All written as a fun one-off competition.
1# - by Paula Moore
Clara had been alone in the TARDIS for so long. This was conventional. The old cow hated her, and would send her on long, tiresome journeys through her passageways, night after night, sometimes even to bump into a displaced version of herself.
She hadn’t slept for a week. A week. Was that even possible? Perhaps that’s why this time, something was different. As Clara wandered the corridors, her usual resentment towards the Doctor’s ship turned to something more passionate. More furious. More…
Clara shivered. She feel it in the air; the hot, sticky sexual tension between this ancient mechanism and the plucky young Earthgirl.
“I’m inside you already,” she whispered. “What more do you want?”
Suddenly, she was at the end of the corridor, entering the control room, as if on cue. Clara raised an eyebrow. Was the TARDIS trying to tell her something?
She had to know. She had to be sure. Clara wanted to hold the TARDIS close, in physical form, to caress her and show her how these things were done, but all she had to play with was this room. She walked slowly down the staircase, deliberately brushing her hand along the handrail gently, suggestively.
Then another Clara appeared by the console.
“Voice interface enabled.”
The Clara stood still and emotionless, studying her for a few seconds. Then Clara herself covered her hand over her mouth. How had she not realised? The voice interface Clara was completely naked.
Then, before Clara could consider what the TARDIS was proposing, the hologram vanished.
“I guess that answers my question,” muttered Clara. “That’s what you want me to do?”
The TARDIS was silent. Clara grew angry. And the angrier she grew, the hornier she grew.
Slowly, Clara slipped off her nightie, revealing herself in full to the TARDIS (as if she hadn’t already seen). What next?
A light flashed on the console, and Clara dashed up to it. Was she signalling the tap next to it? But wasn’t that mustard?
Doubtful, Clara pressed down, and onto her palm spilled a handful of lubricant. Perfect. Clara oiled herself down, being delicate with her own slender thighs, and other areas she hoped the TARDIS was paying a lot of attention to. Once oiled, Clara stood waiting for a response again, but looked into the time rotor and saw her reflection.
Wow. How could the TARDIS resist that? Tanned bronze from her visit to Penhaxico Two, smooth and slippery from the oil, as her breasts hung tantalisingly over a set of switches and levers. Damn. Even she wanted a bit of that.
And more to the point, it worked, even when she didn’t expect it to. A warm, perfectly-curved human body and a mess of clear but uncombed hair, in the middle of all this polished metal, all these lights and controls, where the mechanic met the organic.
“Alright, you grumpy old cow,” uttered Clara, “I’ll show you who’s the boss.”
Clara climbed up onto the console unit, no longer caring about what she’d hit. She felt switches give way beneath her, as she was forced onto all fours climbing up, almost animalistic. Sometimes, the TARDIS willingly gave way, helping her; other times, she’d challenge her, and Clara would fall back and slip because of her own oil, left sweating and cross.
Reaching the time rotor, Clara thrust herself forward, wrapping her legs around the column, securer than she’d been all night. She could already feel herself sliding against it. This is going to be good.
Finding more strength, Clara began to push up and down, slipping and sliding gracefully up and down the time rotor, completely wrapped around it and up close. She could feel the intimacy between them, and imagined days when that time rotor went up and down on its own. Now she was there to make sure it still happened. On her way down, she gave it an inconspicuous lick. Oh, how had the Doctor ever resisted.
The TARDIS wheezed and moaned. Clara began to feel the pleasure rising up inside her, somehow, feeling sensitive, vulnerable and exposed for once in her life. But the more she rubbed against the column, the more she wanted it, so she sped up, in spite of her tiredness.
“Oh, you…” Clara moaned breathlessly. “You old… oh, God, yes… oh… fuck, oh, yes…” The TARDIS was starting to fall silent. “Don’t stop… don’t… fucking… YES!” Clara cried out in delight, as her desperation was fulfilled.
The TARDIS did something truly astonishing then.
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Clara let go as the pleasure rushed through her, falling back onto the console and the floor. The tiredness hit her in one.
Fuck, that was sensational. How had… no. Clara tried to work it out in her head. She’d been longing for contact for so long, and the TARDIS’s ingenious act was so new, so strange, yet so… obvious. Why hadn’t humanity thought of doing that ages ago? It beat any other kind of sex, and Clara knew she’d be able to stop whichever man or woman’s heart had the unfortunate curse of encountering her in bed.
