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Title: Swimming
Summary: The Doctor feels possessive of Clara after visiting a foreign planet.
Rating: M
Character(s): Eleven, Clara
Pairing(s): Eleven & Clara
Genre(s): Romance & Sci-Fi
Setting: Post-Trenzalore
Word Count: 1054

Clara gasped as the Doctor opened the TARDIS door. "Oh my stars, this is beautiful!" She gazed out to view the wonderful planet that they were on. It contained a large field of multicoloured flowers and a lake.

"Yeah, it is," the Doctor replied, though he wasn't referring to the planet. He smiled at her, taking her hand. "Really to explore?"

She grinned. "Do you reckon we can go for a swim?"

"Of course! This is the perfect place as well, the lake over there is always the perfect temperature according to the outside forces. For example, if it's extre-"

He stopped talking as soon as her lips hit his cheek. "I'm sure it's perfect. Come on!" She dragged him towards to lake. Clara giggled. "I haven't gone swimming in forever!"

The Doctor felt a painful sting in his leg, but he couldn't bring himself to care while Clara was so happy.

The lake was even more beautiful when they stood directly in front of it. The three suns in the sky made it shine and glitter, being like a disco to all of the flowers. Clara let go of his hand and took off her shoes. Then, began to unbutton her pants. At first, he barely noticed, but his eyes widened as he stared at her busy hands. "What are you doing?" he asked as she slipped her pants.

"Going for a swim!" She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it into a pile with her pants. The Doctor stared up and down her half-naked body, a deep wanting brewed deep within him. "Eyes front soldier," she smirked.

"Why, when I can enjoy a beautiful body like yours?" He wasn't sure what compelled him to say that.

Clara blushed lightly. "Hang on, last time you complimented me like that, you were possessed by a cyber mite."

The Doctor stepped forward. "I'm not possessed. Well, I don't think so, anyways. I still think you're too short and bossy and your nose is all funny, but that's part of your beauty. I just never appreciated it until now." He took her hand and pressed a delicate kiss to her palm.

She stepped forward. "We ought to take that swim." She swiftly turned around and started wading out into the lake. The Doctor's eyes trailed down to her quite lush backside...

He shook his head at himself. "Keep it together, Doctor!" he whispered to himself. He worked on his clothes and took them off (apart from his boxers) in record time, running after Clara.

"Nice of you to join me." She eyed his chest. "Well, you seem a lot more firm than I expected." She poked his chest.

"Oi! I'm not some skinny boy like most people assume!"

Clara smiled, and continued to go deeper into the lake. He sighed, the pain in his leg continuing. He reached at his leg, and pulled a little thorn out. The Doctor's eyes widened at what it was.

Clara grinned as the Doctor caught up with her. They were about chest-high deep. "Say, Chin, care to swim?"

The Doctor growled, grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against him. He moved his mouth towards her ear. "Care for more than a swim."

Her breathing increased as his lips hit her neck and began kissing and sucking and nipping at hed delicate skin. "Doctor," she gasped. "This isn't you."

He lifted his face to look at her, and she could see his dark, lusting eyes behind his lidded eyelids. "This is exactly me. Exactly what I would do if I had the courage."

Clara pushed him off of her. "You're not making any sense."

He pulled her back flush against him, and she could feel his erection pressed to her thigh. "I'm making perfect sense. In that beautiful field of flowers, there's one flower with a poison - well, not quite a poison - that enhances courage and wanting."

Clara stayed still. "Doctor, what are you saying."

"I," he started, kissing her neck, "want," he began to pull her legs around his waist, "you," and he slammed his mouth against hers.

Clara didn't respond right away. She finally registered what he had been saying. He's lusting for me. He's hard for me. He wants me. And I want him. She responded enthusiastically, her tongue demanding entrance into his mouth, her legs squeezing around him, arms wrapping around his neck. "Then have me," she whispered breathlessly.

The Doctor squeezed her bum and rubbed his hardness at her through her knickers. She moaned at the action, reaching under his pants and grabbing him. He couldn't take it much longer; he reached for the tie of her bra, slipping off the offending piece of fabric. His mouth went straight for her breasts, treating them as he had her neck. She rocked against him, swirling her hips. Her hands moved to caress his chest, feeling him, moving down lower to grab his hardness again. She pumped him until he grabbed her hand to stop her. "I won't be able to last much longer."

Clara tugged off his trousers. She was desperate for him. He took the message and discarded of her knickers. The Doctor wasted no time before inserting himself into her.

They gasped and moaned and grunted as he rocked into her. Occasionally, she'd tighten herself around him, or roll her hips around, or he'd reach between them to press on her sensitivity. She felt the peak come and he increased his thrusts, slamming into her harder as she screamed out his name. He rode out his own orgasm, whispering her name in her ear, as well as half-sincere apologies.

Clara breathed heavily as he grew soft inside her, before throwing her head back and laughing.

"What? What's so funny?" he questioned, worried that it was horrible sex.

"Sorry, it's just...I've been waiting for you to do that."

"Shag you senseless in the middle of a lake?"

"To shag, yes." Clara smiled at the Doctor. "I've been lusting after you for a while."

The Doctor returned her smile. "So you fancy me?"

Clara rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't have gone through with this if I didn't. Though I think fancy isn't strong enough of a word."

"Same here. Clara, I more than fancy you."

"I more than fancy you, too."

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