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: 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 dream crab, what is a dream crab?" Clara asked as she rose from the bed wrapping herself in the bed sheet, standing beside the Doctor, looking at the creature he was holding.

Looking at her the Doctor explained, "It is an alien creature that attaches to their victims faces, puncturing the temple, turning the brain into soup."

"What is it about you and brain soup?" Clara teased.

Rolling his eyes in irritation making her to giggle, "Seriously, Clara we are probably dying and all you can focus on is brain soup."

The caretaker smiled at the interchange, "Well brain soup is a good description for what these creatures do to a sentient being."

"Okay, then why am I not screaming in agony? It must be painful." She asked as she looked between the two men.

The Doctor looked at her sadly, "Because there is anesthetic."

"What is the anesthetic?" She asked apprehensively, not sure if she really wanted to know his response.

"Everything around us, Clara, this is a dream. It is not real."

"No, No, shut up, that can't be true." She backed up sitting on the bed with disbelief on her face as her ached in her chest.

Kneeling on the floor in front of her he grabbed her hands, "I am sorry, Clara but…."

Pushing her fingers against his lips, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Shush, what I feel, what I felt today has to be real. None of my dreams, my fantasies, have been so intense, so perfect." Wanting clarification that she was right, she looked up to where the caretaker was a moment ago, shocked to see him gone, "Where did he go?"

"He was a part of our subconscious minds, an physical aspect, to tell us something was wrong."

"But why him? Why not Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny"

"Because he is a part of both of us, the man you started traveling with and the man I use to be."

"What do we do now?"

"We wake up." he stated plainly as his looked down at the floor between them.

Using her fingers to bring his face up to hers, "But I don't want to wake up, I want this to continue."

He kissed her reverently before pulling back, "I know, but if we don't wake up, we die, Clara."

"Will I remember." She asked.

"Probably not, well maybe not, okay I give it a forty-five percent chance of us remembering, I have never experienced this before."

She leaned and kissed him one more time then smiled with false bravado, "Okay, I am ready. How do we wake up?"

"We wake up with one question." His hearts clinching in agony at what he was about to say.

"What is the question?"

Taking a deep breath he exhaled his question, "Have I ever said…. I love you?"

Looking at him, rejection showing in her eyes, "No, you haven't."

"No, I haven't" He said with sadness.

The room around them glowed brightly, when suddenly they both sat up from the bed gasping for air. Vastra and Jenny jumping back because of their sudden movements.

The Doctor turned toward Clara and grabbed her shoulders pulling her close to him, "Breath, breath, breath, Clara, please breath!"

Grabbing his jacket she tried desperately to control the panic overflowing from her body. The Doctor just rubbed her back soothingly; as he watched the dream crabs wither and die on the bedroom floor.

Vastra moved closer, "Are you both okay?"

Looking at his old friend over Clara's head, he answered, "Yes but there are probably more of those creatures around."

Nodding she grabbed Jenny's hand; "We will search for them immediately and take care of them with great prejudice."

As they exited the room, the Doctor brushed Clara's hair from her head, "Are you okay?

"No I am not." her voice muffled, pulling back from him she asked, "Why haven't you ever said?"

Smiling down at her, he kissed her, "Because I never got the chance."

"Well here is your second chance."

Leaning forward he whispered in her ear, "I love you Clara Oswald."

"I love you too, my Doctor." Bringing his lips to hers she kissed him with all the longing and passion within her.

Soon their kisses became fervent, tongues mingling with their moans as they indulged in their shared passion. Bringing her hands to his shirt, she unbuttoned the first three buttons when he stopped her.

Frustration and anger emerged from within her, "Don't you dare tell me again that I am not ready!"

Rising one of his hands, he dragged it from her jaw to the back of her neck, pulling her closer till their foreheads touched, "No, I am not going to say it Clara, but before we go any further we need to talk."

"I am tired of talking Doctor. We love each other, what more is there to say?"

"There are still lots of things left to be said, there are also things we need to do…to prepare you… for us."

"I don't understand?" she asked worriedly.

"What we experienced in the dream, is minute in comparison to the real thing. Being involved with me…is complicated, especially for a human."

"It didn't seem complicated with River."

"River was part Timelord, but it was still difficult, remember when I told you about the otters." Seeing her nod, he continued, "That was a direct result of one complication."

Giggling, she rubbed her fingers along his neck under his hairline, "So a complication caused you to sulk with a family of otters."

"It is not funny; it was a difficult time for me." He responded indignantly.

"I am sorry, Doctor, don't be angry with me." She said trying to hold back her laughter, "So where do we begin?"

"We have already begun." He stated raising his eyes suggestively, as he leaned her back on the bed passionately kissing her while he moved his hands down her side, stroking the skin beneath her shirt. Gasping, she clutched his arms as the familiar tingling, encompassed her body.

He steadily moved his hands to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one; he kissed the newly exposed skin, tracing an intricate pattern on her chest with his tongue and lips. Bringing his hand flat against her heart, he closed his eyes, feeling the rhythm increase, from his simple touch.

"Oh my Clara, your body hums to me, telling me of your passion, your lust, and your love. I want to feel it, hear it, for as long as time allows me."

Eyes misting with his words, "Let me feel and hear yours."

Opening his eyes he nodded, giving her permission, she finished unbuttoning his shirt, removing it with his coat. Placing her hand on his chest she closed her eyes to try to hear the same things he did, "I feel you but I can't hear you."

Moving his hands to her temple he pressed lightly with his middle finger, "Let me in Clara."

She felt a slight tingling, where his fingers touched her head, focusing on the sensation, she felt him enter her mind; she gasped, as she heard enthrall music flow through her mind.

The Doctor's Scottish lilt echoing in her mind, "That is my song for you." Then she heard a melody blending with the current music, "And that is your song for me."

She listened to the harmony, allowing the sounds to elevate her to a new plane of existence, too soon she felt him withdrawal from her mind, the notes of the song fading in her conscious.

Opening her eyes she stared into the blueness of the Doctor's eyes, kissing him softly she whispered, "Thank you."

Lying back on the bed, he maneuvered her next to his side, smoothing her hair with his hands, "Your welcome; my love. Now rest tomorrow we will begin our new adventure together."

Fin

A/N: Ahhh, the last chapter of another story, but don't worry more is going to come in the second installment "Embracing the Addiction." Now that this story is finished please review and tell me what you think.