Pillow Talk

TARDIS

"Breathe in…breathe out." The Doctor thought to Clara as they snuggled their bare, naked forms close together on their bed. Well, to put it bluntly, their wrinkled, messed up, sweat laced bed. Clara took these small moments of comforting silence to just look around the bedroom in appreciation, for the Doctor had wanted to stylize it for some time, and she agreed. No longer was it a bare, mundane bedroom with barely anything to it other than a queen-sized bed. The Doctor had changed it all now. The room's walls looked as if they were made out of brick and stone, with a pair of windows on the left side that had blood red curtains with golden embroidery. The bed's blanket, at least the one that has been crumpled up in the last few hours of sleep and…well…loving, had a snow-white fur quality to the majority that would have laid over the bed, while the part that draped over the sides was a patchwork of blue and cream, made in an echo shape of elongated tiles. On the right side of the bed was a wooden bedside table, while on the wall beneath the window was a wooden work desk, which bore on it random discarded papers and scrolls along with a flower vase that sat blooming on the windowsill. All in all, it looked rather like a slightly modernistic version of a medieval castle bedroom, and even the TARDIS had created the illusion of sunlight pouring in through the windows in what would be the morning, or pale moonlight when it would be night-time. Either way, Clara had no problem with it whatsoever.

"I love what you've done in here, Doctor." Clara commented warmly, looking back up at him from his chest in a soft doe eyed gaze of adoration, to which he returned, just not as infinitely inflated.

"Thank you, Clara." He mewled, stroking her hair and kissing her right between her eyes, to which she blinked.

"Doctor, no one kisses there." Clara quipped lightly, and he chuckled, running a hand up and down her back.

"Well, you won't get any more from me then." He retorted, and Clara's eyes widened in shock.

"What?" Clara muttered, but his smile didn't fade, and her jaw dropped, causing him to laugh at her.

"You don't get that kind of shock anymore, do you?" He asked. Clara's shock faded somewhat, as he planted one kiss on her lips before trailing down her left cheek, stopping his small travel at a point just below her jawline. "Then again, you look beautiful with anything, Clara." He said earnestly, lightly sucking on her neck and she gave a low mewling moan in her throat.

"Even if I'm pissed off at you?" She asked with a tiny squeak.

He pulled back and gave her a nod. "Yes. Then again, that's a…different kind of beautiful." He said mischievously.

Clara herself raised her eyebrows, deciding to store away the mischievous thought she just had about his words. Not yet. Not just yet. "Well, I'll think of something." She said simply, moving up just slightly so she could kiss up and down his own neck, before sucking lightly, almost causing his hand to slip around her chest, but she caught it with a small smirk.

"Clara." He moaned in a small whimper, as the woman rolled him over onto his back, pushing his arms down flat against the bed, as she continued to kiss at every sensitive point just beneath his jawline. Then, she kissed up his neck, up his right check before catching his earlobe between her teeth, pulling with just the right tension, before letting go and kissing his ear.

"You gave me a very good idea, my Doctor." She purred in his ear.

The Doctor felt something cold around his wrists, which was followed by two small yet simultaneous clicking noises, and he found his arms restrained suddenly by handcuffs against the bed. "What?" He muttered, his arms restrained against the bedside, only able to move them up from the mattress just slightly until the handcuffs held him back. "Clara, when did you-"

"Shhh." She muttered, before drawing back and tilting her head with a seductive glare that sent very pleasant shivers through his body. "You must do only one thing, Doctor. Do you know what that is?" She asked in a husky whisper, to which he shook his head silently. "Don't move an inch." She said as she leant down, shoving her tongue right down his throat for a few moments, before she cruelly parted, pressing her soft, velvet like cheek against his face in a taunting manner that made him whimper. "I did promise you a reward after all." She purred, tracing her kisses down his chest, down his abdomen, until he felt her soft lips right there.

"Clara." He moaned, almost involuntarily moving his head, but he felt the barest scrape of her teeth and he stopped.

"Shhh. It's all right." He heard her husky voice in his mind, before she continued in her worship, and all he could do, restrained against the bed, trying not to move a single inch, was to howl her name throughout their own room, all into the rest of the night.

AN: *Shrugs* Honestly, I have no clue where this came from. I just felt like writing it. Hope you enjoyed it…for one reason or another. ;)