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Chapter 21

Clara plopped down in the seat next to Amy and took a large sip of her drink. She didn't even know why she was trying to be nice to the Doctor when he was clearly a total knobhead. Yes, maybe she should have mentioned Danny and yes, she shouldn't have made him lie for her, but after two weeks, Clara had expected him to finally let it go. He was rude and extremely unprofessional. And that show at the dart board had been completely unnecessary.

"Arsehole," Clara muttered under her breath and continued to sip her cocktail, but her thoughts kept circling around the Doctor regardless of the distraction.

"Who? Me?" Amy asked and Clara realized that she had probably said it a little more loudly than intended.

She looked up at Amy. "No, not you obviously," she replied. "The Doctor."

"What is that between you two? You squabbled like two school children who are secretly in love when we went to the studio."

Clara scoffed. "Oh, trust me. We are most definitely not in love," she said, almost laughing at the ridiculousness of Amy's statement. She could never fall in love with a man like him. At this point, Clara doubted she could fall in love at all. "I hate him."

"Why?" her friend wanted to know.

Why? That was a very good question. Clara couldn't even name a specific reason, but everything between them had gone wrong from the very first meeting and even the sex hadn't changed it, which was probably what she hated most about him. Despite his rudeness and the way he just managed to push her buttons, the Doctor was the best shag she had ever had and even now, a part of her just wanted to drag him into an empty room and take off his really quite magnificent three-piece suit. It really wasn't fair at all.

Clara would have loved to tell Amy about everything, but she knew that she couldn't. Her friend wouldn't understand and, above all, she would tell her how horrible it was of her to cheat on Danny. That was something Clara had already figured out on her own and she didn't actually need Amy to confirm that.

"I don't know," Clara admitted eventually, followed by a heavy sigh. "We just don't get along."

At least not outside of the bedroom or the studio. How were they ever going to finish this album?

"Well, you'll have to," Amy reasoned. "At least for as long as you're working together."

"I know that," Clara groaned.

"Do you want to hear my advice?"

Clara raised her eyebrows at her friend and waited, hoping it would be a good one.

"Go and talk to him. Tell him you're both adults and if you can't get along, Missy and I are gonna come over and scold you for squabbling like the children you are," Amy said. "You've seen Missy and how scary she can be."

"I tried that," she argued.

"Try again. Now," her manager said sternly. "Preferably before he leaves."

"Alright," Clara growled and frowned at her friend. She was right, of course. And maybe the additional threat of their managers would make him see reason, so Clara finished her drink and rose from her seat, determined to go looking for the Doctor before he left the party.

It took her a while, but Clara eventually managed to spot him among the crowd and to her dismay, she realized that he was already wearing his coat and heading towards the front door.

"Doctor!"

He turned his head, but as soon as he realized who had called him, quickly resumed his stride, obviously more eager to get away than before. Clara sped up her pace and followed him. He wasn't going to get away so easily.

"Doctor, stop right there! Do not leave this house or I swear I will make a scene in front of everyone else!"

Finally, he came to a halt, but when he turned back to look at her, the expression on his face was an angry stare.

"What do you want?!" he spat.

"I talked to Amy and she's right," Clara told him. "We're behaving like children and this stops now!"

The Doctor scoffed and Clara knew that he was about to throw something back at her, but she didn't even give him a chance. Instead, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back inside through the crowd of chatting people.

"Hey! Let go!"

"Not a chance!" she said and dragged him towards the nearest door. Behind it, Clara discovered a bathroom and once she had determined that it was perfect, she pushed him inside and locked the door behind them. "We're going to settle this and we're gonna settle it now!"

"How on earth are you gonna settle being a nasty bitch?!"

"Well, same way you're gonna settle being a complete arsehole!" Clara shouted at him. "Has it ever occurred to you that I'm being a bitch because you keep being such an arse?!"

"Or maybe it's the other way around, have you considered that?!"

"Don't blame that on me!"

"You started it," the Doctor said and pointed straight at her. "You had a go at me for stepping on your foot."

"Well, I had a bad day. There was no reason for you to be an arse the second time we met!"

"You weren't exactly a saint either and that thing with the altar boy-"

A knock interrupted him mid-sentence and Clara spun around in an instant and shouted at whoever was on the other side of the door.

"We're busy! Try the upstairs bathroom!" Then she turned back around and looked him straight in the eye. "I hate you, you know that?"

"I hate you more, trust me."

It was ridiculous. They were both ridiculous and Clara was fully aware of it, but neither of them wanted to admit it in front of the other and neither of them wanted to take the first step because it would mean losing their fight. So Clara did the only thing she could think of, the only thing she knew would shut him up and end their fight. She stepped forward, reached for the lapels of his coat and used the moment of surprise to pull him down until their lips met.

