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Chapter 22

So what if leg wasn't completely healed. So what if he was still in pain. The Doctor couldn't wait a moment longer. He had been thinking about Clara non-stop ever since their encounter in Rory's office that had somehow started a fire inside him he just couldn't ignore. He had been thinking about her all day, shamelessly giving himself to the thought of how it would be like to finally sink into her. He wanted it and he wanted it right now, so much that he was already growing hard just imagining it.

The Doctor pulled Clara on top of him so she straddled his lap, their lips never breaking apart and her hips now dug deliciously into his own. He groaned into her mouth at the sensation and lifted his own hips up to increase the friction. She felt so good on top of him already that it only stoked his desire.

Clara eventually pulled away from him, panting and laughing. "What's gotten into you?" she giggled, "Should you be exercising like this with your leg?"

"Screw the leg," he growled, his hands wandering to her waist to guide her, rubbing her against his own body. He could feel his cock grow harder at the excitement of having Clara so close.

She chuckled again. "Alright," Clara said and reached for the hem of her shirt before she pulled it over her head, casting it aside and bearing her breasts to him. The Doctor thought he had never seen a woman so beautiful, so perfect as the one he was beholding right now. While one hand remained steady on her hip he raised the other to her breast and cupped it, small and firm under he palm and the Doctor pulled her back down to bring his mouth to it. Clara gave a small hiss when he sucked her nipple and started kissing his way down from the space between her breasts to her navel. She was so small in his hands and so beautiful and he wanted her so, so much.

Clara helped him get rid of their clothes, throwing her knickers aside before she went to hastily unbutton his shirt and his trousers.

"Careful," the Doctor reminded her of his wound as she pulled them down and he saw the excitement on her face when her gaze fell on his erection. Just how a woman like Clara could want him still evaded him but right now it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except him and her.

The Doctor let out a groan as she wrapped her hot, wet lips around him and right now there was nothing he wanted more than her mouth around his cock but nevertheless he pulled her back up to his level. If they were going to do it, they were going to do it properly and he would try his hardest to please her.

"I believe it's my turn," he said as he tried to lift her up higher but Clara didn't budge. Instead she eyed him curiously, her eyes so much darker than usually.

"What have you planned?" she asked mischievously.

When he caught her off guard he managed to propel her up so she was kneeling right over his face and the Doctor lifted his head and cupped her sex with his mouth. Clara whimpered on top of him at the sudden sensation as soon as she had realized just what exactly he was doing. He held her steady as she adjusted to find a more comfortable position before he slipped his tongue between her folds and sucked gently. The sounds she made shot straight to his core, fuelling how own arousal and making his cock twitch in anticipation. Clara was so wet already when she started grinding against his tongue, so ready for him that it almost drove him wild. She mewled on top of him as he lapped at her and the Doctor withdrew himself from her, chuckling.

"You taste amazing, do you know that?"

Clara let out a groan and reached down into his hair to guide him. "Shut up and continue," she replied breathlessly and hummed in satisfaction when he brought his tongue back to her clit. He tried his best to suppress his own rising need but it was becoming increasingly hard to do. If only he could be inside her already or at least reach down and tend to his aching desire. He was so hard by now he felt as if he was about to burst.

On top of him Clara moaned once more, burying her fingers deeper into his scalp. "More," she breathed, a sound that came from the back of her throat.

That was it. The Doctor couldn't wait any longer. He took Clara by the waist and flipped them both over, ignoring how the pain instantly shot through his leg but that was nothing compared to his desperate need to finally find some form of release. The Doctor bent down to kiss her roughly before he came back up to smile.

"How flexible are your legs?" he asked, smiling in anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs. He was so close to her that only centimetres separated him from her. He could already feel her heat.

Clara grinned back at him. "I don't know. Let's find out?"

She uttered a small sound of surprise, following by laughing as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and bent back down only to see Clara still giggling.

"Still good?"

"Never been better," she reassured him with a smile. She moaned loudly, a strained sound from the back of her throat that overshadowed his own as he sank into her, her walls so tight around him that the Doctor thought he wouldn't last a minute. It took all of his willpower to keep his thrust shallow and slow and not plunge into her when really that was what he wanted. She felt so much better around him than he had expected as he started moving inside of her and Clara lifted her hips up in response, eager to meet him. When he looked at her Clara had her eyes closed and her lips were parted, the breath coming out fast and heavy and only then he dared to go just a little faster, just a little deeper.

He couldn't contain the sounds coming from his lips as he thrust inside her and with each time she took in a little more of him until he was completely buried inside of her. It was then that Clara let out a cry and he stopped abruptly. God, he didn't want to stop at all. He wanted to remain engulfed by her heat forever.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No," she keened before she chuckled and opened her eyes, "I like it rough."

"Are you su-"

"Go on," Clara urged him and finally he did what she asked, what he wanted to do. He plunged back inside of her, her hips thrusting him to meet him as they were picking up pace and the Doctor gave himself to her completely. Everything about Clara was amazing from her scent to her body to the way she felt around him and he didn't want this moment to ever stop. However Clara was soon writhing beneath him, her breath becoming faster as was their rhythm and when she cried out his name and her walls started fluttering around his cock in her orgasm he knew that he was beyond the point of no return. He thrust inside her once, twice before he felt overpowered by pleasure and he felt it shoot through his body as it grew rigid and spent himself inside of her.

The Doctor remained there for a long moment, just catching his breath, revelling in the feeling of release and waiting until he felt his erection abate and he pulled out of her to come to rest next to Clara.

"Now I'm curious what you're like when your leg has healed," she joked, still panting.

The Doctor almost felt too tired to reply but he wrapped his arm around Clara and pulled her closer. Now that she had mentioned it he did feel a throbbing in his leg and he thought that maybe it hadn't been such a good idea after all but it had been absolutely worth it. He felt marvellously empty and spent.

"Are you okay?" Clara inquired curiously with just a hint of worry on her voice.

The Doctor swallowed hard. "Yeah," he replied breathlessly, "Better than okay."

He turned his head to kiss her forehead before he closed his eyes, knowing he would fall asleep quickly and he smiled to himself. Once he was fully healed he wanted to spend days with Clara just doing what they had done a few minutes ago. Just Clara and himself and a bed – that would be the best thing in the world.

"Sorry about your leg," Clara gave him an apologetic look as he struggled with his crutches when they were about to head into the kitchen for to have breakfast with the others. The Doctor only growled in reply. The walking stick would probably have to wait for a few more days now. "If it's any consolation, I think I pulled a muscle."

Finally the Doctor chuckled. "That's the price you pay for liking it rough," he commented just as she opened the door and they both looked straight into Amy's face. She looked tired and maybe a little bit annoyed but there was also something mischievous about her face. It was obvious that she had overheard at least a part of their conversation.

"I was just gonna call you for breakfast but now that you mention it," she paused, "Rory would like me to tell you that with your leg you should probably abstain from rough, sexual activities."

"I did not say it like that!" came a protesting voice from the direction of the kitchen and by now the Doctor was sure he was blushing mercilessly. Clara however didn't seem the least bit embarrassed.

Amy lowered her voice. "In other words: keep it down, please?"

"Sorry," the Doctor mumbled, his eyes now fixed on his feet.

"Now come on, guys," she said more cheerfully now, "It's Christmas and I'm sure you must be starving after all the rough workout."

Clara giggled in reply but the Doctor still didn't dare to look at Amy while he followed her into the kitchen. Knowing her he would never hear the end of it.