Chapter 7
He had understood what she was saying, yet felt numb at not knowing if he was truly hers. All he could think of was how much he wanted to be, how her lips curved when she kissed him and how she felt in his arms. Overall, he thought it had gone well, if a little too argumentative. But she had kissed him, and it had been the single most beautiful thing he had shared between a person. It had taken his breath away. What he wanted was to see her every night, but she had told him to wait another week. He knew it would painfully drag, like time itself was punishing him for his crimes. He understood that she was unsure because she was his teacher, but when she quoted Jane Austen to him it had made his heart skip.
The next time came around just as he had predicted: slow. So slow, he had begun to party again with his friends just to pass the time away. It had resulted in three late detentions and a warning, but he hardly cared. He was still concentrating enough to pass in each subject, but it was definitely not to his full potential. Even his asshole maths teacher had told him he was concerned he wasn't 'performing to his best abilities.' He had even the audacity to ask him why, but he had just told him to mildly fuck off.
At last, from what felt like an eternity, he arrived at her door. Stepping in, the first thing he noticed was the way the moonlight illuminated her hair and made it look even shinier. The next was the fact she looked completely bored out of her mind. He wished he could change that.
He walked calmly over to her, round her desk and behind her chair, kneeling on the floor and wrapping his arms round her chest. Looking up at him he couldn't resist leaning down and giving her a soft kiss.
'Are you okay?'
'Now you're here.' She sighed.
His heart skipped a beat. Had she really just said those words?
She swivelled round in her chair to face him, so his arms were now at her back.
'I've decided that when you look down at me I feel shivers, when you touch me it's overwhelming, and I don't give a damn about anyone else. As long as we keep it very discreet,' he gazed at her in wonder as she stood opposite him, 'I am all yours.'
And then she was kissing him, and the shock was still running through his body at her words. She was his. He was hers. He could feel his heart beating doubly fast, and his mouth quickly reciprocated, sliding his tongue the same way she did, their kisses slowly becoming messy yet passionate, and his hands roamed her back, reaching further toward her ass, until he massaged it and she moaned into his mouth. He could feel her skin through her blouse, and her fingers in his hair. She didn't stop, so he gladly continued, kissing her with everything he had, until he took hold of her properly and lifted her up onto her desk. Her slender legs wrapped round his waist so he was enclosed, and he could feel his erection rub against her centre almost painfully. Nimbly undoing the buttons to her blouse, he kissed her jaw and a trail down her neck, as she panted against his shoulder. He was in heaven, a bliss that could never, ever be matched to anything else.
'This doesn't mean you don't do you're coursework.'
'What?' He mumbled against her skin. His hands started to thread through her hair, pulling at it so her head lolled back and he could see her beautiful, sparkling eyes and her serene smile.
'You haven't even completed it, have you?'
'No.'
'You still need to do it then. Just because this is happening does not mean you get educational privileges.'
He laughed, leaning in to kiss her neck once again.
'Now is not the time for teacher mode.' He held her thighs in hand, shifting them back so he could lean in properly. She kissed him this time tenderly, as he slowly discarded her blouse and let it tumble to the floor. Her arms held his back, wrapping under his arms and stroking him. He grinded into her, eliciting moans in unison and leaving them both breathless.
'Eleven.' She whispered against his shoulder.
'Yeah?'
'There's something I've been wanting to ask.'
'What's that?'
A pause ensued as he sucked at her bottom lip and continued kissing her, but she drew away.
'Why are you and you're friends all named with numbers?'
He laughed. He honestly thought it would be something serious.
'Together we're all called The Doctors, like a band name. We get called that by other people too, so it's kind of widespread, and the name just stuck. We all decided to christen ourselves with our favourite numbers. Purely coincidental they go in order.'
She laughed, a sound that made him press into her further.
'What's you're name?'
She smiled and bit her lip, eyes closed.
'I never told you, did I? It's...It's Clara.'
Eleven stood still, and she opened them at his sudden lack of movement. He turned the word over and over in his mind, loving how it sounded, like the name of an angel.
'Clara. It's so beautiful, which is why it suits you.'
She shuffled closer to him, fully wrapping her legs round him now.
'Clara Oswald.' He said reverently.
She began to slowly smile as he said it, and he muttered her name into her skin.
She gripped the nape of his neck, as she kissed him more heatedly now and his fingers worked at removing her skirt. Consciously unbuckling his trousers he let them fall as well as his pants, which were restraining his hard member. With ease, he spread her legs slightly apart, and she moaned at his touch as the tip hovered at her entrance.
'I'm a married woman.' She breathed, and Eleven thrust inside her, not having listened to what she had said. She started to pant as he repeatedly entered her, progressing rougher and rougher, until the sensation was unbearably overwhelming. She made sounds that aroused him still further, causing him to thrust forcefully so she moaned louder into his mouth. The feeling of him inside her was something he had never thought he would ever feel, but had certainly craved. Together they're bodies intertwined, and she quickly whipped off his shirt and caressed his taut chest, her hands roaming everywhere she could reach. His head rolled back as he felt his climax reach him, and sure enough he called her name, spilling inside her. Riding out their orgasm together she leant against him and he held her in his arms, rocking her against him, almost to the point where she would have been inside him again. They caught their breath together, him threading fingers through her hair and her devilishly reaching down to tenderly stroke his cock while leaning up to kiss him. He could barely contain his groans, and nodded his encouragement eagerly. She took him in her hands, her fingers caressing the underside of his tip, and running all the way down his length. She was a pro at this, he could tell. He began to go wobbly at the knees, and she eventually wrapped her hand round it fully and started a rhythm, up and down his cock until he physically couldn't take it any longer. Noticing his frustrated pleasure she let him go, and he sighed heavily against her.
He kissed her sloppily, trying to distract himself from his still throbbing dick that longed once again for her touch. They both began to sway with each other in their arms, her head balanced on his chest and his hand slowly making it's way down to her ass again. He kissed the top of her head, rubbing her body with his arms so that she was warm. She looked up at him and flicked his hair, playing with it like no one else ever had before.
'We should get dressed.' She sighed, still holding onto him.
'Maybe.'
'No, we probably should.' She laughed, picking up her clothes and hastily putting them back on again. He reluctantly did the same, until they were more or less back to the way they were an hour before.
'As long as we aren't found out,' she prodded her finger into his chest, smiling, 'and you don't tell anyone about this, okay?'
'Of course not.'
She reached up and took his face in her hands, losing all control of what she was doing and being unable to breathe. Being around her, and being inside her - was intoxicating, and the feeling was still there.
'Til the next time.'
'Clara Oswald.'
'Go. I told you, I don't want you to get into trouble. She did the top button up on his shirt and pressed he lips to his once more. Holding on as much as he could, she finally drew apart.
He smiled at her with every step he took toward the door, until finally he was beside it.
'Goodnight, Clara.'
'Goodnight, Eleven.'
As he paced the corridor he thought endlessly about what he had just done. Their bodies had combined, they had become a part of each other and she told him he was hers. He could still hear her climactic moans ringing in his ear, and her name resounding in his head. He couldn't believe they had just had sex on her desk, but hey, university is a wild ride. His heart thumped to the sight of her panting as he thrust into her, and of the way she held firmly his cock in hand, like she had done it a billion times before. But one memory came back to him that he wished hadn't, one where he had only accidentally remembered as he had listened to her with only half of his ear.
'I'm a married woman' she had sighed against him, and the notion sent him on-edge. So many questions swirled around his head at that moment, but he settled on the simplicity of just one question that summed up everything he felt confused by.
Married?
