The chapters are a bit short, but I hope to put more chapters on regularly to make up for it. From this chapter forward there will also be a more sexual tone. Eventually, I will do a few less sexual fanfics, but those will have to wait.
The Tardis shakes with a strange groaning noise again. A subtle whirring and buzzing noise emanated from the main console. A strange energy flowed through the room, warm and almost glowing. It was time and reality, bending into one another. The two doctors being so close together, without the help of the powered down Tardis, was breaking through the barriers of time and space.
The two companions entered the Tardis, the tension already growing. Though they didn't show it in their speech, the two were secretly competeing to see who was truly the better companion. Who was the best fit.
Amy sits and gestures for Clara to sit next to her, which she does. "I'm Amelia, by the way. Amelia Pond. But you can just call me Amy."
"It's nice to meet you Amy. I'm Clara, the doctors most recent companion."
"I see. Have you been with him long?"
"Well, after you had to… leave him… I was apparently the very next. I've been with him before and since his regeneration into eyebrows." Clara smiles to herself, recalling all the good times the two have had.
"You know, you're the first person I've met who's travelled with the doctor. Apart from me. How is it? Is it always so… dangerous and scary?" Amy asked, genuinely curious.
"With the doctor? Almost always. But that's all part of the fun. Besides, its worth it just to travel with him." Clara starts to go red thinking about the doctor, lost in a trance as she stares down at the floor. Realising what she was doing, she shook her head and looked up at Amy. "What was I saying again?"
Amy stared curiously at Clara, taking a moment to figure out what was going on inside her head. They both began to realise how similar they were to one another. The tension continued to grow. But it was no longer a competition for who was better. No. This tension was becoming something more. Something... sexual.
"I'm pretty sure you were daydreaming about the doctor. But it's okay. I do it all the time too. It's honestly hard not too." She reassured Clara, wanting to see where this whole thing was going.
Clara and Amy laugh together in their embarrassment. Clara leans over. "But sometimes, I feel like he wants me to feel that way. Like he wants to be in my head."
"I feel the exact same way. All the time." The two laugh together, their cheeks bright red.
After a minute or so, their laughter begins to die down and they begin to stare at each other. Not with anger, not to create fear, but in lust. Lust not only for the doctor which they had both held back for so long now. But lust for one another.
They both leaned in to one another slowly, their lips getting so close but not quite touching. Only a whisper now, Clara asks Amy. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"