Thank you for the reviews *hugs* Will Clara make up her mind now or will she just get herself deeper into trouble?

Chapter 26

Clara stared at the phone on her hands, comparing the address in the message with the one of the house in front of her and she knew she had definitely come to the right place. Yet why the Doctor had asked her here, Clara couldn't say. When she knocked on the door, still not entirely convinced she was actually at the right address, the Doctor opened a few moments later, wearing an apron.

"You're early," he blurted out and immediately reached for his hair, ruffling it and shaking out what Clara suspected to be flour.

"Finished preparations for my classes early," Clara replied and tried to look past him into the strange house, "Doctor, why are we here? Whose house is this?"

"Missy wouldn't let me use her own home, but she suggested I could use one of her listings. She's in the real estate business. I picked this cause it was closest to the university," he explained.

"Oh, okay."

"Well, come inside," the Doctor suggested and with a smile on her lips Clara stepped past him into the corridor.

It was a cute house, not particularly big, but there seemed to be enough space for two people. The furniture was modern and basic, if maybe a bit sterile looking, and Clara guessed it came straight from a well know Swedish furniture shop. However, when she stepped into the kitchen, Clara realized that the Doctor had done a great deal to make it a little more homely. His record player was sitting on a shelf, playing music at a low volume, and the table was already set. It was a thoroughly lovely thing to do for her just so they could talk.

"I haven't finished with dinner yet, I'm afraid," the Doctor said when Clara had dropped her purse on the table and she spun around, observing at him intently.

He looked adorable with his messy hair and apron, that look on his face that was so boyish and insecure. It melted her heart. If it wasn't for that one tiny, little doubt.

"Did you really ask me here to have dinner and talk?"

A frown appeared on his forehead. "Yes," he said carefully, "I thought that was the whole point of this. Why?"

"Let's not," Clara said with a smile and when the Doctor opened his mouth to reply, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips on his own. His protest was silenced immediately and he closed his arms around her, pulling her deeper into the kiss.

She parted her lips and felt for his tongue, carefully, reluctantly, until she could feel his initial hesitation fade and give in to her.

"Clara-" he gasped when they broke apart for air.

"Hush," she laughed softly, "I said let's not talk."

"But-"

Again Clara pecked him on the lips, interrupting his sentence. "I'm the boss," she explained, trying very hard to look stern even though she felt thoroughly nervous. This was serious. She was about to cheat on Danny again and this time she was fully aware of what she was doing. It was exciting and frightening and she wanted it.

"You're the boss," the Doctor confirmed, a soft smile on his lips and his arms still holding a tight grip around her.

Clara reached behind his back and neck to undo the apron while the Doctor struggled to help her out of her coat, their lips clashing once again in a more passionate kiss. This time Clara took it all in – the way his mouth felt on top of her own, the way his body just radiated heat when pressed against her.

"Uhm," the Doctor mumbled against her lips when Clara was beginning to untuck his shirt, "I still don't have any condoms."

"I do," she replied breathlessly, a hint of a smirk on her lips, "In my purse."

Clara hardly had time to reach for her purse when the Doctor lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him in response and bent down to kiss him again. God, she didn't ever want to stop kissing him.

Slowly the Doctor made his way into the bedroom, carrying her all the way before lowering Clara back to her feet once he came to a halt next to the large and very soft looking bed. She sank down to sit on the mattress, her hands landing right on the Doctor's belt, and she looked up, frowning. "Are you wearing silly underpants?" she asked.

He chuckled in reply. "No," he said, "Missy was kind enough to give them back to me."

"Mh," Clara uttered, not entirely convinced, "I think I should check, don't you?"

"Oh, absolutely," he grinned at her when she started to undo his belt, going deliberately slow just to enjoy the thrill of the moment for a bit longer. Then she pulled down his trousers to reveal a pair of simple, black underpants.

"Huh, I'm not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed," she said, smiling up at him.

Clara uttered a sound of surprise when the Doctor suddenly bent down, lifted her up and threw her down further onto the bed before landing right on top of her. His whole body was pressed against her own and Clara could feel the excitement course through her body that concentrated in a tingling, itching sensation between her thighs. His lips kissed her throat, nibbling at the sensitive skin and causing Clara to moan while the Doctor's hands found the hem of her dress, working to pull it up. His hands seemed to be everywhere. On her legs, her arse, her stomach and breasts, but never where she actually needed them to be. Her juices were already pooling between her legs and Clara craved some sort of friction to tend to her arousal.

