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Chapter 19

Clara stepped away from the finished Christmas tree and admired their work for a moment while Amy straightened out the tinsel.

"Well, at least Rory brought a straight one this year," she commented, "The one we had last year was all crooked and quite sorry looking."

Clara giggled at the thought of it. Amy and Rory were lovely people, Clara had realized that in the three days she had been a guest in their home and for the first time in 15 years Clara got a glimpse of what a family spirit felt like. Ever since she had lost her mother nothing had ever been quite the same with her grandmother still living in Blackpool and her father retreating more and more; she had forgotten what it was like to have a family. Amy and Rory, they were the Doctor's family, they loved and adored him and they had accepted her immediately. They were treating her so kindly that sometimes Clara forgot all about the key, the organisation and being on the run.

On her first day here Amy had asked her about her relationship with the Doctor at which Clara had only smiled and shrugged, yet it seemed to have been enough for Amy. She had smiled knowingly and never asked about it again.

"I'm gonna get started on dinner. Rory will be home in an hour," Amy said, rousing her from her daydream.

"Do you want my help?" Clara asked.

Amy shook her head. "Nah, it's fine. Better keep the Doctor company. He's been cooped up in the study all day and he really hates that."

Clara smiled and nodded before she made her way out of the living room and up to the end of the corridor where she could hear the soft music of a guitar. The first time Clara had heard him play two days ago she had hardly been able to believe it. The Doctor was good at it and he was using music to distract him from the pain he was still in. Yet Rory was insistent on lowering the dose of his painkillers a little each day.

After a careful knock Clara stepped inside and found him sitting in the armchair, the guitar on his lap and he smiled at her when he saw her.

"Don't stop," Clara told him softly, "I like hearing you play."

Nevertheless the Doctor put his guitar aside and shrugged. "My finger are getting a bit tired," he said and somehow Clara got the impression that it wasn't just the fingers that were getting tired, it was the Doctor. She had spent enough time with him now to know that sitting still wasn't his cup of tea. Yet his wounded leg forced him.

She walked up to him and sank down on the arm rest of the chair, smiling at him. He smiled back.

"How's the leg today?" she asked quietly.

The Doctor let his head fall back and groaned.

"That bad, huh?"

He heard him take a deep breath before he looked at her again. "I wish Rory would let me have more painkillers. It's driving me insane. The pain and the sitting around," he complained.

Clara bit down on her lip when he closed his eyes again. "How about some natural painkillers instead?" she asked mischievously. They had been cuddling and kissing for days and the Doctor was finally starting to open up to her. Maybe he would let her now. Maybe.

The Doctor scoffed. "What could that possibly be?" he asked her back and his eyes shot wide open when she dropped her hand to his belt. He seemed scared all of a sudden.

"Endorphins," Clara replied simply as she attempted to undo his belt but the Doctor's hand reached for her own, stopping her.

"Clara," he gave a small, short laugh, "I'm not really up to my best right now. I doubt I could-"

"Shhh," she hissed softly as she rose from her sitting position only to go down on her knees in front of him a moment later, "You don't have to do anything at all. Just let me."

Her hands brushed off his before she finally undid his belt. Slowly and deliberately. His resistance seemed to melt away under her fingers.

He cleared his throat. "It doesn't seem right," he whispered quietly.

Clara looked up, staring straight at him. "Why? I want it. You want it. Why shouldn't it be right?"

Again he laughed. "Because I promised your father that I would protect you and if he knew what has been going through my mind these past few days, if he knew how much I don't want to stop kissing you, he would kill me."

Clara smiled back at him. "See, that's where I think you're wrong. My father kept telling me how I shouldn't waste my time chasing boys, how I should find a good man who would put me first at every turn, who would read my every wish from my eyes. You are exactly that kind of man."

She scrambled back to her feet and leaned over the armchair until she could look straight into his eyes.

"Clara Oswald," the Doctor said hoarsely, "I don't believe that's what you're after."

