Author's note: I listened to Drops of Jupiter by Train while writing this chapter along with 'best day of my life' by American Authors and Clarity by Foxes. High rating applies here.
Twilight began to set in when Clara pulled onto the road to their temporary home. In one yard there were children playing. Their giggles met Clara's ears making her smile as she drove past, her mind wandering to her school children. She wondered if they missed her or if she would get back to her own time someday so they would not know she had ever been gone in the first place. That would bring its own set of problems she supposed if she ended up aging enough during her time with the Doctor for them to notice.
That subject happened to be one thing about time travel that Clara's mind never wrapped around properly. When the Doctor said he has literally known her for hundreds of years he meant it. She was currently 28 and from the year 2014 but when she returned how old would she be? Did she ever want to return or did she want to be like the Doctor and no longer claim a time line?
"What're you thinking about?" The Doctor asked, a look of concern on his face as they pulled into the garage.
"Just bout how you don't really have a time line." She said as she pulled the car into park.
"Do so!" The Doctor replied, as he unbuckled himself.
"Well okay you do, but you don't have a year that you call your own." Clara unbuckled herself as well and turned to him. "You return to 2014 a lot because that was the year I was from, but I'm sure you've had plenty of companions from different time periods."
"Sure I have." The Doctor replied. "I suppose its because Gallifrey doesn't have a time period anymore that I don't have one either. Gallifrey is my home."
Clara frowned for a moment in thought. Then she opened the car to get out. "That must feel really strange."
"Yeah, sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere." The Doctor copied her and got out of the car too. "Did you have a good time Clara?"
"Yes." She was glad for the change of subject. "Now lets go check out this house huh?"
They wandered inside and turned on the lights as they passed through the front door. The place was even prettier at night. The light switches had dimmers and the leather furniture looked plush and inviting.
"What do you feel like doing now?" The Doctor asked as he stretched and walked over to the couch.
"I dunno... TV sound okay?" Clara placed her shawl on the back of the couch and went to sit near him.
"I have never been one to just sit around watching TV but I could give it a try." The Doctor picked up the remote, trying to figure out what all the buttons did. Eventually, he got the TV on and he flipped through the channels trying to find something.
"What do you usually do on couches then?" She laughed. "Didn't you tell me you recently stayed with a guy as his roommate? Didn't you watch TV with him?"
"You use the word recently so strange to me." The Doctor replied choosing what looked like a special on lions on Animal Planet. "My time with Craig was also a long time ago remember?"
"Sorry, yes, I know we had this conversation yesterday." Clara sighed and nuzzled into his side, putting her face into his chest. "It's just hard for me to understand."
The Doctor sighed and ran his hand down the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. "I know. When you're on the TARDIS a bit longer it'll become more natural I promise."
"You're the expert, I suppose," Clara said, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
"I'm just a mad man in a box," The Doctor rubbed her shoulder and kissed her forehead. "Why don't we just watch... whatever this is?" He gestured to the wide screen mounted on the wall. It was now explaining how the mother lions taught their children to drink from the watering hole.
Sometime later after a couple shows and Chinese take out, (they had found a menu for it in the kitchen), Clara yawned while stretching her arms.
"I think it's bout time we investigate the upstairs," She declared, as she walked over to the stairwell. The Doctor got up from the couch and followed her. He had mentioned earlier that he had never visited this house before either so it was new for him as well.
"I asked and he said there are two bedrooms. The master and the guest bedroom. Which one do you want?" He asked this quite innocently, and he was unable to see Clara's face fall as she still faced the stairs.
"Oh, I guess the guest room will do..." Clara replied, trying to keep her voice steady. She had hoped he would invite her to share a bed with him. She considered saying something but then decided it was best not to. She still did not want to rush him.
"Are you sure? The master has an attached bathroom. The guest just has the one in the hall."
"I'm sure." Clara knew she had stiffness in her voice now, but the Doctor continued to ignore it.
"Alright then Miss Oswald." The Doctor said, grasping her hand and bringing it to his lips. "It has been a pleasure to spend the evening with you."
Clara nodded and turned to go to the opposite end of the hallway to her bedroom. "See you in the morning, Doctor."
Later that night Clara tossed and turned. Though the house stayed rooted to the ground, Clara's stomach felt as though she were on a boat. At least in the TARDIS her bedroom was much nearer the Doctor's. Also the house, though beautiful, was far too silent.