Finally, after their clothes had gone, the Doctor pulled away, panting, and looked at her. Then, at last, she felt his fingers carefully on the insides of her thigh.

"How do you like it?" he asked.

Clara smiled at him. "At this point you can do whatever the hell you want," she replied breathlessly.

Then suddenly his head was gone from her few and the Doctor slid down. Clara was about to ask what he was going to do when she felt him spread her legs and she sank back into the pillows. The moment his mouth cupped her sex Clara knew that she was unlikely to protest what he was about to do. She buried her hands into his hair and exhaled sharply once his hot tongue delved between her folds, the feeling of it almost causing her to moan out load in relief.

"Okay, that's good," she panted, "Definitely very good."

She spread her legs a little wider, allowing the Doctor full access as he lapped at her, mapped her out with his tongue and she leaned back, taking in every little movement, every little sensation as the warm, tingling feeling grew. He was good, very good, and soon Clara found herself grinding against his mouth. She clawed at his hair, gasping when he dipped his tongue in, but it was only enough to drive her to the edge, but not beyond.

"Mhh, Doctor," she hummed, trying to get him to repeat the movement when his tongue was swirling around her clit. "Please."

His hand joined in and a moment later Clara could feel his fingers slipping into her wetness, filling her up and she tightened her walls around them to feel more. Clara rocked against his hand, going faster while his tongue only added to the sensation. Soon the movements blurred, merging into one big pool of feelings until finally, in waves of released, her orgasm came over her.

Clara was still panting when the Doctor came back up to press a kiss on her lips that robbed her of her breath.

"Thanks," she said, smiling at him.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her. "For what?"

She shrugged, giggling. "I don't know. Seemed like a good time to be polite."

He scrambled on top of her and a moment later Clara could feel his hardness pressed deliciously against her sex that was still throbbing from her climax, but the Doctor hesitated.

"Where did you say the condoms were?"

"Purse," Clara panted in reply and before she knew it, the Doctor was gone from on top of her and had reached for her purse. She took it out of his hands and drew out the package of condoms, only to earn a frown from the Doctor.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he laughed, "Just looks like you've come prepared."

Clara shrugged. "Maybe I had a hunch."

She opened the wrapping and reached out to pull the condom over his member, stroking him in the process at which the Doctor uttered a low moan.

"You like that," she noted with a grin.

"No, it's disgusting. Please stop," he laughed and Clara giggled with him.

The Doctor closed his eyes when she continued to run her hand up and down his shaft and her sex was beginning to prickle with desire once more. She was hardly able to wait until he was finally inside of her. He was hard and big in her hand and even though her memory of the night was foggy, she could remember just how good he had felt.

Then suddenly the Doctor pushed her back down, landing on top of her again and instinctively Clara parted her legs for him.

"Do it," she prompted him with a smile.

Clara gasped when he drove into her and she wrapped her arms around him for support as he began to move, filling her up with each thrust. The Doctor moaned softly, his eyes closed and brows furrowed while he focused on the task at hand and Clara decided to close her eyes as well and do exactly the same.

He rocked into her at a slow pace as if deliberately taking his time to build up that sweet, sparkling feeling as he went in deeper and he hit that spot that made her moan out load. Clara hooked her leg around his arse and tried to guide his rhythm, a little faster, a little deeper and then just a little more.

She could hear his breathing becoming faster, the Doctor panting into her ear as his movements sped up and his entire body was pressed against her own.

"Clara," he whispered hoarsely, his mouth nipping at her lobe for a moment, "You're amazing."

Then his hand reached for her hip and pulled her up, changing the angle just a little, but when he dove back inside of her, they both moaned in unison. His thrusts were coming harder now, a little more desperate, and Clara found that she didn't mind at all when he kept hitting her sweet spot, bringing her a little closer each time. The build-up was slow and sweet and almost maddening and Clara thought she wouldn't be able to take it a lot longer before she went utterly insane with desire. She clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin and in response the Doctor uttered a low growl.

"Give it to me," she begged, "Come on, please."

The Doctor buried himself deeper inside her of, grunting when he sped up his thrusts and finally Clara could feel her muscles starting to flutter around him. This time it wasn't sweet or slow, this time her orgasm came crashing down on her with a force she hadn't expected as he kept thrusting into her and Clara could hear herself cry out in the moment of climax. Then the Doctor's movements stopped as well and with a deep moan he released himself.

Clara fell back into the sheets with the Doctor collapsing next to her, and for a moment she just needed to breathe.