Clara's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was his beautiful, peaceful face. Eyes closed, features calm, hair spiralling everywhere, his mouth closed. She smiled, watching him with loving eyes. Silently shuffling even closer to him, her fingers stroked his forearm tenderly, still smiling at him. She always thought about the Doctor while he was asleep. Thought about how lucky she was, one out of seven billion, how much she loved him, their adventures, the next ones and the next ones. He didn't know she knew, but the Doctor also watched her while she was asleep, mostly at night. He would sit at the edge of the bed, or huddled up in her arms, silently staring. She couldn't resist ruffling his light curls, her fingers working through his hair all the way down to his cheek which she rested her hand on. She did this when reassuring the Doctor, or persuading him, and when she was saying goodbye. He valued her greatly, had his duty of care that she grimaced whenever he mentioned, telling him time and time again that she had never asked for that. Only in the bedroom would he truly compliment her, call her beautiful while kissing her fingers and staring at her with an expression that Clara thought could burn suns and obliterate stars, and that she was clearly unworthy of. Suddenly his hand came up to enclose hers, and his fingers slowly slid through them so they were entwined and held to his chin. She stared into those blue eyes, entrapped.
'Are you okay?'
'Yeah.' His fingers came up to stroke her face, and his smile burst her heart.
'Where is it today?' He asked softly, twiddling a piece of her hair in his fingers.
Her smile faltered. She turned onto her back, staring at the ceiling, a hand to her forehead.
'What's the matter?' He asked, confused.
'The stupid school trip.' She made an aggravated noise, her hands on her face.
'What school trip? Since when were you on a school trip?'
'Since I told the headmaster I was going.' She said breathlessly. He made a face.
'I don't remember that.'
'Of course you don't.' She laughed, remembering the flippant answer she gave into the phone while the Doctor thrust into her repeatedly.
Her hand still on her head in exasperation, she sighed.
'What's the time?'
'I think it's 8 o'clock.'
'Good, I still have time.'
'When are you coming back?'
'Three, tomorrow.'
'That's a bit late, isn't it? I mean, you know, for kids?'
'No, Doctor, three in the afternoon.'
'Oh. Do you have to go?' He whined, holding onto her elbow and cushioning himself to her side.
'I wish I didn't.' She said, looking down at him.
'Just stay with me.'
'I want to, but I've already agreed to go on it.'
'Where even is it? I can top it. You can choose anywhere, I promise.'
She laughed, running her fingers through his hair.
'We can after I get back. And it's at an activity place. Kids love it.'
'My bed's going to be empty.' He moaned.
She laughed again.
'Just one night, Doctor. And then you can take me to bed. My bed.' She smiled, raising her eyebrows. Clara knew how much he liked to sleep with her in her comfortable bed in the flat. He climbed on top of her, his hands placed on each side of her thighs.
'When you're in bed tonight, in that activity place, will you think of me?'
'I always think of you.'
His eyes trained on hers, and his hands slid up her body.
'Will you think of me, wrapped in you're arms, kissing you, biting you, making you moan?' He began to surround her, on all fours, his legs beside hers and his eyes on the neckline of her silk nightie.
'Of course.'
'I miss you already.' He said, leaning down and kissing her. He moved his weight on top of her again, her head buried into the pillow as she smiled against his mouth. Digging his thighs into hers, he kissed her neck, her hand pressing down on his hair as she felt the material of his pants against her. Roaming her hands along his back, kissing him with passion and letting her tongue slide between his teeth as he grinded into her. The sensation was overwhelming, and yet as she turned her head to look at the time, her eyes widened. Unexpectedly sitting up straight, his arms still wrapped round her and the bulge in his pants still pressing into her, she explained to him she had to get ready.
'I really have to go.' She laughed, as he kissed her again, laying her back down, this time sucking her bottom lip for what he thought was effect. She didn't admit that it was working. He didn't let go, kept her lying there with him on top of her, kissing her lips like it was the last he was going to kiss of them. He snaked his hands up and down her sexy nightgown that cut just above the knees and quite literally made the Doctor's hearts beat doubly fast, and Clara was almost breathless.
'Mmm...Doctor.' She managed, distracted by what he was doing but knowing she needed to get a move on. Pushing him tamely off her, laughing, she removed his hands from around her body.
His sound of protest made her smile as she clambered off his lap and sauntered into the bathroom, leaving him there exposed and empty.
He leaned against the bathroom door, watching her in the mirror.
'Why are you doing this to me?'
'Because I'm a teacher and you're a doctor, and the two don't mix.'
'Why not?'
She smiled, walking over to him, throwing her arms round his neck while he took the advantage of holding onto her hips.
'Because you need an appointment to see the Doctor. And teacher's don't have enough time on their hands.'
'That still doesn't explain why you can't just stay here.'
'Because it's my job.' She said, kissing his lips before retreating to the mirror.
'Why are you putting make up on?'
'Why do you question everything anyone says to you?'
'You don't need it.'
'You don't need to ask questions.'
'You're beautiful the way you are.'
'But actually, I like it when you ask them. Especially in your sleep.'
'Okay, we've already established this, I do not sleep talk.'
'You do a bit. It's really cute.'
'Don't call me cute.'
'Don't call me a liar.'
He scratched the back of his head, not even bothering to respond. He walked out of the room, waiting for her to come back in, putting on a white shirt. But patience was not easy for him. He picked up his guitar and strummed away at the chords, creating a rhythm. As Clara came out the bathroom he played the opening bars to 'Pretty Woman', which was labelled as her song. She ruffled his hair as she passed him, walking so smoothly, her curves so perfect it made the Doctor gaze in amazement as she began to get dressed. The Doctor watched her, playing fitting songs on the guitar that made her laugh. Oh, that laugh. It sent warmth to his hearts whenever she made that heavenly sound. He laid back down on the bed, still strumming on the strings while looking at her with devotion in his eyes. Finally dressed and ready, she crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to the TARDIS console room.
'I'll see you tomorrow.' She told him, 'will you be picking me up?'
'Of course.'
'Not in the TARDIS though.'
'Why? The TARDIS would be so much easier.'
'Just pick me up normally, like any normal person. I know you can drive, I obviously know you can ride a motorbike and we once flied a plane together, so don't protest, just come by mundane vehicle.'
He smiled. Her demanding and authoritative attitude was overwhelmingly sexy to him, something that couldn't be ignored or eradicated. Of course he would do anything for her.
He nodded his assent, and she kissed him sweetly, his hands clenching her hips with need. Slowly unentangling herself from his embrace, she pecked him on the lips once more, rested her hand on his face and stepped out of the TARDIS. The Doctor stood in the doorway, watching her walk away.
'I'll miss you, Clara Oswald.'