She hadn’t slept for a week. A week. Was that even possible? Perhaps that’s why this time, something was different. As Clara wandered the corridors, her usual resentment towards the Doctor’s ship turned to something more passionate. More furious. More…
Clara shivered. She feel it in the air; the hot, sticky sexual tension between this ancient mechanism and the plucky young Earthgirl.
“I’m inside you already,” she whispered. “What more do you want?”
Suddenly, she was at the end of the corridor, entering the control room, as if on cue. Clara raised an eyebrow. Was the TARDIS trying to tell her something?
She had to know. She had to be sure. Clara wanted to hold the TARDIS close, in physical form, to caress her and show her how these things were done, but all she had to play with was this room. She walked slowly down the staircase, deliberately brushing her hand along the handrail gently, suggestively.
Then another Clara appeared by the console.
“Voice interface enabled.”
The Clara stood still and emotionless, studying her for a few seconds. Then Clara herself covered her hand over her mouth. How had she not realised? The voice interface Clara was completely naked.
Then, before Clara could consider what the TARDIS was proposing, the hologram vanished.
“I guess that answers my question,” muttered Clara. “That’s what you want me to do?”
The TARDIS was silent. Clara grew angry. And the angrier she grew, the hornier she grew.
Slowly, Clara slipped off her nightie, revealing herself in full to the TARDIS (as if she hadn’t already seen). What next?
A light flashed on the console, and Clara dashed up to it. Was she signalling the tap next to it? But wasn’t that mustard?
Doubtful, Clara pressed down, and onto her palm spilled a handful of lubricant. Perfect. Clara oiled herself down, being delicate with her own slender thighs, and other areas she hoped the TARDIS was paying a lot of attention to. Once oiled, Clara stood waiting for a response again, but looked into the time rotor and saw her reflection.
Wow. How could the TARDIS resist that? Tanned bronze from her visit to Penhaxico Two, smooth and slippery from the oil, as her breasts hung tantalisingly over a set of switches and levers. Damn. Even she wanted a bit of that.
And more to the point, it worked, even when she didn’t expect it to. A warm, perfectly-curved human body and a mess of clear but uncombed hair, in the middle of all this polished metal, all these lights and controls, where the mechanic met the organic.
“Alright, you grumpy old cow,” uttered Clara, “I’ll show you who’s the boss.”
Clara climbed up onto the console unit, no longer caring about what she’d hit. She felt switches give way beneath her, as she was forced onto all fours climbing up, almost animalistic. Sometimes, the TARDIS willingly gave way, helping her; other times, she’d challenge her, and Clara would fall back and slip because of her own oil, left sweating and cross.
Reaching the time rotor, Clara thrust herself forward, wrapping her legs around the column, securer than she’d been all night. She could already feel herself sliding against it. This is going to be good.
Finding more strength, Clara began to push up and down, slipping and sliding gracefully up and down the time rotor, completely wrapped around it and up close. She could feel the intimacy between them, and imagined days when that time rotor went up and down on its own. Now she was there to make sure it still happened. On her way down, she gave it an inconspicuous lick. Oh, how had the Doctor ever resisted.
The TARDIS wheezed and moaned. Clara began to feel the pleasure rising up inside her, somehow, feeling sensitive, vulnerable and exposed for once in her life. But the more she rubbed against the column, the more she wanted it, so she sped up, in spite of her tiredness.
“Oh, you…” Clara moaned breathlessly. “You old… oh, God, yes… oh… fuck, oh, yes…” The TARDIS was starting to fall silent. “Don’t stop… don’t… fucking… YES!” Clara cried out in delight, as her desperation was fulfilled.
The TARDIS did something truly astonishing then.
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Clara let go as the pleasure rushed through her, falling back onto the console and the floor. The tiredness hit her in one.
Fuck, that was sensational. How had… no. Clara tried to work it out in her head. She’d been longing for contact for so long, and the TARDIS’s ingenious act was so new, so strange, yet so… obvious. Why hadn’t humanity thought of doing that ages ago? It beat any other kind of sex, and Clara knew she’d be able to stop whichever man or woman’s heart had the unfortunate curse of encountering her in bed.
2# - By David agnew
In the howling winds of the vortex, the TARDIS soared smoothly and silently, like a spectre without a spectator.
