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 1: In this part I am using some of the aspects of the Christmas special, though it is not Christmas time during this time line of the story.
A/N 2: Thank you for following/favorite my story I hope you continue to enjoy it. If you have the time drop me a review I love hearing what you think.
The Doctor felt soft kisses on his bare chest, cracking his eyes open he watched as a very naked Clara moved steadily down his body toward his groin. Feeling a bit confused he asked, his accent thick, "Clara, what are you doing?"
Smiling seductively she simply replied, "Well... I am about to please my husband before morning coffee. So lay back and relax, it is not like I haven't done it before."
"Husband? You have?" he asked not remembering either event.
Not hearing his comment she engulfed his hardness with her mouth; sucking gently, swilling her tongue along the length of him, gently grazing her teeth around the tip then taking him completely in her mouth once more.
All questions left his mind as he groaned, "Clara, don't stop."
Taking her mouth off of him briefly, she replied lustfully, stroking him with her soft hands, "Oh, I have no intention of stopping."
Soon her mouth rejoined her hands sucking harder; The Doctor pushed his head deeper into the pillow, closing his eyes giving into the erotic sensations she was creating on his member.
Clara loved pleasing the Doctor with her mouth, seeing his reactions to her ministrations gave her a thrill, the feel of him on her hands and in her mouth aroused her, almost as much as when they made love…have they made love she question. Ignoring her mind she moved her mouth back to his tip, using the point of her tongue to lick the sensitive underside of his erection.
Immediately, he lifted his hips off the bed thrusting deeper into Clara's mouth, grunting he entwined his fingers in her hair, "Oh Clara I..."
His sentenced remained unfinished, as his orgasm consumed his body, spilling his seed in his her mouth.
Clara lapped up his essence till he was completely clean, relishing the taste of him on her tongue. Once finished she moved up his side giving him a loving smile before kissing him, "Good Morning my love."
Sated he smiled back, caressing her naked body with the tip of his fingers, "Morning."
After a bit of cuddling, Clara lifted herself off the bed, "I am going to get some coffee."
"Okay, don't forget the sugar," He commented as he watched her retrieve her robe, his member and body responding to her nakedness.
Adjusting her robe she turned her head she winked at him, "I won't now you just lay there and be sexy."
Seeing her breast peek out from the edges of her robe, her tousled appearance, the flushness of her skin, ignited the possessiveness within; he needed to be in her now.
Before she could lace up her robe, he was off the bed encircling his arms around her his front against her back. She squealed in surprise, making him smile.
"I need something from you." He whispered fervently in her ear as he pressed his erection against her bum.
Tilting her head to the left to look at him, "What do you need?"
"I need to be inside of you right now!" He responded as he turned her around, pressing her against the wall, lifting her, he penetrated her in one thrust causing her to gasp at the intrusion. Without waiting for her to adjust to him, he moved rapidly inside her warmth, her cries of passion echoing in the room, triggering him to move faster.
Clara held on for dear life as he pushed himself deep inside her, her head bumping against the wall with his movements, clawing at his shoulders she screamed as her orgasm overcame her quickly. Feeling her wetness soak him, he plunged into her one last time, trembling with his own release gasping her name..
Breathing heavily, she moved her head to his shoulder, "Well that was unexpected."
Removing from her warmth, he gentle placed her on the floor, "What are you talking about Clara?"
Caressing his cheek she smiled as she re-adjusted her robe, "I just didn't expect for you to pounce on me like that; don't get me wrong I liked... a lot, it was just unexpected."
"Yes, I guess it was, but you knew that might happen when you married me."
Halting her movements she replied, "No, I didn't, you never told me."
"I didn't." The Doctor asked in confusion.
"No, should you have?" Clara asked.
Grabbing her upper arms gently he leaned and looked intently in her eyes, "Clara, this is important, do you remember anything I told you about Timelords and our needs when we are in a permanent relationship?"
Tilting her head in thought she considered his question, "I don't remember."
Even more confused he asked, "You allowed me to take you roughly against a wall, without knowing why I had to do so?"
Shrugging, Clara smiled, "Yeah but I like it that way sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes rough and fast is good."
"Clara, oh my Clara, something is definitely wrong." He said as he looked around the room.
Bringing his face back to hers with her hands she reached up and kissed him gently, "I love you and want to be with you what is wrong with that?"
Before he could reply there was a knock at their door, sighing with frustration he grabbed his robe, putting it on he opened the door. Who he saw on the other side caused his eyebrows to arch, "What are you doing here! How are you here?"
Curious to know who the Doctor was talking to, Clara walked and looked over his shoulder and gasped, it was the Doctor… well the first Doctor she traveled with. Hitting the shoulder of her husband she questioned, "Is that you?"
Moving to face her he shook his head, "No, that is NOT me."
"He looks like you. How can you be here?"
"He is not me Clara, and I don't know, something is not right." He stated as he moved from the door and started to pace, mumbling to himself.
Smiling their visitor reached up and straightens his bow tie, "Hello, I am the caretaker of this little cottage." Looking between the two he continued, "So why are you here?"
