[She's been waiting for him to say those three words for so long now. They cause her breath to hitch, because she commits the exact urgency he's just uttered them in to memory. As her breath shakily releases, he kisses her again, and their lips fit together perfectly. She doesn't have to guide him to remove her bra, doesn't have to tell him what she wants him to do. He just knows. But then again, he always knows, doesn't he?
All this time spent thinking he didn't know what to do or wouldn't be interested in this suddenly makes her feel so foolish. The Doctor is perfectly capable of intimacy, and more than that, he wants her. A needy whimper catches in her throat as she replays the way he's just said her name. She doesn't think she's ever heard someone ever quite say her name like that before.
If it's possible, it only makes her love him more.
Which in turn, adds to her own need for him. Patience wearing thin, there's another needy sound that is heard fully now, as she breaks the kiss in order to focus on getting his trousers undone. There's not much more she can do to remove them with the way she's still slowly grinding against his lap, and she has to stop what she's doing in order to rise up off of him.
She rests on her knees in front of him, one hand curling to brace the back of his head as she pulls herself in for another kiss.]
Then have me. [Clara finally answers him, voice barely above a whisper as her lips remain against his.] All of me. [There's another kiss, and then another, and her hands press against his shoulders before slowly trailing down his arms. She urges him to rise up along with her, just for a moment.]
Now take off your trousers before I tear them off of you.
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All this time spent thinking he didn't know what to do or wouldn't be interested in this suddenly makes her feel so foolish. The Doctor is perfectly capable of intimacy, and more than that, he wants her. A needy whimper catches in her throat as she replays the way he's just said her name. She doesn't think she's ever heard someone ever quite say her name like that before.
If it's possible, it only makes her love him more.
Which in turn, adds to her own need for him. Patience wearing thin, there's another needy sound that is heard fully now, as she breaks the kiss in order to focus on getting his trousers undone. There's not much more she can do to remove them with the way she's still slowly grinding against his lap, and she has to stop what she's doing in order to rise up off of him.
She rests on her knees in front of him, one hand curling to brace the back of his head as she pulls herself in for another kiss.]
Then have me. [Clara finally answers him, voice barely above a whisper as her lips remain against his.] All of me. [There's another kiss, and then another, and her hands press against his shoulders before slowly trailing down his arms. She urges him to rise up along with her, just for a moment.]
Now take off your trousers before I tear them off of you.