Inside the walls, the Doctor stood in a trance, staring at the console, his face painted with almost a scowl. Clara sat off to the side in a dream; crossing her legs in her thin sundress, she felt like she was dropping off to sleep. She'd heard the haunting song of the TARDIS' engines perhaps hundreds of times, but until now, she'd never really LISTENED to it. Thus, she closed her eyes - she felt the echoes of the engine and the echoes of time send a sharp fire through her body up to her brain, and wondered.
"Doctor," she called to no response, as the Time Lord continued to act like a statue.
"Doctor!"
To her louder repetition, the Doctor's head snapped up, but not around. "Yes, Clara?"
"Do you feel it?" she stuttered.
"Feel what?"
"The TARDIS. It's... It's like it's calling to me. Isn't it just such an amazing sound? It's just started to happen to me."
The Doctor stepped around to face her, very slowly.
"You mean you never did?" He furrowed his brow. "It's what called me to the TARDIS in the first place. I feel it every time. I always did."
"It's so comforting, you know? It makes me feel so... so safe."
"Well it shouldn't," the Doctor chuckled. "This place is a death trap!"
As if that was a cue, the ship threw them to the side in a violent jerk as the lights dimmed. It continued to sail on like a ship in a storm.
"I think I just offended her!" the Doctor bellowed. "Sorry!"
"You never apologise to me!" Clara shouted back in response.
"Yes, well you never do this!"
The TARDIS threw the Doctor onto the floor again. Pulling himself up with the underside of the console, he snapped off an expensive-sounding panel as if it was a piece of plastic and jammed the sonic screwdriver somewhere inside. After a loud whirr, he pulled it out, except now it had a red light instead of blue and had a lightbulb connected to it. He opened the claw and blew away the light as if it was a birthday candle.
"What's the problem?" shouted Clara.
The Doctor stood up and suddenly looked very melancholy. Slowly stepping forward, he began to whisper his troubles.
"It's gone out," he choked. "The light's gone out."
"What light?!"
"The one on the top!" He leapt to the console and pushed a button. "I'm extending the air shell. I need to change the bulb. Clara, you stay here. Now, time's going to seem to go very slowly. The vortex is a harsh place."
"This is a bit dramatic for a light going off!"
"Yes, well you know the TARDIS is very dramatic. I'll be back later. Don't touch anything! Don't touch the console, don't touch the doors, don't touch the floor, don't touch yourself!"
And with that, he opened the door and dragged himself up onto the roof. The doors closed on their own, and the TARDIS calmed and lit up again.
***
As the sound returned to normal from Satan's pipe organ, Clara once again began to feel calm, and the familiar alien hum became present once again. It was as if all her fears had gone away, as opposed to the usual feeling of unknown dread she'd usually feel. Instead of focusing on the destination, she began to focus on the journey; she'd never really had the chance to in the past. There was always some kind of intervention from the Doctor, or a malfunction, or an unexpected landing. Why did she always keep coming back?, she asked herself. Was it for the Doctor? Was it for the fun? Was it for the adrenaline and the danger? Or, perhaps, was it for the journey?
Maybe it was a mix of them all, she told herself. But maybe it didn't really matter much. What mattered was now - as realistically as 'now' could be for a time-traveller - and now, she was finally able to take a break from worrying about being killed.
She felt her eyelids began to fall as she started to feel that electricity run up her spine and through her nerves towards her brain, her fingers, and between her legs. She almost felt fingers that weren't there run through her soft hair and down to her chest. It was an experience that made her feel very feminine and exposed as she sat there, all alone, in her own time, in her own way. She knew the Doctor would be a while by now. He was always too busy doing things he didn't need to. She'd have a lot of time to be on her own and have a little bit of fun to herself. She felt she deserved a break, after all. Ever since she'd lost Danny, so long ago, now, she never really felt the urge to get some pleasure by herself - it would just make her feel more alone.
Her short sundress was light enough already, let alone the fact she loved the freedom of wearing nothing underneath it. White and flowery, she could see the shadowed outline of her own body whenever there was a bright light. Even wearing it, she felt very naked. Hot and bothered, she began to unbutton it down past her collarbone, then pulled the bottom of the dress up past her vagina, above her belly button. She began to breathe heavily now, as she was getting more and more aroused. Then she pulled the bottom over the top of her head, messing up her hair in the process and fully exposing her nude body to the TARDIS' cool air. She kicked her shoes off and slowly opened her legs, feeling the pleasure and the tension between her legs without even having to touch herself - but she knew she just had to.
