Title: The New Addiction

Pairings: Clara and 12th Doctor

Rating: Mature

Author: Flydye8

Summary: After an argument with Danny, Clara tries to decide if she should embrace another addiction, one that involves The Doctor and her fantasies of him.

Morning light filtered through the window drapes causing Clara to open her eyes, immediately she was bombarded with images of what transpired the night before. The break up with Danny, giving into her darkest desires with the vibrator, the Doctor…

"Oh my god, he was here!" her voice echoing in the silence of the room.

Throwing the duvet off her naked body in hast, she heard a dull thump on the carpeted flooring. Looking over the edge of the bed, she saw her vibrator, reaching down she picked it up. Placing it on the bed table, she noticed a handwritten note; picking it up, she read the elegant script,

Clara,

I had to go and do a thing.

The Doctor

Lying back on her bed she placed her hands over her face in embarrassment. Of course he would have "a thing" to do; she probably scared him off with her escapade last night.

Expelling a frustrated breath, she would be very surprised if he ever show up at her flat again, especially when this version of the Doctor abhorred any type of physical contact.

Glancing back at the vibrator, her mind started to reply the events from last night, her body hummed with the need to submit to her for it she turned it on while remembering the passionate look the Doctor gave her, the way his voice sounded as he told her to become addicted to him.

Turning it off quickly she shoved it into the drawer, determined not to succumb to temptation. Breathing deeply, she tried to control her raging passion, by thinking of anything but the Doctor.

After a few minutes, she gave up and removed the vibrator from its drawer, switching it on; she surrendered to her addition, and allowed her mind to fall into her fantasies again.

Instead of being in the TARDIS her imagination brought her to the beach she woke up on after their visit to "The Orient Express." But, instead of the Doctor drawing in the sand, she awoke with her head on his thigh, his large hands caressing her hair.

He looked down at her as she opened her eyes, "Oh good you are awake, I can never understand how you pudding brains can sleep so long." The caresses on her cheek softening the harshness of his words.

After escaping death, yet again, she was feeling bold, "Well, if I had a naked Time Lord next to me then I wouldn't be sleeping."

Smiling seductively, he shifted and brought his lips to hers capturing them in a passionate kiss, as he touched the soft skin of her cleavage, exposed by the low cut dress she was wearing, "Yes, my Clara, you would be sleeping, but only after I have my wicked way with you."

Clara moved the vibrator along the contours of her breasts imagining that it was her Doctor's hands. Moving it down her abdomen, it tightened with anticipation as her breathing became shallower. Her imagination took over and transported her into her fantasy again.

His fingers traced the fabric on her shoulder and pulled it down, repeating the action to the other side. Clara shivered as the cool air hardened her nipples.

"Oh so beautiful." She heard the Doctor gasp in her ear.

With a flash of intense need, she moved till she sat in his lap, her legs straddling his thighs.

Gyrating against his hardness she nibbled his bottom lip, "I want you." She rasped before engulfing his mouth with hers.

Reaching for his zipper she pulled out his erection, and rubbed, triggering him to push himself into her hands. As their lips danced, he reached down and pulled her skirt to her waist, moving her knickers to the side, two of his fingers penetrated her with such force her hips lifted off his lap.

Their hands and kisses blurred as the force of their passion escalated into a blazing inferno, only to be stop briefly as his hardness penetrated her wetness, before resuming again. Their copulation was fast and furious with need and want, glad that they both were alive.

Clare's hips rose off her bed, her back arching painfully as she plunged the vibrator quickly into herself as her orgasm consumed her. Falling back onto the mattress Clara panted, as her body cooled in the morning air. Removing the vibrator she turned it off and placed it on the bed. Covering up she fell into a sated sleep.

Sitting on his leather chair, the Doctor covered his eyes wearily as he remembered what transpired in Clara's bedroom the night before. After, her intense orgasm, she fell quickly asleep, exhausted, he assumed from the emotional day she had.

Admiring the beauty of her body in the afterglow of her passion, he removed the vibrator from her warmth, and then covered her up with the fallen duvet.

Closing his eyes, he felt his body reacting to the images he witnessed. Rubbing his hardness, he remembered with perfect clarity, her flushed skin, the need in her eyes, the trembling of her body, the intensity of her orgasm.

If he was a good man he would not have continued to watch her and he would not be pleasing himself now. But he was just a man, and being a man, he succumbed to the passionate feelings he had for his impossible girl.

Freeing his member from the confines of his trousers, he moved his hands more rapidly along the length of it; wishing that it was Clara's small hands instead of his own. As moisture emerged from his ministrations he gathered it in his fingers and focused on the underside of his erection where he was most sensitive. Before long, with the image of Clara in the throes of passion, he jerked his hips with his release.

Cleaning up with his handkerchief, he threw it in the bin and sighed in acceptance, he had crossed the boundary; he tried so hard to place between them, by telling her to become addicted to him.

He caused their relationship to change with those words, and he was terrified of the outcome.

Rising from his chair he moved to the console of his beloved ship, typing in the coordinates to her flat. He needed to talk with her, find out how much damage he had done to their relationship. Maybe, tell her that she means so much to him.

His hand hesitated above the lever that would bring him to her, doubt invading his thoughts, he wasn't ready yet. Turning away he started to walk back to his chair when the lever moved on its own.

The TARDIS whirled to life, running back to the console he yelled, "NO, NO, NO, not yet, I am not ready!"

He tried to stop the ship, without success, she had locked him out of the controls.