It was rough, almost violent as they crashed their mouths together, teeth clattering at the impact, but in a matter of seconds, the Doctor wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body as if he had only waited for her to make this exact move. It was amazing and it was terrible because Clara knew how it would end and despite Danny, she wanted it that way.

Then the Doctor pushed her away, glowering at her. "No," he growled and instantly distanced himself from her. "This. . . this isn't gonna happen."

"It already happened. Keep up."

"That was before I knew about the altar boy, before I knew that you were using me!"

"Oh, come on," Clara yelled at him, rolling her eyes. "Don't pretend that you weren't using me in the exact same way! Don't pretend you don't want this as much as I do!"

The Doctor stopped and looked at her for a long moment and that was when Clara knew that she finally had him. They were the same, only trying to pretend they were better than the other. At last, they had found a common ground.

"I still hate you," the Doctor mumbled.

"So do I," Clara replied and granted him a mischievous smile. She waited for a moment, but the Doctor remained quiet. "So, uhm. . . I believe I still owe you one for that moment when we were so rudely interrupted."

"By your boyfriend."

"Shut up," Clara giggled when she approached him and dropped her hands to his belt, tugging at it to pull him closer. "Danny isn't my boyfriend."

The Doctor frowned at her in response, but it was obvious that he had already given in because he didn't even protest when Clara started undoing his belt. "You keep changing your mind about that," he stammered. "That, uhm, that's a little confusing."

Clara sank down on her knees in front of him, pulling his trousers and pants down in the process to reveal his member that was already twitching in excitement. When another knock on the bathroom door interrupted them, Clara didn't even turn around to respond. Instead, her eyes remained on him and she was smiling at the thought of taking him into her mouth.

"Busy!" she called out and then dropped her voice to address the Doctor. "I'm enjoying these little encounters with you too much to stop. What about you?"

"Well, uhm," he spluttered when Clara reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. She hadn't even started and he was already melting at her touch. It was almost adorable and it was certainly a lot of fun. "It's not entirely disgusting."

Clara smiled to herself before she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his tip and slowly started to suck him into her mouth. She would get him to admit that he was enjoying it one way or another.

The Doctor uttered a low, almost inaudible sound when she took him into her mouth and placed her hands on his hips to keep him steady. In return, his hands wandered to her head and for a brief moment, Clara worried about what it would do to her hair before she decided that it didn't matter at all. He was beginning to harden inside her mouth.

"Why am I letting you do this?" he muttered more to himself than to her and then sucked his breath in between his teeth when she tightened her lips around him.

Clara ignored him and instead focused on the task at hand and it didn't take long before his protests ceased completely and he was rocking into her mouth at an increasing speed. When she swirled her tongue around his tip, Clara could already taste him.

The Doctor moaned softly and in the back of her head, Clara was aware of the knocking on the bathroom door, but she didn't care about it in the least while the Doctor was beginning to fall apart under her touch. Just for a moment, there was no squabbling, no fighting, not even a silly, little album mattered anymore. All that was important was what was happening between them right now.

"Clara," his hissed between his teeth as his hands cradled her head, his fingers buried deep in her hair and she could tell by his heavy breathing that he was close. He was rock solid and leaking into her mouth as he continued to thrust into her, obviously trying his best to hold back.

In response, Clara hummed softly in an attempt to show him that it was okay, that she was loving it, that she herself was so turned on it was becoming increasingly hard not to reach down between her own legs to tend to that itch that had been bugging her for a few minutes now.

Suddenly, his movements came to a halt and the Doctor gasped as he spilt himself over her tongue and Clara swallowed around him before she let him glide out of her mouth.

"I really shouldn't let you do this," he remarked, sounding a little out of breath while Clara pulled his trousers back up and granted him a smile.

"I'm counting on you to repay me later," she said mischievously and finally, he smiled back at her.

"Tomorrow," he said breathlessly. "Tomorrow evening. Your place."

"You better bring that guitar of yours," Clara told him. "We've got songs to write."

Before the Doctor had a chance to say anything else, Clara turned around and unlocked the bathroom door. She had to leave before either of them said something stupid again that would tear down the bridge they had managed to build. So what if they hated each other. At last, they had found a way to communicate.

"What happened to your knees?" Amy wanted to know when Clara sat back down next to her friend.

She reached for the cocktail she had left on the table and took a sip. "Nothing," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Did you manage to talk some sense into the Doctor?"

Clara couldn't help but grin at her friend's question. He had seen sense, yes, but there hadn't been a lot of talking involved in that. "Yeah, I did," she only half lied. As long as she didn't think about Danny while she was with him, everything was going to be fine. "He's gonna behave, I think."

"Good," her friend concluded and Clara watched from afar as the Doctor made his way through the crowd and towards the front door.

There was no going back for either of them now. Clara had him wrapped around her little finger and the Doctor knew that as well as she did. Somehow, she had the feeling that she was going to enjoy their collaboration more than she had initially thought.