Clara gasped for air, freezing cold water soaking her skin and dress, the cold air biting at her. The Snowmen were gone. Melted. But the snow itself was still a cold blanket beneath her and she found herself on her knees in it. The tall handsome stranger, the Doctor, was on his knees in front of her, his hands still cupping her face.

Only moments before, she had been serving drinks in her dark red dress, the same one she always wore, at the local pub. The one that highlighted her impressive cleavage. She had been dreaming of something exciting happening, something to take her away from her mundane life. Little had she known that her dream would come true in the most unexpected way possible.

Now she was alone in the street with the Doctor having fought off killer snowmen with their minds. He grinned. The smile lit up his face in a captivating way. It seemed to radiate warmth. And right now Clara needed warmth. So she kissed him.

He flustered and flapped but she insisted, her lips staying firmly locked to his as she pulled him closer. He seemed to give in as he landed on his back and she hitched up her dress to climb atop him. She planted one leg either side of his skinny form and tightly pressed her thighs against his sides. His hands slipped under her dress and came to rest on her thighs, his cold hands burning against the heat of her smooth, warm thighs. She squirmed slightly and he grinned again.

Clara's dress was hiked up and she had one leg either side of the Doctor's slender frame. She could feel the cold, hard ground beneath her, seeping into her skin, but she ignored it. She was too focused on the Time Lord beneath her. He had his hands on her thighs, his fingers brushing against her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She leaned down, her curly brown locks cascading over her face, obscuring her view of him. She pressed her hands to his chest, her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt, as she planted her lips against his.

The Doctor flustered, his hands slipping from her thighs as he tried to push her away. But Clara wasn't having any of it. She pressed herself closer to him, her hips grinding against his as she deepened the kiss.

Finally, he seemed to give in, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. His fingers traced patterns on her back, making her shiver with pleasure.

Clara pulled away, her lips leaving a trail of wetness on the Doctor's skin. She grinned at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Right then Doctor," she teased, her nails scratching at his chest, "let's see if I can't lift your mood, and lift something else too while I'm at it…."

She leaned down again, her lips finding his once more as her hands worked their way down his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt. She pushed it open, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of his bare chest.

She could feel his heart beating against her chest, fast and erratic. She grinned, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin, making him shiver.

The Doctor's hands were on her thighs again, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer. Clara could feel his hardness pressing against her, making her wet with anticipation.

She leaned back, her hands still on his chest as she slowly started to grind her hips against him. The Doctor's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched her.

Clara leaned down, her lips finding his once more as she started to move her hips faster. The Doctor's hands tightened on her thighs, his fingers digging into her skin as he moaned into her mouth.

Clara could feel the hardness of his cock through his trousers, and she couldn't help but grind against him, desperate to feel him inside her. She reached down, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his trousers as she tried to free his cock.

The Doctor broke the kiss, his head falling back against the snow as Clara finally managed to free his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly as she sliddown to take him in her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. She took him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she sucked him harder.

The Doctor's hands were in her brown hair now, guiding her as she sucked him off. He was panting heavily, his hips bucking up as she took him deeper.

Clara pulled back, her lips leaving his cock with a wet pop. She stood up, her hands going to the buttons on her dress. She undid them quickly, letting the damp fabric fall to the ground. Her underwear followed soon after.

The Doctor's eyes widened as he took in her naked body. She was beautiful, her curves on full display as she stood there in the snow.

He reached up, his hands going to her breasts. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as she moaned. He pinched them gently, rolling them between his fingers as she arched her back.

Clara leaned down, her lips finding his once more as she ground her hips against him. She could feel the heat of his cock against her pussy, and she couldn't help but rub against him.

She straddled him again, her pussy hovering over his cock as she looked down at him. She could see the desire in his eyes, and she couldn't help but smile.

She lowered herself onto him, his cock sliding inside her inch by inch. She moaned as she took him all in, her pussy stretching around him.

The Doctor's hands were on her hips now, guiding her as she started to move. She rode him hard, her hips bucking up as she took him deeper.

The Doctor's moans were getting louder, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried to push deeper inside her. She could feel him getting closer, his cock twitching inside her.

Clara leaned down, her lips finding his once more as she moved faster. She could feel herself getting closer, her pussy clenching around his cock as she moaned.

The Doctor's fingers were in her curly brown locks now, pulling her closer as he moaned into her mouth. She could feel him cumming inside her, his cock twitching as he filled her.

Clara leaned back, her hips still moving as she rode out her own orgasm. She could feel him inside her, his cock still hard as she moved.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected as they caught their breath. Clara smiled down at him, her fingers tracing his jawline.

"That was amazing," she whispered, her lips brushing against his.

The Doctor smiled up at her, his fingers tracing her collarbone.

"Yes, it was," he agreed, his voice husky.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, their bodies still connected as they enjoyed the afterglow of their encounter.

Clara finally pulled away, her legs shaking as she stood up. She picked up her dress, her fingers trembling as she put it back on.

The Doctor watched her, his eyes following her every move as she dressed. He adjusted his clothes, his eyes never leaving her.

They finally stood up, their bodies still humming with pleasure. Clara looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"Thank you," she whispered, her lips brushing against his.

The Doctor smiled down at her, his fingers tracing her jawline now.

"Anytime," he whispered back, his lips brushing against hers.