*Hello everyone! Time for another prompt and there are 8 more coming your way over the weekend, you lucky ducks! This one is for whouffletothemax, my awesome prompt advisor and it's a Smoleman prompt. Now I'm uncomfortable writing Smoleman because I think shipping real people is weird unless they're actually together, so I cheated and wrote a Whouffle prompt set in the Transitions verse where they role play Smoleman. So yeah, smut warning and as ever Transitions spoilers and please keep sending in your prompts, either by PM or review, I'll get round to them when I can! Many thanks, The Potter Doctor*

Clara rolled over in bed, so that she was lying on top of the Doctor. He grinned up at her, the smile wide on his face. Clara teased him, her hair trickling down onto him, her bare breasts hovering over him. He leaned in to kiss her and she responded in kind. She was pondering something and she had been for a while. They were newlyweds and Clara was interested in trying new things in the bedroom. She was nibbling on her lip as they pulled out of the kiss and the Doctor eyed her strangely, as if trying to work out her thought process.

"What is it?" he asked, trying to squirm out from under her. She wasn't having any of it.

"It's just," Clara took a deep breath. "You remember when we went to that alternate universe? The one where we were played by Matt Smith and Jenna-Louise Coleman?"

"Yes," the Doctor mused, smiling patronisingly. "Of course I do. What of it?"

"Well, do you not think it's weird that they weren't together?" Clara burst out and the Doctor laughed. "Sorry, I mean. Can we do a role play?"

"A role play?" he raised an eyebrow. "Clara, they're not from our world. They aren't us. They are real people with real lives and it's not fair of us to judge them and tell them who to be with. I imagine they get enough of that in their world, with those people on Twitter and Facebook who write those weird things."

"I just meant!" Clara gasped. "Can I pretend to be Jenna, coming over from a break up with my boyfriend and you can pretend to be Matt and comfort me?"

The Doctor seemed very apprehensive about this idea and managed to stammer several problems with it before Clara let out a huge giggle and jumped out of bed, throwing on a set of clothes. When the Doctor quizzed her, she shot him a look that said: 'Well I can't well knock on your door naked can I?' He felt nerves squirt through him and it wasn't until Clara was outside and knocking on his door about ten minutes later, once he was also dressed, that he felt excited. He went to open the door and Clara threw herself into his arms, sobbing.

"Cl-Jenna?" he asked, rolling his eyes at the stupidity of the whole thing. "What's wrong?"

"I've been dumped Matt!" Clara wept, letting her northern accent lilt more into the conversation and he immediately found that it turned him on more. "My boyfriend dumped me!"

She was really getting into this, the Doctor realised, as her sobs were genuine, tears streaming down her face as she buried her face in his jacket. He guided her inside, really unsure about what he should be doing here. He decided just to act as he would if this was Amy, crying over Rory. No, that would be weird. Act as if it was Clara, crying over some stupid boy she had dated before they fell in love. Or rather before she fell in love with him, for he supposed he had always been in love with her in his own stupid way.

"Jenna," he cooed softly, guiding her over to the sofa. "Tea will solve everything. I'll make you tea!" He rushed into the kitchen, mentally kicking himself as he quickly prepared two mugs. What the hell was he playing at? He rushed back to Clara, whose tear streaked face pushed itself into a watery smile when he sat beside her. "I'm sorry about him!" the Doctor tried and she shot him a look that said: 'Are you even trying?'

"Matt," Clara said softly and the Doctor turned to look at her. "Why would he do this to me? What's so wrong with me that blokes think I'm not worth it?"

"I don't know!" the Doctor replied honestly, letting his emotions take over. "I've always failed to understand the stupidity of hu-men!" he corrected himself quickly, earning himself a grin and an elbow to the ribs from Clara. "I've always thought you were beautiful," he admitted. "And amazing. And so totally worth it, so I genuinely can't understand why any bloke would dump you. If you were my girlfriend," he tried not to snort at the absurdity of it all. "I'd never ever dump you, because you are absolutely perfect."

"You really think that?" Clara asked him with big doe eyes. The Doctor had to admit, she was a fantastic actress. He almost believed her surprise, but there was just a hint in her eyes of something more than that. Something that betrayed Clara's real feelings towards him and the fact that she already knew that. He told her almost every day. "Oh Matt!"

Clara swooned dramatically, before throwing herself on him, snogging him. The Doctor responded in kind, kissing Clara in kind and before he knew it, she was topless and his shirt was being thrown to the wayside. Their kiss deepened and Clara let out a heavy breath as his lips moved to her neck. The role play aspect was almost gone, as it became two souls intertwining, their kisses loving and their touches soft yet hard at the same time. As he entered her, Clara felt herself gasp and when she exploded, she couldn't bring herself to say Matt, instead screaming out the Doctor's name. He followed suit and then they collapsed on the sofa. They looked at each other and laughed.

"That was the weirdest thing I've ever done," the Doctor admitted. "And I do weird for a living. I mean at one point there were five of me in a room together. How weird is that?"

"I know what you mean," Clara breathed.

"How did you get into character so effectively?" the Doctor asked and Clara pursed her lips. She didn't say anything and the Doctor nudged her ribs. "Clara?"

"It doesn't matter," she replied breezily. He shot her a fierce look and she took a deep breath. "I just remembered how I felt when I thought you'd ditched me for River," she admitted, biting her lip. "But it's all better now, so you don't have to feel guilty about it."

"Oh Clara," the Doctor sighed, kissing her forehead lightly. "I'll never stop feeling guilty."