Clara leaned back in the bath, her body slick with soapy bubbles as the TARDIS hummed around her. The Doctor was sat next to her, his long legs stretched out as he read some dusty old book. His bowtie was loosened around his neck, giving him a more relaxed look.

Clara watched him surreptitiously, enjoying the way his eyes scanned the pages, his lips moving slightly as he read aloud in his mind. She admired his intelligence, his wit, his passion for exploration and discovery. She loved the way he looked at her, with a mix of curiosity and admiration, like she was some exotic creature he'd never seen before.

She let out a contented sigh, her body melting into the warm water. "You know, Doctor," she said, her voice husky with pleasure, "you have very talented hands."

The Doctor looked up from his book, his eyes meeting Clara's. "Oh?" he said, his eyebrow quirking up in interest.

Clara nodded, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Yes," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "They'd feel so good on my feet."

Clara moaned as the bubbles from the bubble bath tickled her nose. She had the most peaceful look on her face as the water gently lapped around her body. The Doctor still hadn't taken the hint.

"Could you rub my feet?" She asked with a pout.
The Doctor didn't hesitate now the request was explicit. He placed his book down on the floor and reached over to grab one of Clara's feet. He started to gently massage the bottom of her foot, causing her to moan with pleasure.

Clara watched as The Doctor massaged her foot. His hands were so gentle, yet so firm. She couldn't help but feel a tingle in her lower regions. She bit her lip as she thought about what she wanted to do next.

"Doctor?" She asked softly.

"Yes Clara?" He replied, not taking his eyes off of her foot.

"I think I want you to do more than just rub my feet." Clara said, her voice husky with desire.
The Doctor's hands stilled for a moment before he looked up at Clara. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh? And what exactly do you want me to do?" He asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Clara bit her lip again before answering. "I want you to rub my feet. And my everywhere else..." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Doctor smiled, setting his book aside. "Well, I am a man of many talents," he said, his voice full of confidence.

He reached out, his fingers tracing a path up Clara's calf. She shivered, her skin tingling with anticipation. He continued up her leg, his touch gentle yet firm, making her heart race with excitement.

He reached her thigh, his fingers lingering on the soft skin. Clara bit her lip, her breath hitching as he continued up her body, his touch setting her skin on fire.

He reached her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled her closer. Clara gasped, her body trembling with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.

The Doctor smiled, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. Clara moaned, her body melting into his.

He pulled back, his eyes glinting with mischief. Clara's eyes shining with excitement. The Doctor stood up. He stripped off his shirt, his muscles rippling in the dim light. Clara watched, her breath hitching as he undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped into the bath, his body slick with water as he climbed in next to her.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Clara moaned, her body melting into his. She felt his hard length pressing against her, and she couldn't help but grind against him.

The Doctor groaned, his hands roaming over her body. He reached for his bowtie, pulling it tight around her wrists. The Doctor tied Clara's wrists together with his bowtie, making her giggle. He leaned down, kissing her deeply. Clara moaned, pulling at her restraints.

The Doctor smiled, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. Clara gasped, her body trembling with desire.

The Doctor reached down, his fingers finding her wet entrance. Clara moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. Clara gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. She felt herself building up, her orgasm just out of reach.

The Doctor pushed her legs apart, sliding his cock inside her. Clara gasped, her back arching. The Doctor started to fuck her, hard and fast. Clara moaned, her head falling back against the edge of the tub.

The Doctor reached down, rubbing her clit. Clara moaned louder, her body shaking. The Doctor increased his pace, fucking her harder and faster. Clara cried out, her orgasm hitting her like a wave.

The Doctor growled and stood up, pulling Clara with him. He flipped her onto her front and pushed her down onto the edge of the tub.

Clara gasped as she felt The Doctor's hardness pressed against her once more. She couldn't help but push back against him, wanting more.

The Doctor didn't disappoint. He thrust into her, causing her to cry out with pleasure. He fucked her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.

Clara could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Clara cried out as she came for the second time, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

The Doctor continued to fuck her, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering mess. He finally came, filling her with his warmth.

The Doctor untied Clara's wrists and helped her up from the edge of the tub. They both climbed back into the tub, their bodies slick with sweat and water.

Clara snuggled up against The Doctor, her head resting on his chest. She couldn't help but smile as she thought about what had just happened. "Geronimo," she whispered.