A Night With Clara

Rating: M (NOTE THE RATING CHANGE. WARNING, THERE IS SMUT AHEAD).

Word Count: 1,185

Notes: Yep. Here it is, the smutty second chapter to A Night With the Oswalds as a MASSIVE thank you to the wonderful people that reviewed! You guys are amazing, everyone is amazing, thanks for giving this fic a chance!

P.S. I'm quite confident that I won't write smut again in the near future. It's a tough job.

Clara kissed him with more fervor moving her hands from his neck, down his chest to his pants.

"Wait, your dad…"

"Shh, he'll hear." She reached into his pants and grasped him. He inhaled at the feeling of her small, delicate hand wrapped around his length.

"Clara…" He moaned. She kissed him in response.

"Doctor…" He heard her moan back. She kept saying his name, egging him on, but the moans sounded more and more like a question.

"Doctor… Doctor… Doctor?"

The Doctor opened his eyes. He was in his bed, Clara standing over him shaking his shoulder lightly. "Clara. What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice thick from sleep.

"I heard you calling my name, I thought maybe you were having a nightmare or… something." She said skeptically.

"No, no, no nightmares tonight." He could feel his erection straining against his pants under the covers. He pulled his knees to his chest to hide it.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"'m fine, I promise." He said hanging his head. He put his knees down, and lay back in the position he was in before, hoping Clara would leave him to his own devices.

"A—are you going to do something about that?" She asked motioning to the slight tent in the blanket.

"Hm? Oh… it's fine, it'll go away in a minute." He said awkwardly.

"Remember what I said about helping you?"

"Yes."

"I meant it, I'll help if you want."

"No, I don't want to make you do that. It's fine Clara, thank you."

"I think you misunderstood. You're not making me do anything, I want to help." She said boldly.

The Doctor's eyes widened. "Oh."

"Yeah. So… do you want my help?"

The Doctor thought about this for a moment. On the one hand, his dream could be a reality. He had been sexually frustrated since Clara stepped foot into the TARDIS, but especially so after what happened on Christmas. But on the other hand, this was Clara. She was his companion, and he didn't like to do anything like that with his companions.

But you've been dreaming about it Doctor. The dreams won't stop; they'll just get worse and worse.

Clara was different than his other companions. She was his impossible girl. She knew all of him, the good, the bad and the ugly. He could, and he had, opened up to her about anything at all. He would do it. Why not?

"Okay."

"Really?" She asked.

"Yes."

"You're absolutely sure? I don't want to do anything if you're not entirely sure."

"Clara," he moved to grab her shoulders, "I'm saying yes."

"Okay." She said moving herself further onto the bed. The Doctor scooted over to accommodate her, but she pushed him back towards the headboard.

Clara took a seat beside him under the covers and put a hand on his cheek. She lightly rubbed small circles with the pad of her thumb, and leaned in to gently capture his lips with her own.

Kissing Clara was exactly how the Doctor thought it would be, yet somehow, so much better. Her lips were soft and full. She was gentle with him, as if he would break if she pushed too hard. The Doctor supposed she was comforting him in a way; this is not at all something he'd usually do, and her tender movements wouldn't scare him off.

Slowly, the hand on his cheek made it's way down to his chest. They broke apart, breathing heavily and smiling. "Wow." He said.

"Wow indeed. Are you okay?"

"I'm brilliant." He responded with a smile on his face.

"Good." She replied. Taking control once more, Clara placed her knees on either side of his hips, straddling his lap. She leaned in and nipped and kissed the crook of his neck lightly. He moaned softly as the tent in his pants coming into contact with her center through the light fabric of the boxer shorts she was wearing.

She broke away from his neck and stood to pull off her shorts and sleep top leaving her bare except for her knickers. Straddling the Doctor again, she captured his lips once more. His hands shakily moved from her thighs, to her hips, and up her torso to lightly cup her bare breasts. She moaned into his lips and broke away crying his name as he tweaked her nipples.

Clara moved off of him once again. "Where are you going?" He asked, hands still on her chest.

"I need you, now. Knickers off." She said hurriedly, pulling off her own leaving her completely bare. The Doctor complied, pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor. He watched as Clara took the same position as before, and couldn't look away from the look of pleasure on her face as she sank down onto his length. He reveled in the warm, silky feeling of her all around him. As soon as she started moving atop him, he knew this would be a short experience.

He held her hips down when he thought he was close and made her wait. Clara squirmed, and cried out when his clumsy fingers came into contact with her bundle of nerves.

"So close!" She said shakily, moving one hand off his shoulder to caress her own breast. The sight was one he'd never get out of his head: Clara atop him, stark naked, writhing in pleasure from his ministrations while pleasuring herself.

He felt her begin to shudder around him, and allowed her to move again.

"Fuck!" She screamed as her orgasm hit her. She writhed on top of him, and soon enough, he too was tumbling over the edge, pumping into her and crying out with the last bit of energy he had.

Clara rolled off of him and lay down on top of the covers. "Wow, chin. That was quite the ride."

He laughed and nodded. "Yeah, that definitely helped."

"Really?" She turned from her spot, still panting and covered in sweat, but with a look of concern on her face.

"Really. Thank you for doing that." He replied with a shy smile.

"It was my pleasure, literally. Damn." She said giggling.

"You know, I never thought I'd hear you swear, Clara Oswald."

"And I never thought you'd know what to do with a girl riding you." She teased.

He laughed. "You know, I'm not inexperienced."

"Apparently not." She said with a giggle. "I just never really… thought about you with anyone else."

The Doctor nodded. "I get it." A comfortable moment of silence passed between them. "Thank you again, Clara."

"Stop thanking me! It's weird."

"Okay, sorry."

"Stop apologizing, chin."

"Sorry… damn." Clara giggled while he scrunched his nose and shook his head. He joined in her giggling and looked her in the eye. "Would you like to stay here tonight?"

She contemplated it. Now it was his turn to offer something to her. Moments later, she was nodding. "Sure." She said settling under the covers. He pulled her into his arms and laid her head down on his chest. The double beat of his hearts lulled her to sleep.