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Chapter 36

There was something surreal about the moment, something magical, and the Doctor wasn't entirely sure that he wasn't dreaming. It felt like a dream, kissing Clara, touching her and for a moment, the Doctor thought he was going to burst into laughter. Missy's plan had worked. Her utterly insane plan to woo Clara had actually worked. He smiled against her lips when Clara climbed on top of him, unable to hold back any longer. Finally, after waiting for years, she was his.

Suddenly, Clara broke their kiss and sucked in her breath before she came to look at him. "Everything okay?" she asked.

The Doctor couldn't help but beam at her in reply. He didn't even know what to say. He was just happy.

"Alright," Clara remarked with a smirk, obviously reading the approval from his face. "Shall we take our clothes off?"

It seemed that his heart stopped for a brief moment when the Doctor remembered one important detail. He had waited for years, he had hoped for this to happen every single day ever since he had met her and now that the moment had finally come, it seemed as if it was ruined by the tiniest detail.

The Doctor reached into his trouser pocket and frantically pulled out his wallet where he kept a single condom just in case, but as he looked at the date printed on the packaging, his heart sank into his boots. It seemed that he had waited a little too long.

"Doctor?" Clara asked curiously, a hint of a laugh in her voice when she noticed his expression. "What's the matter?"

He threw her an apologetic glance. "Expiration date," the Doctor said simply and his hopes vanished in an instant.

Yet to his surprise, Clara started to laugh as she took the condom from him and cast it aside. "You really need to get laid," she chuckled and bent down to kiss him again, but the Doctor kept her at a distance. He really didn't want to get his hopes up again. "I'm on the pill, silly."

The Doctor opened his mouth to respond, but Clara cut him off before he had a chance. "Shut up and take my clothes off," she demanded with a broad smile.

He didn't wait for her to repeat herself when he pulled her down on top of him and locked their lips in another kiss. Magical. That was what it felt like. The sensation of her body so close to his own, knowing that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, kissing her until they ran out of air. The Doctor never wanted this feeling to stop.

With trembling fingers, he started to unbutton her blouse and Clara seemed just as eager to relieve him of his clothes as their limbs were getting in the way of each other and he kept getting distracted by her kisses. At last, when Clara had thrown his shirt aside, the Doctor turned them over and climbed on top of her. He kissed his way down her neck, determined to cover every inch of her skin with his lips while Clara struggled to pull down his pants. She was impatient and it didn't help his own growing feeling of arousal as she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his member.

Suddenly, a sound of frustration escaped her mouth while the Doctor was still trying to focus on not giving in to his burgeoning urges.

"Doctor," she gasped his name as he continued his path of kisses down towards her breasts. "Doctor, please."

When he didn't react, Clara gave him a soft push until he landed on his back again and Clara leaned over him, smiling. "I really appreciate this, but could we maybe skip this part and get to the point?"

He frowned at her in reply. "Uhm, the. . . the point?" he spluttered.

"Nevermind," she replied, chuckling breathlessly. "I'll show you."

With a smile, Clara straddled his lap and bent down to kiss him roughly. Her hand wandered back to his cock and the Doctor uttered a soft moan as she started to stroke him again, a little more determinedly this time. He had dreamed about this so many times and he realized that the reality was infinitely better than his imagination. The touch of her hand alone was enough to send ripples through his body, to make him crave more, to move his hips to her rhythm while he was growing harder in her fist.

Clara moaned into his mouth as he followed her lead and led his hands towards her body, towards her sex and the Doctor felt a little thrill shoot through his abdomen when he found her already wet. She was grinding against his hand, her body begging for more until at last, she led him towards her entrance. She broke their kiss when she lowered herself on top of him and the Doctor heard her suck in her breath while he was trying his best to suppress another moan. As her heat engulfed him completely, the Doctor sank back into the pillows and decided that she could do whatever the hell she wanted as long as she didn't stop.

Still, the Doctor couldn't say whether he was caught in a dream or not, but for the moment, it didn't seem to matter at all. The sounds she made urged him on, causing him to thrust up and meet her, to dive into her a little more frantically by the minute. He wanted so much to please her, to make her fall apart just like he was beginning to melt underneath her, so he lowered he hand back to her sex and started teasing her clit while Clara continued to drive herself down on top of him. She gasped when he was beginning to speed up his movements and the Doctor could tell that she was close by her ragged breathing, but it became increasingly hard to focus when the sensation of her was so overwhelming that he thought he was going to derail any moment.

The Doctor sat up, desperately pulling Clara deeper onto his lap as he buried himself inside of her. When he crushed their lips together in a breathless, sloppy kiss, she whimpered into his mouth. Her movements were uncoordinated and frantic as she was closing in on her orgasm and as her muscles started pulsing around his member. Even though he was desperate for air, desperate to let himself go, the Doctor kept on kissing her and thrust into her again. Clara cried out and her head fell back while her climax pushed him over the edge at last. His own orgasm ripped through him like a violent wave that seemed to reach every last cell in his body and with a groan, he released himself inside of her.

Panting and desperate for air, they disentangled themselves from their embrace and the Doctor leaned back into the sheets. His body was still tingling all over in the afterglow and it would be a while until his heartbeat and breathing returned to normal.

He turned to look at Clara, but to his surprise, she was avoiding his gaze. As if by instinct, he looked away again. She was naked and sweaty, her body glowing and somehow, it seemed wrong to look at her like that when she was so vulnerable.

"Uhm," she uttered awkwardly then cleared her throat. The Doctor had no idea what she wanted to say. "Thanks."

"Thanks?" he asked in disbelief. That was the last thing he had expected to hear from her.

"Yeah, well, you know." Clara paused. "It was. . . good. Very good. Incredibly good."

The Doctor had no idea what to reply and when he thought he confusion had finally ended, he found that he felt more confused than ever. They had finally admitted to their attraction, they had slept together. He had expected to feel happy, not awkward. When Clara turned towards the bedside table, the Doctor suddenly got a sinking feeling. Maybe he had made everything worse by sleeping with her.

"Wow, is that the time?" Clara asked, a pretend sound of surprise in her voice. "We should probably try to get some sleep."

Even though Clara couldn't see it with her head turned away from him, the Doctor nodded. "Yeah, probably."

Slowly, he rose from the bed and reached for his clothes that Clara had spread over the entire hotel room floor in her frenzy. While he got dressed, the Doctor racked his brain for something to say, for something that could make everything better again, for a way to turn back time and undo this silly thing they had just done, but his mind was utterly empty. When he closed the hotel room door behind him, the Doctor thought that this time, he had definitely messed up. Whatever happened from now on, their friendship would never be the same again.