"We are here on our honeymoon, and you are interrupting, so go away." Clara replied as she shut the door.
Before turning away she heard the caretaker's muffled response, "Are you sure, impossible girl, are you sure."
Ignoring him and the use of her nickname, Clara moved toward the Doctor, standing in front of him she stopped his pacing with a gentle hold on his arms. "Okay Doctor, what is going on?"
Looking down at her with a sad look he answered, "I don't think this is real Clara?"
Without any doubt in her voice she reaffirmed, "Of course this is real, you are my husband, I love you." Removing her robe, she pushed her body next to his, bringing her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, "Now let's have no more talk if this is real or not and take a shower."
Seeing Clara naked, feeling her hands against his skin, shoved all suspicions from his mind, this had to be real, picking her up she giggled, as he carried her to the en suite, his passion for her igniting.
After he put her down, Clara turned from him setting the lock in place, "Just in case the caretaker tries to make another appearance." Reaching up she removed his robe, placing her hands on his chest she moved in closer, bringing her hands up resting on his shoulders.
Holding onto her hips he smiled passionately down at her, "I agree I don't want any interruptions when I have my way with you."
"And which way would that be, Doctor?" She asked seductively as she brought one of her hands down to his groin cupping him softly in her palm.
Turning on the water, adjusting the temperature, he moaned as she rubbed the length of him from tip to base, "If you keep doing that, it will be hard and fast."
"And what if I do this?" Encircling his sack with her fingers she pulled gently.
Feral growl emerged from his lips, as he grabbed her hand, eyes blazing at her with restrained lust, "I really don't think you are ready, for what I will do, if you keep that up."
Clara looked at him, her body responding to his lustful gaze, "I need you!"
Pulling her close to his body he lifted her, placing her on the sink ledge, he entered her quickly, as he captured her mouth with his. Her nails raked down his back as she twirled her tongue with his. Needing to breath she separated her lips from his and gasped for breath, bringing her face to his neck she bit him unable to resist the temptation.
Her bite unleased the beast within; he grabbed her hips, bruising her skin with his fingers, his erection inside of her swelled, increasing its girth filling her completely as he moved more rapidly in and out of her warmth.
Clara pulled her head back with a gasp and looked into his eyes, the blackness of his pupils completely covering the blue normally found in them. Then time stopped, the water in the shower halting, frozen in mid-stream, the steam swilling in the air, was immobile.
His rapid movements becoming antagonizing slow, she closed her eyes as she felt every ridge of hardness, every thrust, and every caress with an intensity that was felt in every fiber of her being.
The Doctor moaned loudly as he felt time stop, every nerve in his body attuned to Clara, he felt every pulse of her sex on his hardness, as she milked him with her muscles, every rake of her nails as she grabbed him with her passion, every breath exhaling from her lips from her lust.
Clara arched her back, as she felt her body shuddering with her release. Feeling her body trembling beneath his, he couldn't hold back any longer, he lunged into her warmth one last time, releasing his essence inside her waiting womb. They clung to each other, as the intensity of their orgasms was extended for an indefinite amount of time, within the time bubble surrounding them.
Clara awoke her eyes meeting the Doctor's worried gaze, "Are you okay?" he asked as he moved her hair from her forehead.
"I think so." She replied as she tried to sit up.
"Slowly, Clara, slowly." He said quietly as he helped her into a sitting position.
"What happened, Doctor?"
"A bonding." He responded with apprehension in his eyes, his forehead creasing with nervousness.
Reaching up she smiled, as she traced his lips with her fingers. "Good."
Bringing her fingers down, with a gentle kiss to each of them he sighed, "No, not good, Clara, not good at all."
Shocked at his comment, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, "Why?"
"Because you were not ready?"
Suddenly, the door of the room flew open and the caretaker entered his tweed coat flaring out as he moved, Clara hurriedly covered her naked body, as the Doctor flew to his feet, "Yes, you are correct Doctor she was not ready, but that doesn't matter." He said as he clapped his hands together, turning on the balls of his feet, pointing to the room around them.
"Of course it matters, you bumbling idiot."
Walking up to his future self, he stared at him threw his the bangs of his hair, "Think about it Doctor, ask the right questions, then maybe you will figure it out."
"Shut up and stop talking in riddles, and tell me what is going on." The Doctor bristled as he met his previous self's stare.
"Let me ask you this; how did you get here?"
Tilting his head the Doctor considered, "I not sure, it is a long story."
Moving toward Clara, he bent down at the waist, causing her to back away, "And you, tell me about your wedding day to…" looking toward the Doctor then back at her "me?" he finished.
Searching through her memory she couldn't remember any detail of the ceremony.
Snapping his fingers quickly, "Come on Clara, tell me." Seeing her blank expression he nodded, "Yes, that is what I thought."
Moving away from the bed and across the room he entered the hallway, quickly returning with a container filled will an alien specimen, handing it to the Doctor he smiled, "Tell me what you think of this?"
Looking into the glass container, his eyebrows furrowed, "It is a dream crab."
Snapping his fingers the caretaker said excitedly "Exactly!"