Jealousy & Secrets.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or its characters. [Smut. Rated M for a reason]
Clara found herself beside the burning house, stone faced, wrapped inside the Doctor's arms and sobbing. She had just watched as the man whom she had loved for a majority of her life was taken away right in front of her.
"Dead, he's dead… how could he be dead?" Clara muttered back and forth to herself.
"Whatever happened, it took a pretty big match." The Doctor's eyelids closed as he realized what this may have meant. "Clara..."
Clara looked up at him, eyes still soaked. "Yes?"
"Whatever was inside the TARDIS couldn't have caused this. They were with us, remember?"
"So…" Clara's eyes widened, but just as she realized what it had meant, a man in a police uniform came over to talk to her.
The man was tall, about six foot five, and when he stood straight you could see his muscles through his shirt. He was a very homely man with red hair, freckles covering his face and shocking green eyes. Clara deemed him extremely scary, and secured her place next to the Doctor so she felt protected.
"Clara Oswald?" a voice came booming out of the large gentleman in front of her.
"Yes. That's me." Clara stepped forward, trying to seem unshaken by his appearance.
"Do you mind coming with me for a moment" he glanced at the Doctor momentarily, and then continued, "regarding your late husband"?
The Doctor looked offended and began to stand in front of Clara, but Clara pushed him aside and rejected his assistance. "I'm sorry Doctor, but I have to go with him".
"But" the Doctor hesitated, trying to move forward with her.
"Alone, Doctor. I have to do this". Clara whispered.
As Clara walked away the Doctor looked onward. He watched the policeman guide Clara over to the scene of the crime, hand on her back, almost caressing her. The Doctor was beginning to get increasingly jealous of his hand touching the arch of her back. Clara seemingly not noticing it, but the man gave a clever smirk, making him think that this man had more on his mind than just talk to the newly proclaimed widow.
The Doctor shook every last inch of his body out of the trance he had been in from observing Clara with the policeman. She had just lost her husband. Of course she was not paying attention to sexual advances. She was newly widowed; she would not be looking for a new beau any time soon. However, something came over him. Something made him want to protect her and not let anyone else touch her ever again, but he didn't know what. Usually he felt protective over all of his companions, but Clara was different. He wanted to hold her, and praise her and touch her… but no. He could not. He just wanted to get her out of this hostile environment as soon as possible, no matter what the cost was.
As soon as he was done muttering the last sentence, Clara came walking past him. She seemed to hope she would go unnoticed. She was wiping her eyes and her body sank after a few more steps. The Doctor gracefully walked up beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. He could not help but feel like this was right.
"Doctor, he killed himself…" she admitted, solemnly.
"What- you don't know that for certain, do you?" he questioned.
"Yes, there was a woman who had been there" she cut off, weeping.
"A woman?" the doctor understood completely, but did not want Clara to feel as if he was being insincere.
"There were several of them, according to the woman the policeman talked to" she looked up at him, now holding his hand close to her. "Apparently my deceased husband liked to… sleep around." She admitted.
"Oh Clara…"
"He set the house on fire after having" she paused, "sexual intercourse with one of them. Surprisingly, she was the only one that survived the fire".
Just then, the Doctor took Clara in his arms and let her rest her head on his shoulder. The way her body fit with his was breathtaking and miraculous. He just wanted to feel like this forever, not caring who could take her from him and forgetting about the mystery inside the TARDIS. His mind wandered and he found himself wondering what it would be like to hold her in his arms as she kissed him passionately. He wanted to throw her on his TARDIS blue sheets and make love to her as soon as he could, but she was mourning. So he caressed her arms and kissed her forehead as he let her lay on his shoulder.
Gently, he guided her back into the TARDIS. She was monotonously better but still had an obvious sadness about her, which was expected after finding out a loved one had be unfaithful. She walked into the TARDIS hand in hand with the Doctor and then slowly squeezed her way out of his grip and walked back through the hallways. He assumed she was going back to her room, so he let her go, not wanting to disturb her.
He found his way back to his room, not thinking twice about the entity that may have been in the TARDIS with them. He readily bounced into bed, slowly stripping out of his clothes. When he had gotten down to his underwear, he adjusted the covers so they were aligned perfectly with his big chin.
*Thump*
Someone was straddling him. Was it the mysterious person who was trying to take over the TARDIS? After eventually regaining his consciousness, he realized it was just Clara. Wait, just Clara.
Clara was now in his bed. Straddling him. Kissing him up and down his jawline and she was topless. Was this a dream? The Doctor had to smack himself in order to make sure this was actually properly real.
"Clara" he gasped, hoping to understand what was happening.
"Oh, Doctor." Clara moaned, working her mouth over his empty chest, occasionally sucking on his nipple.
"Wait- Clara" he panicked, pushing her mouth away from his chest.
"Are you… okay with this, D?" Clara questioned innocently, in a way that made the Doctor's spine tingle.
"Perfectly fine, but your ex-husband" the Doctor paused while looking at Clara's perfectly symmetrical face, examining her every facial expression. Oh, how he wanted her.
"Is dead." Clara finished and began hastily working at his mouth again.
"Are you sure this isn't just about revenge?" the Doctor questioned, his mouth still tangled with hers. He was about to lose it. He noticed Clara removing her pants. He could not resist her any longer. He had to have her.
Just like that, the Doctor flipped her over on the bed and smirked. He had never been this dominant with anyone, and he liked the idea of being able to dominate Clara in every way possible.
Both were now completely naked. He kissed her neck as he held her hands down, making sure she could not get away. He threw the covers over both of their heads as Clara giggled profusely. The heat in between them was incomparable. The Doctor could feel Clara's heartbeat as he entered her the first time. She sighed a little and then looked straight into his eyes and demanded "Faster".
The Doctors mouth opened and could not help but scream one word, her name, over and over. Her screams matched his as she yelled, "Harder!" "Faster!" "Oh, Doctor". Her hands still tied down, the Doctor plummeted deeper inside of her, unable to mask the sound of his grunts. He had wanted to do this for so long, and the sound of Clara screaming his name just encouraged him to work harder at making her reach her climax.
Clara seemingly wanted to make him work for it, though. She matched every thrust with a grind of her hips, struggled to get her hands out from underneath his and licked his chest at every opportunity that was given to her. Finally free, one of her hands grasped his hair as the other searched down his back and grabbed his ass. Getting closer to the edge, Clara grabbed his ass and helped push him into her with every ounce of force she could gather.
Together, shouting each other's name, they reached their peak. And together they collapsed onto the TARDIS blue sheets. Once their heavy breathing had subsided, the Doctor chuckled and looked at Clara.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that."
Clara smiled, "I think I can guess".
Both of them were in a state of absolute happiness. Neither was worried about the person inside the TARDIS, nor were they worried about Clara's deceased husband. They just wanted each other, and that was exactly what they had.
"Oh, and Doctor?" Clara spoke up, interrupting the silence.
"Yes, my beautiful Clara" the Doctor answered happily.
"This was definitely not just for revenge".
A/N: Shout out to everyone who thinks the person is River! It's not, and if this story goes according to plan, River will not be in this story at all. Good idea, though. I hope this whouffle smut lasts you whoufflepuffs until next week!
