Notes: High rating applies. This is a bit cliché but it was fun to write! This was inspired by a prompt posted on the Tumblr journeyintowriting.

"A shopping date?" The Doctor's eyebrow rose up into his hair line. He had been shoving porridge that Clara had made into his mouth as fast as he could, hoping she would not notice the faces he had been making from how flavorless it was. Her mother had taught her to make a rather mean souffle but beyond that...

"Yeah!" Clara replied, cleaning the pot she had used to make their breakfast in the sink. Her sleeves were rolled up, and her hands were soapy. Her porridge sat untouched on the counter, steam rising from it. "Do you still have the money from that king we saved in the international time travel bank?"

"Yes, of course, but..." The Doctor placed his spoon in his now empty bowl and leaned on his elbows on the counter. "Not to subscribe to gender roles or anything, but... wouldn't that be more fun with... I dunno... A girlfriend?"

Clara snorted. "What, you want to go pick up Jane Austen and get her advice on the latest century's fashion?"

"No but... the noise and..."

"And boring," Clara finished for him. "Oh Doctor, please? You're taking me out for that surprise tomorrow, it would help to have you choose what I should wear at least," She turned off the water and shook her hands in an attempt to dry them. "I looked through some of the more modern dresses you have on the TARDIS, and none of them were the right thing. Oh and the hen that 'guards' them kept pecking me."

"I'll have to have a word with her," The Doctor signed and ran his fingers through the front of his hair. His biggest weakness just happened to be Clara Oswald begging. "Fine, just don't get annoyed if I get distracted by some cyber men or something."

"What're the odds of a cyber man showing up in the middle of a clothes shop?" Clara leaned with her back against the counter, picking up her porridge.

"It's happened."

The Doctor watched as Clara spooned up some of the porridge and took a hearty bite. Almost instantly her face scrunched up. It took all of his will power not to laugh.

The Doctor kept his arms folded, grumbling to himself. He wore his hoodie, pulled over his gray hair. He had gotten the hood custom made so that it muffled sounds around him when he wore it. He had his hands in the large pockets of his plaid PJ bottoms, just to have them somewhere. It felt too awkward just to have them hanging about.

A small human passing by glimpsed his way at one point, and the Doctor glared. He watched with slight amusement as the child ran to catch up with his mother and clung to her sleeve. He still had not gotten use to how unapproachable he could seem without much effort. All it took was a glance and well placed borrowing of the eyebrows, and he could turn anyone away.

Except for Clara.

Across from him stood the changing rooms. His eyes had narrowed suspiciously when he saw the sheer mountain of clothes Clara had somehow picked up in her tiny arms to bring into the room to try on. She assured him it would not be long. For a fair while he watched as she would exit the stall to place another piece of rejected clothing onto the return rack.

When asked what to try for dresses, the Doctor told her to choose something 'dressy'. Clara had replied that was too vague, and he had just shrugged.

The Doctor huffed as he hunched more forward, leaning onto the display case behind him, a scowl on his face. He'd rather be safe in his TARDIS right now, where everything down to the smell and temperature were regulated to whatever he wanted. Still, he did want to please Clara- but just because he was doing it for Clara did not mean he had to be happy about it.

"With your posture like that, you'd think you were being tortured," Clara joked, as she came out of the stall. She had on a well cut silk black dress with delicate silver outlines of tulips swirling around the bottom. On her waist she had put a matching silver belt. The Doctor's eyes expanded as he took her appearance, from the crown of her head to her bare feet. He swayed a little as he rose to full height.

"Will you zip me up?" Clara asked as she turned around, revealing her back.

The Doctor cleared his throat as he stepped forward, a small blush forming on his cheeks. He reached up to her zipper, pausing to trace his fingers lightly down her skin, and he could feel her shiver. He zipped up the dress slowly, and both of them turned to look at her in the full length mirror on the far wall.

Even with Clara's hair up in a regular pony tail, you could see how elegant she looked in the dress. The slight shimmer met her eyes. The Doctor slowly snaked his arms around her waist and pressed himself against her back. Clara had had guys do this with her before when she had gone clothes shopping, but it was usually to press their desperate boners against her, as if to beg for her to service them in return for their patience. This wasn't the case for the Doctor. He looked as though he would get down on his knees and worship her if she asked him to.

He pressed his lips to her hair and let out a soft sigh, and she watched as he closed his eyes. Then, it was almost as if she were seeing herself from outside of herself. She realized after a moment she was seeing herself from the Doctor's point of view.

