*Harry Potter puppet pals Ticking Noise tune* Smut, smut, glorious smut. WHOUFFLE SMUT.

Title: Double High Five
Summary: What would've happened if the Doctor and Clara hadn't been interrupted.
Rating: M
Character(s): Eleven, Clara
Pairing(s): Eleven & Clara
Genre(s): Romance & Adventure
Setting: 50th Anniversary
Word Count: 942

The Doctor wasn't quite sure what compelled him to do the high five. With two hands.

He didn't give it too much of a thought because Clara had responded. Her hands raised and their palms slammed together, staring into each others eyes. They were incredibly close, their noses were nearly touching.

He noticed that her eyes shifted down lower, and he leaned in. His entire body and mind begged him for this. His eyes darkened as he thought about how beautiful she was, and finally, their lips brushed against each other.

The Doctor brought his hands away from hers, moving them to wrap around her waist. He pulled her against him, and suddenly nothing could get in between them. The kiss became passionate and rough. Her hands were tangled within his hair as she kissed back just as fiercely. Her tongue enter his mouth and she moaned when his tongue met hers halfway.

Neither were exactly sure how it happened, but Clara was sitting on the console, her legs wrapped around him. Her hands worked on the buttons of his vest, then his shirt. He pulled off her biker jacket.

Their lips finally pulled apart. "Are you sure?" he asked her. His hands brushed her hair back and cupped her cheek.

Clara smiled at him. "Chin boy, I've been sure for a very long time." She kissed him again. "Show me the stars."

And that's exactly what he did.

His hand trailed against the bottom trim of her dress, slipping under and stroking her thigh. He kissed her neck, nipping lightly. Clara moaned softly. She grabbed his free hand and led it to her breasts. He took the lead and massaged her. He quickly moved his hand to pull the dress from her shoulders until it was pooled at her waist.

His eyes widened when he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you just come from class?"

She winked at him. "Yeah, but the dress was better without it."

The Doctor growled and licked her nipple. She moaned, and he moved his hand on his thigh closer to where she wanted desperately to touch. Clara pulled him back to kiss him. His hand rubbed her inner thigh before cupping her through her knickers. She gasped out, thrusting herself at him. She arched against him. He smirked and pulled away. He bent down, kneeling on the ground. He pressed a kiss to her knee and took off her knickers.

He growled in ear. "How much do you want this?"

She squirmed against him, wanting some sort of pleasure. "I need it."

His hand went towards her upper thigh. "How much?"

Clara could feel his hand hovering over her wetness, and he began a trails of kisses up her thigh. "More than anything," she managed to get out breathily.

This must've been an acceptable answer because next thing she knew, he thrusted two fingers into her. She screamed out his name. Then came his tongue. He kissed her wetness and thrust his tongue into her. She grabbed his hair to encourage him on, she had never felt more pleasure in her life. How did he manage such things with his tongue?

Clara frowned when he pulled away and kissed her again.

The Doctor unzipped his trousers and took them off quickly. Clara helped him take off his boxers, kissing his chest as she did so. She smiled at him cheekily. "I think I need to return a favour."

He didn't have time to say anything before her mouth wrapped around his manhood. He clenched his hands into fists. Her tongue swirled around his head and he swore he could take no more. He pulled her back up, removing her dress completely. "You are beautiful, Clara. You're the most beautiful creature in all of creation."

Clara smiled at him. "Stop with the sappiness and fuck me hard."

In a normal situation, he would've been scandalized by such language. But in this situation, it only made him harder than he already was. He pulled her against him, thrusting into her. She leaned back against a lever of the console, gasping at how good it felt for him to be inside of her. She moved back up and kissed him until they were out of breath, and he moved his mouth to suck on her collar until it left a mark. He looked up at her with lusty eyes.

He continued to pound into her until she saw those promised stars, and he soon followed. He pressed his forehead against hers as they catched their breath. "That was some shag."

She laughed lightly. "Probably the best I've had." He growled at the fact that she had shared such intimacy with others. Clara's hand brushed over his cheek. "And the only one that really matters." She kissed him softly.

The Doctor smiled at that. "My Clara," he whispered. He finally pulled out of her. "My Clara."

"And only yours."

Clara forged for her dress, pulling it back over her head. She tossed him his trousers. He made a face. "Why can't we just stay naked?" He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "As much as I like this dress, I think I prefer you without it," he whispered darkly in his ear.

She giggled and turned around. "You, mister," she poked his bare chest, "promised me a week in Ancient Mesopotamia."

"I suppose I did. Though, I'd much rather skip to the cocktails on the moon."

Clara smirked. "So we can get drunk and shag some more?"

"Exactly."

Clara smiled at him. "Then why wait?"

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