Another smut one! Have fun!

Title: It's Definitely a Snogbox
Summary: The TARDIS also thinks that it's a snogbox.
Rating: M
Character(s): Eleven, Clara
Pairing(s): Eleven & Clara
Genre(s): Romance & Humour
Setting: Post-Trenzalore
Word Count: 928

The Doctor smiled at Clara as she drove her motorcycle into the TARDIS. "You ought to stop doing that!"

She took off her helmet. "Why, because Sexy doesn't like it?"

The Doctor blushed. "Shut up."

Clara smirked. "It's good to see you." She walked up to him. Cupping his cheek, she leaned towards him and kissed his cheek.

He smiled, leaning into her. "What do you fancy for this trip?"

She thought for a second. "It'd be nice to visit Jenna and Vastra again."

He grinned. "Victorian London it is!" He ran over to the console and pushed a few buttons. "You know where the wardrobe is."

She giggled. "I sure do! Might need you though. The corset gets a bit difficult to put on." She winked at him before running off into the hallway.

The Doctor blushed. "Impossible girl." The TARDIS beeped. "Oi! Of course not! It'd be disrespectful to think of how tight the dress is around...Oh, shut it!" Another few beeps. "I'm not...smitten with her. Fine. I am." More beeps. "Alright, stop bugging me! I admit I'm falling in love with her. I haven't felt like this in a very long time."

He sank down into the nearest chair and put his face in his hand. "I don't know what to do." The TARDIS beeped again. "No! I can't tell her! She doesn't feel the same way."

More beeps. "Too late? What do you mean, too late?"

The Doctor heard distant shouting. "OI! YOU OLD COW! DOCTOR! THE OLD SNOGBOX IS BEING A COW!"

His eyes widened. "You didn't..." He ran up to the dressing room. "Clara? Are you okay?"

"She locked the door! Old cow!" Clara banged at the door several times.

"Don't worry, Clara. Just calm down."

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? I'm half naked and she hid the dress! Now I'm locked here with nothing to wear!"

The Doctor blushed. "Er...well...ummm..."

"Doctor, I can pratically sense you blushing. Just get me out of this room."

"Of course. He looked towards the ceiling. "Hey, dear, mind unlocking the door for Clara?" Nothing happened. "Damnit! Can we pretend that the last conversation never happened?"

"What conversation?"

"Nothing, lov-Clara."

This wasn't going to end well.

"Doctor, I think the door's unlocked."

"Open it then!"

"I can't," she replied.

"What do you mean you can't?" he yelled out.

"It burns to touch it."

The Doctor rolled his eyes towards the TARDIS. "Thanks, dear. That helps tremendously." He reached the doornob. Strange. It didn't bother him. He turned the knob. "There we go." Then an invisible force pushed him into the tiny room. He fell on top of Clara, pinning her against the wall. Then the door slammed shut. "Well, that wasn't how it was supposed go happen."

Clara squirmed against him. "I'm sort of squished here."

"Sorry," he whispered, "but I'm afraid I'm wuite squished too." He could only think, Please stop moving. It's distracting. It was bad enough that she was only wearing her knickers and bra.

Clara stiffened. "Doctor, you're...ummm..." She glanced down quickly.

He scrunched his eyes. "Dammit." She laughed quietly. "This is humiliating." Clara pushed against him. "That doesn't help. At all."

He felt Clara's breath on his ear. "Sure it does." Her hands moved between them. They pressed against his chest, moving down until they reached the waistband of his trousers.

His eyes snapped open. "Clara, what are you doing?" His voice was rough, deep with arousal.

Her hand trailed lower. "I heard you talking earlier. So you love me. I think I should show you how I feel."

The Doctor moaned as she cupped him. "Clara," he breathed.

He grabbed her hand before she finished unzipping her trousers. "What is it?"

He didn't reply with words. His mouth slammed against hers and he wasted no time before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned loudly, then pulled off his coat and began to start unbuttoning his vest.

The Doctor moved his hands to her bare hips, pulling her swiftly against him. She was pressed against the wall. He moved down slightly to grab the back of her thighs and lifted her up. She replied enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Clara had succeeded in removing his vest and shirt, and began to work on his trousers. The Doctor lifted one of his knees to hold her steady as his hands moved to her breasts. She gasped once he had taken off her bra and twisted a nipple. "Doctor..." She threw her head back, and he took the opportunity to kiss down her neck.

"Mhm?"

She pulled down his trousers and boxers. "I need you."

He never thought he could be so turned on by three words. He yanked off her knickers and kissed her hungrily as he thrust into her. She screamed out, nipping at his neck. Her hands scraped at his back as he thrust into her at a steady pace, and she moved up and down against him to meet his thrusts.

Sweat beaded their skin, and both began to feel that coming heat. Clara's moans became louder, and his grunts became more frequent. To him, her screams were music.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear. Then, the wave came. They screamed each others names, kissing each other, declaring feelings.

Suddenly, the door unlocked.

"You've got to be kidding," the Doctor rolled his eyes at the TARDIS. "You only let us out because we shagged?"

"I told you it was a snog box."

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~ Sunny