He focused on the pink of her cheeks, the twinkle of her eyes, and how her collar bones peaked out from the top of the dress. She could also hear the thumping of his hearts surrounding her ears, as well as feel them against her back. One of the interesting things about having a relationship with someone wh had two hearts was that she could often feel his heart beats without trying. It was something she never experienced with anyone else.

Clara turned around in the Doctor's arms, reaching up to run her fingers through his gray mane pushing back his hood as she did so. She kissed him, her heart now pounding too. He gathered her closer in his arms, pushing his tongue into her hot mouth. When they broke apart, the both of them glanced around making sure they were not being watched.

When satisfied, Clara pulled the Doctor into the dressing room she had just been in and pushed him against the wooden wall as she continued to kiss him, her hands wrapping around his neck. She pushed the door shut with her foot.

The Doctor panted when they broke apart, his eyes now glazed with lust brought on by her. Clara felt something lurch around her navel from her own lust as she observed his red swollen lips and mused hair. He reached behind her and unzipped the dress, then reached in front of her to unhook the belt. Without the belt the dress slinked off her to the floor, leaving her naked, and feeling dangerous.

We're in public! The voice of reason reminded her as she stepped out from the dress and carefully placed it on the bench for later. The floor felt cold and hard under her exposed feet. All worry drained away however when the Doctor picked her up and she locked her legs around his waist. He kissed her hard, grinding up against her.

"We have to be quiet," He whispered.

He leaned her against the wall and continued to hold her with one arm as he fumbled with his PJ pants with the other. He managed to pull them down over his erection, springing himself free. He tried not to hiss from the sudden cold air against his warm flesh. He then used his free hand to press against Clara's clit as he kissed down onto her neck, causing her to gasp. He moved his free hand from her clit, and placed it over her mouth.

"Shh.." The Doctor entered her and watched as her eyes widened a bit and felt her fingers dig into his back.

It took a few moments of shifting to get the positioning right, but he began to thrust into her, cradling her, keeping his hand on her mouth. He buried his face into her shoulder, biting down into it every time he wanted to moan out.

She followed his rhythm bracing herself against him. His clothes felt soft against her skin, and she started to blush when she realized how vulnerable she was, being naked while he was mostly clothed. A muffled moan escaped her as he thrust deep into her, his rhythm becoming more erratic.

The Doctor whimpered into Clara's shoulder as he came, desperate to restrain himself. Once awareness returned to his arms, he carefully placed her down gently. Her pony tail was now becoming undone and her face flushed. He pulled his cock back into his pants, so no one could see him unclothed under the gap of the door to the ground. He got to his knees and trailed kisses down her mid section and gently pressed two fingers into her, thrusting them slowly in and out into her wetness, and he put his mouth on her clit, licking her.

She had already been close when he had pulled out, but this brought Clara right over the edge. Tears streamed from her eyes as she stuffed part of her fist into her mouth. The Doctor reached around her and dug his nails into her back with his free hand. Clara Oswald then became undone, her legs shaking, her free hand pulling on the older man's hair, sounds strangled against her fist, where teeth marks were surely going to be left. When she came back to earth, the Doctor stood and kissed her, holding the sides of her face delicately, examining her face.

"Glad you came?" Clara breathed out, a smile forming on her lips.

A laugh escaped the Doctor's lips and a rare kind smile came over his features, which Clara found devastatingly attractive. "Yeah."

Ten minutes later the two of them held hands as they waited in line at the checkout. The sneer was back on the Doctor's face as he looked around at all the activity of shoppers around them. In Clara's arms was the dress along with one other outfit. He had complained that she had only chose that out of all the other clothing she had picked out earlier. Clara just shook her head, telling him that choosing clothing is a process.

At the checkout the Doctor handed the debit card over without a fuss, and felt a little flutter of emotion when he saw Clara clutch the wrapped package of clothes as they walked down the street towards the TARDIS, parked near a cafe. When they reached it, Clara unlocked it and began to step in. The Doctor held her arm to stop her.

"How bout we make it a proper date?" He said, nodding over to where there was a set of couples sitting at the tables eating and laughing.

"But what if a hoard of cyber men show up?" Clara teased, placing the package into the TARDIS and turning to join him to walk to the cafe.

The Doctor feigned a look of concern, and briefly glanced around. "Well I'm not seeing Missy anywhere so I think we're in the clear."

"She must not like cheese cake then," Clara grinned as she got to the door of the cafe and held it open for the Doctor.

"That's how you know she's a true villain," The Doctor replied, pretending to be serious. "Such a horrible crime."

Clara laughed, "God I love you, even if you are a nerd."