She saw him up there, next to his blackboard, writing an incomprehensible language or maths equation of some sort. As she drew closer she noticed he was actually writing Gallifreyan. Smiling to herself she sauntered up the stairs silently, watching him with a hungry expression. She didn't know what he was doing that was so important, that all of his concentration was on the chalk in his hand. Clara knew all too well that sometimes the Doctor didn't notice her, or anyone, for that matter. But as she advanced toward him she made her presence known and slipped her hands through his arms and rested her chin on his shoulder. Closing her eyes and exhaling a breath she revelled in the silent moment. He didn't respond and kept on doing what he was doing, even as her hands slowly slid up his chest and rested there, stroking him. Once again, he didn't say anything, and Clara decided to catch his attention. Her hands travelled in the opposite direction, until she hit his belt. Smirking to herself she slipped her hands underneath, feeling the material of his pants. She shifted her hands, palming him through the cotton, stroking his growing erection and laughing to herself when he twitched under her hand. Still never saying a word, she sighed against his shoulder.
'What have I done to upset you?' She said mockingly.
'I'm busy, Clara.'
'Hmm. Doing what?'
'It doesn't matter.'
'You're always saying that to me.'
He set chalk to blackboard again, and she could see how hard he was trying to restrain himself from shaking at her touches. Her fingers glided down his member, until her fingertips were at his tip, stroking him until she felt moisture wet his pants and his erection strain against them.
Finally, he spoke in response to her previous question and a smile formed on her lips.
'I-I need to focus on this, on what...what I'm doing. Very important I do...I do this, Clara.'
She reached up to whisper in his ear, holding on just a little tighter to his already hard cock.
'You seem to be focusing on something rather different right now.'
'That can't be helped.'
'Oh, it can. If you just...give in.'
He released a breathy moan. 'I want to.'
'But?'
'But I can't.'
She laughed.
'Yes, you can.'
Picking up the pace, he started almost to whimper delectably to her satisfaction, making sounds that only encouraged her further to continue her ministrations. Her other hand snaked it's way up into his delightfully fluffy hair, massaging it and running her fingers through the soft curls, until she pulled his head back so his neck was exposed. Kissing it lightly and keeping steady hand of his wet cock he finally elicited a moan and Clara smiled victoriously at her triumph. His head was still held back, and she ran her fingers dancingly up and down the base of his throat, teasing him further.
'Clara...' He gasped, as she let go of him and her hand withdrew from his trousers. She kissed a trail down his neck again, this time undoing the first few buttons on his shirt, and his heavy breaths sent her over the edge herself.
'So, are you going to get back to work?' She teased, her hands squeezing his thigh.
'I should.' He replied, and then he flung himself off her as unpredictable and fast as a lightning flash and he turned round to face her. Before she had even registered what he was doing he was undoing his belt buckle and the fly of his trousers before launching at her and immediately kissing her, tongue battling for entrance as he tightened the arms around her back. His sloppy, passionate and rather furious kisses exhilarated her and it took no time at all to return them.
'I'll take that as a should not, then.' She said against his mouth, hands round his neck. He sloppily moved her over to the railing, where he pressed her body up against and began properly undoing his trousers, letting them fall to the ground. She observed his question mark underpants, and his very frustrated and prominent cock. She smirked, taking his hips in her hand.
'Only you could turn a woman on with question mark underpants.'
He moved in closer to her, his kisses becoming even messier yet so much more heated and sexier, it made her heart thump against her chest and she set both of her palms on the Doctor's, feeling his twin heartbeats beneath her hands. He took off her skirt and rubbing against her, his eyes almost rolled up to the inside of his skull as her legs drew round his waist and she removed his underpants for him. Doing the exact same for her, she guided him into her with eyes closed, feeling him enter her repeatedly, filling her up. She moaned his name as his movements became more erratic, pounding against her while his hand clenched the railing beside him.
'Don't you dare drop me.'
'Of course I won't.' He said, his hand placed firmly on her back as he spilled inside of her and released her name in a shout. Seconds later, Clara rode out her own orgasm and fell forwards onto him, catching her breath. Slowly, he pulled out of her, kissing her lips this time tenderly and gentle as she grasped his arms in her hands.
'Are you going to get back to work now?' She smiled.
'Nah,' he said, hands caressing and massaging her back to her shoulders, 'the work can wait.'
As his lips kissed the side of her neck and he held on tighter to her, she noticed the blackboard behind them, half smudged off. Oh well. This was much better work to be doing.
