Title: The New Addiction
Pairings: Clara and 12th Doctor
Rating: Mature
Author: Flydye8/Heintz571 (just for clarification both of these are my screen name. Why? It is a long story. ;)
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.
A/N : This Chapter takes place within the context of the episode "In the Forest of the Night" However, it is AU, I will do my best to incorporate some of the timeline of the rest of season eight in future chapters.
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The Doctor looked at the screen once the TARDIS landed; breathing a sigh of relief he was in a forest, not Clara's flat.
Glaring up at his machine he growled, "Don't ever do that again."
A hum, which could only be interpreted as sarcastic, was his only response from the TARDIS. A knock at the door interrupted his conversation with his ancient machine.
Opening the door, he saw a young girl, "I'm lost. Please, can you help me?"
Clara awoke disoriented for a moment, looking around she started to remember where she was, on a field trip, with Danny, and the gifted and talented of Coal Hill School.
Rubbing her eyes, she glanced over to where Danny was sleeping last night and noticed his bedroll was already put away. She was worried at first, her break up with Danny would somehow affect their working relationship; so far they have been professional and cordial to each other.
Rubbing her eyes she got out of her own bedroll and started to put it away, she didn't sleep well last night, and it had nothing to do with the hard floor she laid on.
Two weeks—since the Doctor left her a note saying he had to do "a thing" -two weeks since she gave into her fantasies of the Doctor with her vibrator.
Every night since, and sometimes during the day, she used her vibrator, in conjunction with her imagination, to release the sexual tension that consumed her body. It was an addiction, one that she was happy to indulge in.
Hearing a commotion in the other room of the museum, she cast aside her inner musings, and went to see what was going on and start the day.
Clara stood next to the Doctor on her balcony watching as shimmering lights dispersed and disappeared.
"That is amazing. How will they explain this tomorrow? Clara asked as she glanced to the man standing next to her.
Shrugging he simply replied, "You all will forget it ever happened."
"We are not going to forget an overnight forest, Doctor."
"You forgot the last time, it is humanities superpower. Forgetting."
"Is ignoring things a Time Lord's superpower?" Clara asked hesitantly.
He knew what she was hinting about, but he was still not ready to delve into what happened between them. Choosing not to answer he changed the subject, "Isn't PE waiting for you somewhere?"
"Danny and I broke up 2 weeks ago right before you visited."
"It is been two weeks, since I was here?" He asked, for him it was just twenty-four hours since he left her bedroom after telling her to become addicted to him.
"Yes, Doctor it has been two weeks since I last saw you."
Turning she entered her flat; obviously he had no intention of talking about what happened between them. She wasn't sure if she was happy about or not.
Deciding that she was too tired and too sexually frustrated, to coherence the Doctor into talking, she continued to her bedroom, "Listen Doctor, I slept on a pretty hard floor last night I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. I'll see you when I see you." She finished as she shut her bedroom door.
Lying on the bed she waited to hear the TARDIS leave, she didn't want to break out her vibrator till she was sure he was gone.
Not hearing the dematerialization sequence. She peeked out her door and saw the Doctor move to the kitchen, "Damn, now he decides to make himself comfy in my flat."
Quickly, Clara grabbed her vibrator and entered the loo, turning on the shower; she undressed, once under the hot streaming water she reached for her toy hoping that it was at least semi-water proof.
Closing her eyes, she brought forth a forest not unlike the one that she was in today. This time it was just her and the Doctor.
She turned to the Doctor, "Are you my strangely compelling masculine figure?"
Eyes darkening with lust he moved stealthy toward her, "Do you want me to be?"
"Yes!" she replied, as her back hit one of the many trees; reaching up, bringing his lips down to hers, her hands sliding beneath his coat and his jumper wanting to feel his bare skin with her fingertips.
As her fingers came in contact with his hips, she pulled him closer to her body, his hardness pushing against her torso.
With his moan she deepened the kiss, moving her hands along his waist band, yanking at his belt, pulling down his zipper, she reached in grasping him with her small hands.
Clara stroked her vibrator with her hands, the warmth of the water bringing the silicone to a comfortable temperature. Bringing it to her mouth she continued her fantasy.
Breaking the kiss she kneeled on the ground and engulfed his hardness with her mouth, glancing up she saw his eyes close, as he leaned forward, bracing himself against the tree with his hands. Focusing on pleasing him she moved her hands and mouth more rapidly on his shaft, and was pleased to hear his moans getting louder.
The shower water ran down her back as she brought her hand down to her sex, her fingers penetrating her warmth, moaning loudly she removed the vibrator from her mouth, replacing her fingers with its hardness.
He bucked in her mouth and quickly pulled away, bringing her up he turned her around so that she faced the tree, removing her pants and knickers quickly, he pushed deeply into her, the force of his thrusts pushed her body closer to the tree. The bark scraping her exposed neck with each of his thrusts mixing pleasure with pain. He reached under the back side of her shirt, grabbing onto the back of her bra he pulled her up closer to him changing the angle for deeper penetration. With her neck within reach of his mouth, his kissed and bit the delicate flesh.
Bracing against the shower wall with one hand, she tried desperately to penetrate herself with the other, but not getting the depth that she needed for her release.
"Damn! I need more!" she complained as she closed her eyes, reaching down to circle her nub as she pushed the vibrator in and out.
The Doctor finished his coffee, wondering into the hall outside Clara's bedroom he noticed that the shower was still on. He moved toward his TARDIS, and then quickly moved back to bedroom, he didn't want to leave without telling her. Entering her bedroom he crossed the floor to the closed bathroom door.
Raising his hand, preparing to knock he heard a distinct sound, one that he would never forget; the sound of Clara's vibrator.
Immediately his body responded, he wanted to go in there and watch her again, see her body turn flush with her need, hear her gasps as she came close to her climax, see her body arch with fulfillment.
He turned to walk away, when he heard her cuss. Changing his mind, he boldly walked into the bathroom, the phrase in for a penny, in for a pound crossing his mind.
He smiled as he noticed the shower curtain was blue, very much like the color of his TARDIS. Standing in the steamy room he listened to the sound of the vibrator echoing, with Clara's breathy moans.
Not wanting to frighten his companion he spoke, "Clara, do you need me?"
Her eyes popped open, with the sound of his voice, her movements stopping, vibrator dropping to the shower floor; she was so close to her release, and he just had to interrupt.
Her voice laced with irritation she snapped, "No, not unless you want to help me with this vibrator, so I can get off!"
"Get off? Get off of what?" the Doctor asked in confusion.
Pulling the shower curtain back, her head popping out from behind, "Seriously?" She replied as he tilted his head, his eyebrows arching, "You know get off, climax, orgasm; what individuals do when they are sexually frustrated."
"Oh, okay I'll do it."
"Do what?" it was Clara's turn to be confused.
"I'll help you get off." The Doctor patiently explained as he removed his jacket, pulling up the sleeves of his holed jumper, "But you have to get out of the shower, I don't want water soaking my clothes."
Clara looked at him in shock, "What!?"
"Well hurry up, I don't want to wait for you all night."