The sound of the TARDIS was already giving her pleasure as it already stood, but it just wasn't enough. As she ran her left hand's index finger around a hard, pink nipple, she trailed the other down her abdomen towards her already-wet pussy to find her clitoris. With every throb of the TARDIS' ambiance, she kept finding herself thrown into orgasm almost instantaneously. She started to moan and stick two fingers deep inside herself in time with the grinding of the TARDIS' engines. It was so, so wonderful to feel the slickness of her arousal as her vagina squeezed around her fingers and she reached the most wonderful climax and sent her into a euphoria, as evidenced by her moans of pleasure. As her cum ran down her thighs, she licked some of it off her fingers and pushed herself up from sitting, her feet cold on the metal floor.
In the cool air, she walked seductively towards the console and saw herself in a reflection in the time rotor. The cold was making her nipples even harder than just the present arousal, which she could see in that reflection of her most intimate state. The sound was still there, soothing her to the bone and giving her chills.
She'd finally found why she loved travelling with the Doctor.
The TARDIS was always fascinating to her. She knew she was always curious about things, but this kind of curiosity was ridiculous - not that she was complaining, however; as she stood there, completely nude and exposed to it. Her and the TARDIS, all alone for once. She'd been to the centre of the TARDIS before, but now she wanted the TARDIS to be to the centre of her. Head down, she looked at her reflection deviously as she started to stroke the cold panel of the console and trailed her fingers across all the buttons and levers and knobs, all so strong and stiff. They were all beautiful. She started walking around the hexagonal console, just dragging her fingers across it, feeling all the buttons and trinkets. The Doctor always said the TARDIS was sentient. Clara wondered if the TARDIS was feeling everything she did - she certainly hoped so at the very least. It seemed to be approving, anyway. Seeing the panels above the rotor spin in the different directions turned her on immensely. The movement was so smooth and so natural - almost organic (which it was). She felt herself spreading her legs standing up and rubbing her pussy again as she watched, almost hypnotised. As she kept watching, the feeling of the cold making her hot, she crept closer to another orgasm.
Pulling her soaking wet fingers out, she trailed some of her pussy juices along the cold, sexy console. And finally, she spotted a large, joystick-like lever right before her eyes, grabbing hold of it very quickly and stroking her soft, wet hand up and down the cold lever as if it were a cock, but she found it far more sexy than that. She felt so naughty moving her head down to the lever and taking it into her mouth, licking and sucking it whilst playing with her pussy and her breasts.
She always thought she'd had a love-hate relationship with the TARDIS, but she realised most of the hate was just her being jealous of the Doctor. But now, she finally got a chance to be intimate with her - she wanted to show the TARDIS the extent of her love through the lever. Looking around, Clara gently held onto her panel on the console and climbed up until she was kneeling doggy-style on the console. She looked into the rotor through her reflection's loving eyes and kissed it, feeling a kind of electricity shoot through her body as she continued rubbing the buttons with one hand and rubbing her button with the other, moaning in the most pleasure she'd ever felt, crying out in near-orgasm, her fingers being covered in more and more of her cum.
Getting closer and closer, Clara spread her legs wider and shuffled backwards until her pussy was just above the lever. She was so ready. She savoured the moment as she lowered her arse until the lever penetrated her lips and slowly went deeper and deeper in her vagina, and she felt it reach up to her cervix and started pulling it out, then going back, fucking herself into a nice rhythm, making the lever slick with her juices flowing down and her pussy squeezing it tightly. She didn't let up the fucking as she rode the lever and came, her vagina trying to milk the lever. It was the most beautiful feeling for her, finally getting the pleasure she'd been waiting for. The TARDIS seemed to love it too as her noises ground louder too.
Finally, Clara was worn out, but so satisfied at long last. She pulled off and climbed down, sucking her load of cum off the lever and kissing the tip. She smiled a huge smile as she stumbled naked and wet back to her sundress, slipping it on haphazardly and sinking back into the chair. Just five or so minutes later, the Doctor kicked the door back in, proud of his bulb-changing skills, completely unaware of what had just occurred.
Clara had finally got what she wanted for the first time, and almost certainly not the last.