Earlier she had gone down to the TARDIS to retrieve her bathrobe and pajamas from her wardrobe. After a shower she was sure that sleep would not be far off, but she now knew as she lay in the dark that her emotions were creeping up on her.
"This is pointless." She grumbled to herself as she sat up in bed. Her eyes ached from the need for sleep. She fumbled with the side table lamp and sighed in frustration when it did not turn on. It appeared the light bulb had burnt out previous to her being there.
She pulled the covers up to her chin and looked around to the darkened room. She cursed at herself for not learning where the ceiling light switch was. She didn't want to be alone anymore in this unfamiliar place.
Clara, as graceful as she could, got out of bed and wandered to the door. When she opened it, she peered out into the darkness, which she could navigate much easier. The hallway had several tiny night lights at regular intervals along the walls. She tiptoed as she approached the closed door to the Doctor's room.
There had been a couple times now that Clara had snuck into the Doctor's room in the dead of night on the TARDIS. He never questioned her and it was never talked about the next day. He would just simply pull her into his arms and she would drift off to sleep. Clara would usually leave before he woke up the next day, so perhaps he thought he dreamed the incidences.
Clara slowly turned the doorknob. The Doctor however was not asleep as she was expecting. He sat up in bed, and of course his bedside lamp worked. He had a news paper propped up in his hands and a pair of half moon glasses perched on his nose. He was not wearing a shirt.
On his naked chest he had hair, but it was sparse. It seemed to be in all the places proper male chest hair should be. The hair got thicker on his stomach as it disappeared into the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He looked up from his reading, and smiled to Clara. "Couldn't sleep either?"
"No, not really," Clara replied scratching the back of her neck and looking away. "Can I join you?"
"Don't see why not, got plenty of room." The Doctor replied, gesturing to the rest of the king sized bed. Whoever owned this house was quite rich it seemed. Everything just was extravagant to the point of uselessness.
Clara wandered over to the large bed, pulling back the covers and sliding next to the Doctor. He continued to read his paper, examining the gardening section of all things.
"Anything interesting?" Clara inquired, as she curled up, her head on a feather pillow. She snuggled into the bed, feeling much more content than she had a few minutes prior.
"Oh you know, I always wish I could grow some things on the TARDIS," The Doctor replied, frowning as he folded the paper in two. "but all the time travel has weird effects on simple living things. More complex organisms like you and I can handle it, but plants... or babies... not so much."
"Babies?" Clara asked, her eyes wide.
"Yes... River to be exact."
"Your... your wife?"
"Ex Wife, but yes. She became half a time lord because of her mother time traveling while pregnant. Or while they were conceiving... I never figured it out."
"Your wife was conceived in the TARDIS?" Clara said blankly.
"It's still a long story."
"I've got time."
"Maybe later," The Doctor sighed and looked at Clara, his eyes took in her eager face. "I'm slightly more interested in why such a beautiful girl is in my bed."
A fine blush crept across Clara's face. Usually she was more confident in situations like this. She was not some silly school girl. Yet, something about the way the Doctor had called her beautiful struck her. It her feel like this was not like other occasions when young boys would take her to bed. This was way more different.
"The reason is stupid," Clara mumbled, looking away from him, trying to stay put together.
"I highly doubt that," The Doctor replied. He laid down under the covers too, becoming eye level with her. He reached over and played with the collar of her bathrobe. "Please tell me, Clara."
His breath danced over her name, making her feel a rush of heat run through her to unexpected places. "I..." She stammered. "I guess I always worry that I will wake up and find you gone again."
The Doctor ran a finger up the side of her neck and began tracing back and forth over her jaw. He could tell it was starting to have the intended effect when her eyes began to glaze over. "What if I told you you weren't the only one that fears that?" He ran his thumb over her cheek. "I don't ever want to lose you again, my Clara."
He whispered the last part of his sentence and it was not long before Clara's lips had find his. Her hot mouth moved across the Doctor's, her long eyelashes grazing her cheeks. Her warm body pressed against his, her leg wrapping around his hips to pull him closer. The Doctor's hand left her cheek and pushed under her bathrobe, feeling her breast through her t-shirt. The nipple was already hard. He played with it through the fabric as he pushed himself against her, feeling an old, but familiar ache take him over.
Clara moved her lips to his jaw and kissed down the side of his neck, and her hand ran down his chest as well, which she had better access to. The Doctor moaned softly when she dug her nails into his side while biting into his neck.
