and by accident he plunged just a little too deep inside of her and hit the back of her throat, causing Clara to gag around him. He quickly pulled back a little but the sound she had made had almost pushed him over the edge at once.

"Clara," he muttered hoarsely to warn her, "I'm coming. I'm-"

He gave her a chance to pull him out of her mouth but instead Clara only sucked a little harder and suddenly his knees went weak and he was overcome by the waves of a long overdue climax as he released himself into her mouth and Clara swallowed around him.

The Doctor slumped back against the wall, panting heavily while she licked him clean, tasting the last drops of his abating arousal. All he wanted to do was sink down on the floor to where Clara was, hold her in his arms and rest, but instead he pulled her up to his kiss her reddened lips.

"Please," he begged her, still trying to catch his breath, "Don't ever torture me like that again."

"You seemed to have enjoyed it," she giggled happily and the Doctor only groaned. He had never even for a second had the upper hand in their relationship. She might be inexperienced but she knew just how to wrap him around her little finger. He already dreaded the day she would ask something of him that normally he would never give but for her he would probably do whatever the hell she wanted.

OOO

It was early afternoon when Clara made her way to the kitchen when suddenly the Doctor came in through the front door. She turned around in surprise and looked at him.

"There's a call for you in my practice," he told her.

Clara frowned at him. She couldn't really remember giving out the number of the Doctor's practice at all. "Who is it?"

"Your friend Nina. Wants to talk to you. I don't know, something about your family," the Doctor explained.

Clara rolled her eyes while she followed him out of the door and into the other part of the house that was separate from the rest and that the Doctor used as his practice. There was a woman and her little boy sitting in the waiting room and the Doctor told them to wait a couple more minutes before he led her into his office and left her alone to talk to Nina.

"Yes?" she said as she answered the phone, "What's so important?"

"Emergency. Your parents know you no longer live with me," Nina said.

Clara let out a groan.

"I'm sorry, but they called five days in a row and I couldn't keep lying and saying you were in the bathroom so I told them you moved. And I gave them your new address."

"Nina-"

"It's not like they're going to visit you. They might send a postcard or a letter and that's it. No reason to freak out. I just thought I should let you know."

Clara sighed. It could have been a lot worse. Her parents could have announced that they'd be coming to America and wanted to visit her. She could deal with letters and postcards.

"Yeah, thanks for warning me. And thanks for trying," Clara muttered eventually.

There was a pause before Nina spoke again. "I haven't heard from you at all since you moved out. Is everything okay?"

A large smile spread over Clara's face even though her friend couldn't see it. "Yeah," she said eventually, "Everything's great. We need to catch up some time. I have lots to tell you."

"So, you and the Doctor?"

"Yes," Clara confirmed happily, "Me and the Doctor."