Inside the walls, the Doctor stood in a trance, staring at the console, his face painted with almost a scowl. Clara sat off to the side in a dream; crossing her legs in her thin sundress, she felt like she was dropping off to sleep. She'd heard the haunting song of the TARDIS' engines perhaps hundreds of times, but until now, she'd never really LISTENED to it. Thus, she closed her eyes - she felt the echoes of the engine and the echoes of time send a sharp fire through her body up to her brain, and wondered.
"Doctor," she called to no response, as the Time Lord continued to act like a statue.
"Doctor!"
To her louder repetition, the Doctor's head snapped up, but not around. "Yes, Clara?"
"Do you feel it?" she stuttered.
"Feel what?"
"The TARDIS. It's... It's like it's calling to me. Isn't it just such an amazing sound? It's just started to happen to me."
The Doctor stepped around to face her, very slowly.
"You mean you never did?" He furrowed his brow. "It's what called me to the TARDIS in the first place. I feel it every time. I always did."
"It's so comforting, you know? It makes me feel so... so safe."
"Well it shouldn't," the Doctor chuckled. "This place is a death trap!"
As if that was a cue, the ship threw them to the side in a violent jerk as the lights dimmed. It continued to sail on like a ship in a storm.
"I think I just offended her!" the Doctor bellowed. "Sorry!"
"You never apologise to me!" Clara shouted back in response.
"Yes, well you never do this!"
The TARDIS threw the Doctor onto the floor again. Pulling himself up with the underside of the console, he snapped off an expensive-sounding panel as if it was a piece of plastic and jammed the sonic screwdriver somewhere inside. After a loud whirr, he pulled it out, except now it had a red light instead of blue and had a lightbulb connected to it. He opened the claw and blew away the light as if it was a birthday candle.
"What's the problem?" shouted Clara.
The Doctor stood up and suddenly looked very melancholy. Slowly stepping forward, he began to whisper his troubles.
"It's gone out," he choked. "The light's gone out."
"What light?!"
"The one on the top!" He leapt to the console and pushed a button. "I'm extending the air shell. I need to change the bulb. Clara, you stay here. Now, time's going to seem to go very slowly. The vortex is a harsh place."
"This is a bit dramatic for a light going off!"
"Yes, well you know the TARDIS is very dramatic. I'll be back later. Don't touch anything! Don't touch the console, don't touch the doors, don't touch the floor, don't touch yourself!"
And with that, he opened the door and dragged himself up onto the roof. The doors closed on their own, and the TARDIS calmed and lit up again.
***
As the sound returned to normal from Satan's pipe organ, Clara once again began to feel calm, and the familiar alien hum became present once again. It was as if all her fears had gone away, as opposed to the usual feeling of unknown dread she'd usually feel. Instead of focusing on the destination, she began to focus on the journey; she'd never really had the chance to in the past. There was always some kind of intervention from the Doctor, or a malfunction, or an unexpected landing. Why did she always keep coming back?, she asked herself. Was it for the Doctor? Was it for the fun? Was it for the adrenaline and the danger? Or, perhaps, was it for the journey?
Maybe it was a mix of them all, she told herself. But maybe it didn't really matter much. What mattered was now - as realistically as 'now' could be for a time-traveller - and now, she was finally able to take a break from worrying about being killed.
She felt her eyelids began to fall as she started to feel that electricity run up her spine and through her nerves towards her brain, her fingers, and between her legs. She almost felt fingers that weren't there run through her soft hair and down to her chest. It was an experience that made her feel very feminine and exposed as she sat there, all alone, in her own time, in her own way. She knew the Doctor would be a while by now. He was always too busy doing things he didn't need to. She'd have a lot of time to be on her own and have a little bit of fun to herself. She felt she deserved a break, after all. Ever since she'd lost Danny, so long ago, now, she never really felt the urge to get some pleasure by herself - it would just make her feel more alone.
Her short sundress was light enough already, let alone the fact she loved the freedom of wearing nothing underneath it. White and flowery, she could see the shadowed outline of her own body whenever there was a bright light. Even wearing it, she felt very naked. Hot and bothered, she began to unbutton it down past her collarbone, then pulled the bottom of the dress up past her vagina, above her belly button. She began to breathe heavily now, as she was getting more and more aroused. Then she pulled the bottom over the top of her head, messing up her hair in the process and fully exposing her nude body to the TARDIS' cool air. She kicked her shoes off and slowly opened her legs, feeling the pleasure and the tension between her legs without even having to touch herself - but she knew she just had to.