"Clara," the Doctor moaned between pants as he pushed his hardness against her privates. "Are you okay with this?" He brought his hand to her hip and slipped his thumb under the fabric of both her pajamas and her underwear.
Clara, who seemed to be on another plane of existence due to how much she had wanted this nodded. "Just let me take off my robe." She sat up as she pulled the large piece of cloth off of herself and cast it haphazardly onto the floor. She then reached over to the Doctor and pulled down his pajama bottoms. He pulled them the rest of the way off and mirrored her by tossing them off onto the floor.
The Doctor's cock was hard and it hovered over his lower abdomen as he laid down on his back. He had silvery gray tufts of hair around the base of it, and he blushed a bit as Clara examined him, her eyes shining in the dim light.
"I would have trimmed if I... well... you know." The Doctor mumbled.
"It's fine, it's more than." Clara breathed.
She almost couldn't believe her luck. The Doctor could have looked like anything down there and it would have been fine. A new feeling rose up through her now; intense, unrelenting love.
She reached over and ran her fingers down the perfect trail of hair down his stomach to his cock making the Doctor hiss and his eyes close. Her mouth hovered over the tip of his cock, her eyes watching his reactions, and a smile coming to her lips as he begged for her.
Clara licked the head while gripping the base, and she saw the Doctor's hands grip onto the sheet under him. She brought her hand up in one quick stroke, feeling him twitch as she nuzzled her face into his pubic hair. He smelled so strong of autumn and nothing like a human. He whimpered as she ran her thumb over the sensitive tissue at the tip.
She continued to nuzzle his cock while she reached down and took off her own pajama bottoms and underwear. She shifted back up to be level with the Doctor and he now was the one who was completely frazzled. His hair was a silver poof of a mess and his eyes filled with love and need.
He pulled her down for a kiss, this time slow and steady. His tongue pushed against her lips and his hand kneaded her neck as he propped himself up with his other arm.
Without pretense the Doctor pushed her onto her back. He reached between her legs, finding warmth and moisture there. She kept things trimmed, but not completely bare. He slipped a finger between her lips and pressed a knuckle against her clit, feeling his cock twitch when she moaned. He kissed her as he pressed a finger at her entrance and he pushed it in slowly waiting for her body to open up to him. It went quicker than he expected.
Clara threw her head back and moaned as he entered another finger, moving them in and out of her quivering body. Goosebumps covered her skin as she arched against his fingers. The Doctor's erection pressed eagerly against her leg.
"Do we need a condom?" The Doctor asked, rubbing against her and kissing down her neck.
"On the pill." She replied. "Come on Doctor, please." Clara was now begging for him. She brought up her legs, spreading herself for him. He got on top of her and ran fingers over her clit, making her squeak. Bolts of pleasure ran through her as he entered her with a gentle thrust.
For being out of practice the Doctor was glad to see how easy he and Clara fell into rhythm. He thrust into her with his head on her chest, running his free hand over her breasts through her shirt. She held him, gripping his hair and moaning as he panted, his warm breath running over her neck. His rhythm became more erratic when he felt Clara begin to tighten around him.
The Doctor could feel his hearts hammering as he came. She shuddered and joined him when he rubbed her clit while pushing down on her mound as he thrust into her.
As they came down from their ecstasy the both mumbled each others name and other such nonsense. Now sweaty and tired the two of them dis-tangled themselves. They laid next to each other for a time, glowing.
Clara reached over to the Doctor, and ran her fingers over his cheek, and he looked at her, a quiet contentment over his face. "That was amazing." She looked at him, her eyes drooping.
The Doctor grabbed her hand and brought the palm to his lips and kissed it gently. "Thank you for staying with this old alien Clara. I know I don't deserve you."
"Oh quiet," Clara laughed, snuggling close to him. "You told me some months ago that you're exactly what I deserve. So it's the same for you."
The Doctor could not think of a snappy reply to that. Instead he just nuzzled against her hand and whined when she pulled it away.
"Shush!" Clara replied to his protests. "I have to go to the bathroom! It's your fault I have to," She teased.
Realization of why she had to go dawned on his face and he watched her walk to the bathroom with her bottom peaking out from her shirt. A small blush tinged his cheeks and he watched the door close and he snuggled into the sheets He could still still smell Clara all over him.