When she kissed him again he finally stopped talking, like he always did. His response to the first kiss they had shared three days ago had surprised Clara. It had surprised her how eager he had been all of a sudden and how he hadn't been able to stop himself since. They never kissed in front of Amy or Rory, just when they were alone in the room they shared. On their second day he had allowed her to touch him. Now, Clara thought, it was time to make the next step. She sank back down to her knees and this time the Doctor didn't protest as her hands landed in his belt and pulled it away before opening his trousers and pulling them down.

Clara smiled as she bent forward and took him in her hands, pulled the skin back and placed a soft kiss on the tip. She could feel him twitch in her fingers at the sudden contact with her mouth and it caused the butterflies in her stomach to flutter around wildly. To be allowed to touch him like that was something she had wanted but never expected to happen.

"What if Amy walks in?" the Doctor asked weakly.

Clara wrapped her hand around him and started to gently stroke along his length. "She won't. She's making dinner."

The Doctor sighed and let his head sink back against the chair when Clara started to feel him grow harder under her touch and that was when Clara knew he wouldn't try to stop her again. She leaned forward again and grazed his shaft with her tongue at which he murmured something Clara didn't understand. He was nice and big already in his half erect state when Clara wrapped her lips around his tip and slowly sucked him into mouth. The Doctor hissed sharply, his hips moving to meet her just a little and he dropped his hands to her head, burying his fingers in her hair. She loved how his nails scraped gently over her scalp.

When she continued to move him in and out of her mouth, keeping her tongue flat against his underside Clara could feel his body pump the blood into his member until he was rock solid between her lips. Clara reached out to cup his balls in her hands and pressed down on the spot right behind them and suddenly she heard a low moan comimg from his throat.

She let him glide out of her mouth when she realized the Doctor's breath was becoming audible and instead Clara licked straight across the tip of his cock. She looked up at him, slowing her movements until he also opened his eyes to see what was going on.

Suddenly the Doctor chuckled. "God, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Mh-mh," Clara hummed in reply as she dipped her tongue into his slit that was already leaking with precum. She took him back into her mouth, sucking him in hard until she could hear another moan at the back of his throat. He was so hard and big, the idea of him thrusting inside her almost driving Clara crazy. She had half a mind to abandon her attempts to make him feel better and instead climb onto his lap and tend to her own aching desire.

"Clara," he hummed, his breathing fast and ragged now as he dug his fingernails deeper into her scalp, guiding her head around him and he arched his back up to meet her. His protests had stopped entirely, instead the Doctor seemed all too eager now to plunge into her mouth, to let her taste him. In fact, he seemed to be getting a little desperate for it.

Clara pressed her lips together a little more, ignoring the burning sensation he was causing her and revelled in the response she got from him in return.

"Yes," he panted, clawing at her hair and pushing his hips up at an increasing pace, "Just faster. Please. A little-"

His words died out in a moan as his cock hit the back of her throat and Clara swallowed the impulse to gag but quickly sped up her movements just like he had asked her to. She wanted him to come and she wanted it to be so good that he would never forget this moment for the rest of his life. So Clara increased the pressure of her lips around him and left it up to him to direct to the speed.

Clara wasn't sure if he had stopped trying to keep his voice low or if there was no way he possibly could now that he was so deep into his arousal but the moans and grunts coming from his throat could surely be heard on the corridor by now as he kept thrusting into her mouth without any restraint left. Clara's own sex tingled at the promise of what he would be like once he was fully recovered and could take her any way he wanted. The thought of it made her moan around him.

"Clara. . . I. . . I'm," he broke off again, gasping for air and Clara could feel him leaking into her mouth as he thrust up, uncoordinated, before his movements eventually slowed and he sank back limply into his chair.

She let him slip from her mouth, trailing his shaft with her tongue as she licked him clean and for a moment no sound could be heard other than the Doctor's heavy breathing. Suddenly he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up, pressing their lips together for a long, desperate kiss.