The sound of the TARDIS was already giving her pleasure as it already stood, but it just wasn't enough. As she ran her left hand's index finger around a hard, pink nipple, she trailed the other down her abdomen towards her already-wet pussy to find her clitoris. With every throb of the TARDIS' ambiance, she kept finding herself thrown into orgasm almost instantaneously. She started to moan and stick two fingers deep inside herself in time with the grinding of the TARDIS' engines. It was so, so wonderful to feel the slickness of her arousal as her vagina squeezed around her fingers and she reached the most wonderful climax and sent her into a euphoria, as evidenced by her moans of pleasure. As her cum ran down her thighs, she licked some of it off her fingers and pushed herself up from sitting, her feet cold on the metal floor.
In the cool air, she walked seductively towards the console and saw herself in a reflection in the time rotor. The cold was making her nipples even harder than just the present arousal, which she could see in that reflection of her most intimate state. The sound was still there, soothing her to the bone and giving her chills.
She'd finally found why she loved travelling with the Doctor.
The TARDIS was always fascinating to her. She knew she was always curious about things, but this kind of curiosity was ridiculous - not that she was complaining, however; as she stood there, completely nude and exposed to it. Her and the TARDIS, all alone for once. She'd been to the centre of the TARDIS before, but now she wanted the TARDIS to be to the centre of her. Head down, she looked at her reflection deviously as she started to stroke the cold panel of the console and trailed her fingers across all the buttons and levers and knobs, all so strong and stiff. They were all beautiful. She started walking around the hexagonal console, just dragging her fingers across it, feeling all the buttons and trinkets. The Doctor always said the TARDIS was sentient. Clara wondered if the TARDIS was feeling everything she did - she certainly hoped so at the very least. It seemed to be approving, anyway. Seeing the panels above the rotor spin in the different directions turned her on immensely. The movement was so smooth and so natural - almost organic (which it was). She felt herself spreading her legs standing up and rubbing her pussy again as she watched, almost hypnotised. As she kept watching, the feeling of the cold making her hot, she crept closer to another orgasm.
Pulling her soaking wet fingers out, she trailed some of her pussy juices along the cold, sexy console. And finally, she spotted a large, joystick-like lever right before her eyes, grabbing hold of it very quickly and stroking her soft, wet hand up and down the cold lever as if it were a cock, but she found it far more sexy than that. She felt so naughty moving her head down to the lever and taking it into her mouth, licking and sucking it whilst playing with her pussy and her breasts.
She always thought she'd had a love-hate relationship with the TARDIS, but she realised most of the hate was just her being jealous of the Doctor. But now, she finally got a chance to be intimate with her - she wanted to show the TARDIS the extent of her love through the lever. Looking around, Clara gently held onto her panel on the console and climbed up until she was kneeling doggy-style on the console. She looked into the rotor through her reflection's loving eyes and kissed it, feeling a kind of electricity shoot through her body as she continued rubbing the buttons with one hand and rubbing her button with the other, moaning in the most pleasure she'd ever felt, crying out in near-orgasm, her fingers being covered in more and more of her cum.
Getting closer and closer, Clara spread her legs wider and shuffled backwards until her pussy was just above the lever. She was so ready. She savoured the moment as she lowered her arse until the lever penetrated her lips and slowly went deeper and deeper in her vagina, and she felt it reach up to her cervix and started pulling it out, then going back, fucking herself into a nice rhythm, making the lever slick with her juices flowing down and her pussy squeezing it tightly. She didn't let up the fucking as she rode the lever and came, her vagina trying to milk the lever. It was the most beautiful feeling for her, finally getting the pleasure she'd been waiting for. The TARDIS seemed to love it too as her noises ground louder too.
Finally, Clara was worn out, but so satisfied at long last. She pulled off and climbed down, sucking her load of cum off the lever and kissing the tip. She smiled a huge smile as she stumbled naked and wet back to her sundress, slipping it on haphazardly and sinking back into the chair. Just five or so minutes later, the Doctor kicked the door back in, proud of his bulb-changing skills, completely unaware of what had just occurred.
Clara had finally got what she wanted for the first time, and almost certainly not the last.