Author's Notes: An alternative first meeting for Clamy. I may well write a part 2 to this one if there's interest in it, cos I feel like cowboy hat Clara deserves a proper outing and I want to know what Amy has planned haha. As always, let me know what you think in reviews!
Clara Oswald sat at the bar, drinking. "Something troubling you?" a friendly Scottish voice said from behind her. Amy Pond sat down next to her. Clara glanced at the redhead with suspicion for a moment, she seemed so familiar. Then the brunette sighed. "I guess," Clara admitted. "It was just this guy..." Amy nodded. "I'm Amy," she smiled. "Clara," Clara replied. "Tell me about this guy," Amy kept the sweet smile plastered to her face, determined to help the little brunette.
"I used to travel with this man, and we were close. But then I..." Clara hesitated, how she possibly explain the Doctor, and the life she'd led with him. And how it all ended so suddenly. "... Moved on. Now he's out there and I'm here." Amy's smile didn't falter but it shifted slightly, and her eyes showed an understanding deeper than Clara could believe: "Believe it or not, I know the feeling," Her smile was more melancholy now.
"It wasn't supposed to be this hard," Clara forced a smile, "It wasn't meant to be anything..." "Serious?" Amy finished for her. "Yeah," Clara smiled at the kindred soul, "He was so different, he was... Impossible. And there's no way he ever would have but I always kind of thought..." Amu put her hand on Clara's comfortingly. "I know exactly what you're talking about." As their hands touched, they both felt the jolt of passion and lust ignite inside them...
Amy slammed Clara into the door and Clara's bare legs lifted up and wrapped around the Scots girl as they backed up towards the bed in Amy's hotel room. The lights were off and they were both in various states of undress now. Clara's dress was torn open and several buttons were now unaccounted for somewhere on the floor, her breasts heaving with a thin black bra, while the bottom of her dress had been rolled up far enough that her legs were free for Amy's hands to roam, and her knickers visible and vulnerable.
Amy was left in a red white vest on her top half and her little denim skirt remained intact below. They collapsed onto the bed, with Clara on top and they wrestled for control. Clara's dress was shed completely and Amy felt her skirt finally dislodged, and worked down off of her. As Amy's vest was pulled from her she managed to get on top and gain control, pinning the feisty brunette down beneath her.
Clara lay helplessly as Amy, with a cheeky grin, tugged away Clara's tight little panties. Amy flicked her orange hair back out of her eyes and slid down Clara's smooth petite body until her head was level with Clara's pussy. Clara felt Amy's long red hair tickle her skin softly, lightly tickling the brunette in her most sensitive spot. Clara couldn't see Amy's face, it was hidden by the mess of hair. Then she felt Amy's tongue trickle over her vagina.
"Oh God!" Clara moaned out, her head shooting backwards. A,u kept lapping at her like a dog and Clara had to fight to keep control of herself, staring up at the ceiling. "So Clara Oswald," Amy said playfully, kissing her clit, "You haven't told me what you do." "Teacher!" Sara gasped out. "Sounds sexy. Amy teased, sucking on her vagina now. Clara just about managed to let out another gasp of delight. "I'm going to teach you something with some of that with the things I want to do to you right now..." Amy whispered as she released her pussy and slid back up to eye level.
The redhead's hands expertly removed Clara's bra and grasped her modest breasts. "What do you want to do to me?" Amy asked Clara with a wink as she squeezed her tits. Clara was writhing beneath her, their legs rubbing against each other. "I don't understand," Clara said quietly. "Well," Amy grinned, pinching her nipples and working those boobs up and down forcefully. "I have a bottle of red wine, some whipped cream, a feather duster, handcuffs, a cowboy hat and some pots of jelly."
Clara stared at Amy in disbelief and realised just how young the night was still. "Well then..." Clara winked, pushing Amy off of her. "Pass me the handcuffs, the hat and the cream then sit down over there." Amy did as she was told, then sat down on the wooden chair, an eager waiting grin on her face.
Clara handcuffed Amy's hands behind her back, pulled back the waist of her panties and squirted whipped cream at Amy's vagina. Then she put on the cowboy hat herself with a wink and smirk. Finally she straddled Amy and whispered: "I'll show you what I want to do to you." Amy grinned, excited, but knew it would be nothing compared to what she had planned for Clara later...