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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Warning: Strong Sexual Situations NSFW
Clara looked at the Doctor with disbelief, "Sorry, What did you say."
"I said get out of the shower." His eyes darkening with lust, reaching past Clara he turned off the shower brushing his arm across her shoulder, causing her to shiver with anticipation.
Grabbing the towel from the rack he handed it to her, "Now hurry, I will meet you in the bedroom." Before exiting he turned back and smiled, "And leave your toy there, I have something better."
Astonished, Clara stepped out of the shower and proceeded to dry herself off, she still couldn't believe the turn of events. Putting her hair in a towel she entered the bedroom naked- to nothing—glancing around she wondered if maybe her fantasies had become corporal.
Lying on the bed she closed her eyes and sighed, "I must be in some sort of passionate dream."
A voice to her right whispered in her ear, "No, Clara this is not a dream." Opening her eyes she met the Doctor's gaze, "Do you trust me?" he asked huskily.
Without hesitation she replied, "Always, Doctor, always."
"Good." He brought up a black silk scarf for her to see, "I am going to blindfold you, then I will begin to, how do you say, get you off."
Pulling her up to a sitting position, he removed the towel from her head; he raked his eyes over her naked body causing her sex to quiver with her need,
"You are so beautiful."
Blushing with the compliment she smiled, "Thank you."
Shaking his head he continued, "You see Clara, passion, lust, and want; involves all the senses," He wrapped the scarf around her eyes, "when one of the senses are inhibited, all the others sharpen to compensate."
Leaning down he startled her as his voice reverberated in her ear, "I want you to feel my touches tenfold tonight as I feed your addiction to me."
Clara's heart pounded, as her body reacted to the Doctor's words, he maneuvered her back on her bed, before moving away, the sound of his boots becoming softer as the distance increased.
She waited and listened, fighting the need to tear off the blindfold so she could see what was going on; her body thrummed, not sure if it should go into the fight and flight mode associated with not knowing what was about to happen.
While Clara waited, the Doctor gathered all the things that he would need to give her the release she craved, taking off his boots he padded back to her room silently; sitting in the lounge chair he watched for just the right moment to begin, seeing her body shutter he smiled, it was time.
Clara was about to call out for the Doctor, when she felt the ghosting of cool fingers on her shoulders, instinctively she knew it was the Doctor.
Goose bumps rose and fell as his fingers traced intricate patterns on her exposed skin, along her arms toward her hands. To soon the delicate touches disappeared, only to reappear on her legs, starting at her feet he moved upwards tracing the contours of her muscles.
She listened intently to the Doctors breathing, as his respirations increased with every touch and caress, amazed she could even hear his breath.
When he reached the crease between thighs and pelvic bone, she gasped with need, moving her body, she tried desperately to move his hands to her sex.
"Impatient, aren't we Clara." He commented his voice laced with desire.
Hearing his voice was like liquid arousal; his accent was music to her sharpened ears, "Yeeesss."
Chuckling he continued his torture, bringing his fingers up her sides and across her flat tummy, "Patience Clara, patience."
With Clara blindfolded, the Doctor allowed all his hidden passion and need to show on his face. Every movement she made, every breath, every gasp he committed to memory for later.
He wanted to taste her, lick her, kiss her, but resisted, she was not ready for him yet, he wanted her addiction to be complete before her took her to his bed claiming her as his. His needs and wants would just have to wait till a later date.
Moving his hands to the underside of her breasts, he reached with his thumbs stroking the nipples till they stood erect.
Clare moaned loudly with the sensations he was invoking, enhanced by her lack of sight. Arching her back she pressed against his hands wanting to feel more of them against her heated skin.
She groaned with frustration, as he removed one of his hands from her breast, causing him to chuckle softly, "Oh, my Clara there is more to come."
In the silence of the room, she listened to the rustling of his jacket and held her breath in anticipation of what was to come next.
Reaching inside his pocket he retrieved a silver bullet shaped item, placing it against her nipple, he watched as she inhaled deeply, as the coolness of the object touched her aroused breasts.
Quickly he turn it on, the vibrations caused Clara to cry out, "Doctor!"
Smiling at her response, he outlined her breast slowly with the vibrating bullet, once finished, he dragged it across her chest bone, to the other breast, encircling that one as well.
Clara grabbed onto the sheets beneath her; her body reacting to the new sensation, her sex glistening as wetness seeped from her.
Time became non-existent to Clara as the Doctor played her body like a maestro conducting and orchestra. She felt as if her body was floating on a cushion of air, detached from everything except the sensations he was causing.
When she thought her body couldn't handle any more stimulation, she felt him move metal object down her tummy and into to the dark layer of her pubic hair.
He teased every area of her nether region, he dragged the tool along the outside of her lips, encircling her wet entrance, everywhere except the place she wanted it the most; her hooded button.
When the vibrations finally touched her pleasure nub, the sensations over whelmed her, she sat up quickly, grabbing onto the Doctor's wrist to stop the assault.
Anticipating her reaction the Doctor used his free hand to push her back on the bed, holding her down, "Clara, let your control go."
"I can't," she replied barely able to breathe through the intensity of the vibrations.
"Yes you can; feel it, embrace it!" He commanded as he increased the speed of the bullet, "Come for me, Clara!
He watched entranced, as her body arched and moved, thrashing against the sheets with the power of her orgasm; her scream music to his ears. He continued pressing the vibrator to her nub, bringing her over the edge one last time.
Clara felt her body convulse one final time with an orgasmic pleasure, then darkness, as she blacked out after her powerful release.
Turning off the silver bullet, pocketing it, the Doctor stood up from the bed. Bringing his hands to her head, he removed the blindfold placing it in his other pocket.
Pulling out a piece of paper from his jacket, he adjusted his hardness before sitting at her vanity to scribble a note. Placing the note where she could see it, he covered her up with her comforter then silently exited the room.
Entering his TARDIS he immediately brought his ship into the vortex, while heading off to his room to relieve his own sexual frustrations; he accepted that he was addicted to Clara just as much as she was addicted to him.
Lying on his bed he pleasured himself with images of her body responding to his touch. With a gasp and a moan he came hard, as he, like Clara, embraced his new addiction.
The first thing Clara was aware of, when she awoke from her sexual overload was that she could see. The second was the fact that the room was very quiet, as well as being empty.
Turning her head toward her night table, fighting back her tears, she noticed a note,
Dearest Clara,
I had to go procure an important gift for you. I will see you tomorrow.
The Doctor
Holding the note to her chest, she cried, not sure if the tears were because he wasn't there or because he was getting a gift for her, or that he was seeing her tomorrow and not running away.
Her emotions were a jumbled mess and she didn't like it. Deciding to deal with everything in the morning she closed her eyes to get some much needed sleep.