She could see the Doctor standing there, impatient, by the console. She hurried up to it, her features twisted up into an easy smile while her eyes shone like diamonds at him. He granted an excited smile back and the raise of an eyebrow as their silent communication became woven into conversation. This happened frequently, even though they were alone in the TARDIS, sometimes their eyes and grins said it all. She knew exactly where he wanted to take her; the island with a place that could turn into the grandest mansion or swankiest apartment, and she also knew by the devilish glint in his eye that he would be using it for purposes that she couldn't argue with. Even as a 2000 year old alien, the Doctor could act very humane.
Pulling down the lever, his eyes trained on hers, the time rotors began to whirl them through the vortex and the sound she loved so dearly began it's whirring and whooshing noise. The Doctor imitated it sometimes, calling it a 'vworp, vworp,' a trait she had teased him about in his eleventh regeneration.
But then another sound rang out amongst the cloister bells of the TARDIS, and it came from her pocket. The Doctor's eyes narrowing and silently cursing it's interruption, Clara retrieved her phone with an apologetic look to the Doctor. Checking the caller ID, her smile had turned into a frown. Why was the headmaster calling her? Answering it worriedly she saw the Doctor's eyes bore into her with something like betrayal. He could get jealous so easily.
'Who is that?' He mouthed, pointing to the phone rudely.
Waving him off she answered her phone with the authoritative voice she often used to settle down her classes. The headmaster's voice from Coal Hill could be heard by the Doctor, so she stepped away from him, engaging in the conversation.
The Doctor stood there, his mouth a fine line if disapproval. He never admitted aloud of course, but he was, deep down, jealous of anyone who took up Clara's time. It was why he had found it so hard to go back and see Jane Austen, because Clara 'couldn't get enough of her.' Despite his issues he still didn't want to let her down so he took her again to see her idol novelist. It was only a matter of time before she asked again.
And then a thought came into his head, one that filed under 'don't look at my browser history,' because often he forgot to take the sonic shades off when he was in one of these moments. The thoughts that came to him were always about Clara; always. Sinful and naughty thoughts he didn't dare share with her and kept in a drawer only half closed by his brain. And watching her in front of him, the pose of a school teacher with her hand on her hip and her posture flawless, it reopened that draw and became stuck. Staring at her with hungry eyes the notion moved him forward and his limbs acted of their own accord. Carefully pulling her back by the shoulder, her whispered 'Doctor!'s ignored, he pushed her over to the console. Producing a pair of handcuffs that he knew was mostly to Clara's use on himself, he bent her over and tied her free hand to the TARDIS. Without protest, but certainly aggravated by his actions, she tried to carry on her conversation as normal. And with a raise of his eyebrows he held her there and started to unzip his trousers.
All she heard was the familiar sound of his trousers falling to the ground and she knew she was in for it. While not too displeased by what he was doing, her courtesy of manners were seemingly evaporated as the Doctor stepped closer to her. Focusing and breathing normally she carried on talking to the headmaster, all the while conscious of what the Doctor was doing. His hands slipped round her waist, meeting at her midriff and caressing her stomach as he slightly pulled her top up to gain easier access. The light touches on her skin were hard to ignore and keep out, and proved even harder to respond to with a moan of approval. Of course she kept it in, but her thoughts about the Doctor's long, long fingers were hard to cast away. Murmuring her assent to the phone she felt the Doctor's cool lips on her back, feeling his tongue on her skin as he knelt down and massaged her thighs. He kissed a trail up her spine, sending jolts through her back all the way up to her head and down to her toes. He fiddled with the zip on her skirt, pulling it down without hesitation, still warming her skin with his hands. Her breathing became significantly ragged when the next thing she felt was him sliding into her, growing rougher and rougher until she started panting. It was almost unbearable to keep in a groan, to disguise what was hasty and rough pleasure into something completely innocent.
'Why are you...uh, are you okay?' The headmaster asked, obviously hearing her paced breathing.
'Yeah, I'm fine, I'm...I'm just at the...the gym.'
She heard his snigger at her comment, and snaked his hand up her top. He began to thrust even harder into her, shouting out.
'Are you sure you're okay?' He asked Clara, having heard the Doctor's shouts.
'Yeah, I'm uh, watching TV.' Her eyes squeezing shut at the embarrassment, she quickly amended her statement.
'Uhm, in the gym. I'm watching TV while I'm on the running machine.'
'Oh.'
At this point she knew he was more of less spent, yet his hands didn't restrain from stroking her breasts fervently. She couldn't stand it any longer, she had to end the phone call, as she let out a deserved moan for her patience. Not even asking what the source of the noise was this time, the headmaster quickly addressed her.
'So, the school trip, you will be coming, won't you, Clara?'
Flippantly waving him away with a 'yes, yes,' she arched her back as the Doctor continued his ministrations, making her go crazier second by second. He pressed his lips to her neck, his weight almost on too of her.
'Hang up now.' He ordered, gradually picking up the pace again so their bodies rubbed together and she could feel herself become wetter by the minute.
Hastily gushing her goodbyes into the phone, she let out a sigh from the way he entangled her, almost like she was a planet he had to orbit around, yet on a much more intimate scale. A pause and then a voice, still speaking from the phone. Cursing to herself and putting it against her ear while the Doctor squeezed her ass in disapproval, the headmaster said one more thing.
'Oh, and, Miss Oswald...don't ever use the toilets to unwind with strangers on the premises. You're a fantastic teacher and we don't want to lose you, but keep the shouting to the minimum.' And with that, he hung up. Clara's cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment. He had found out they had fucked in the school toilets and had most likely already figured out she was in a similar position. The Doctor however didn't bat an eyelash, only laughed at the look on her face. Finally he carried on and she was able to cry out in pleasure, but noticed something else.
'Doctor?' She gasped.
'Yeah?'
'Can you uncuff me now?'
'Oh...yeah.'
Undoing the handcuff around her wrist and shaking her head at him as he did so, he let her top slide back down to rest and put both his and Clara's clothes back on. She smiled at him while he did it, and still bent over the console he hugged her tight to him round the middle.
'I don't know about you but I'd like to find a bed.'
'Hmm,' she deliberated, purposefully mocking him, 'I'd say that was a good idea. Let's go, spaceman.'
And leading him by the collar of his shirt they disappeared for quite a while, since Clara's phone was buzzing at the sound of each notification which were indeed, ignored indefinitely.
