Before That; The Doctor Touches Clara & Clara Touches Herself

The TARDIS hummed, faint hisses punctuating the silence thickening between them. Clara stood there, squirming. "I—" she said, a few seconds later she said it again: "I—" Another pause, and again, then again. She kept trying to come up with something to distract from the embarrassment, that same word leaving her mouth like a lone spark leaping from the mouth of a lighter, never quite managing to catch. "I..." she tried one last time, before giving up and looking down at the floor, **** to confront the tiny puddle that was forming between her feet. The Doctor stared, slowly filling his lungs, his chest rising and falling. "You don't need to be embarrassed," he said. Clara wished he hadn't, because for some reason that only made it worse. She made a noise—the smallest, mousiest noise, and took an uncertain step backwards. Her breath quickened, her face half-hidden beneath long brown tresses. The Doctor put a hand out, almost like he was trying to steady a spooked animal—perhaps he was—and took a step forward. "You don't need to be embarrassed," he repeated, and took another step forward to punctuate it. Clara swallowed, shook her head. "S...stop," she whispered, pleadingly. "Just...just stop."
The Doctor ignored her, taking yet another step, he was close now, a couple paces lay between them. "You don't need to be..."
Clara's brows were knitted together, she glanced back up at him and seemed to sense he was going to do something. She tensed, exhaled, pupils dilating. They waited. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to get out of his line of sight, had to run! A half-second passed between that thought and Clara trying to run, she was fast, but he was faster. He grabbed her forearm and she screamed, one hand leaving her crotch to bat at his. "Let go!" she tried to wrench her arm out of his grip, but he held on tight, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. "Stop! S-stop looking at me!"
"You...don't...need...to...be...embarrassed," he reached around with his other hand to rub her back, repeating the motion in small, steady circles. She gasped, flinching at his touch, her kitty drooling at all the attention. "B-but...but...I do..." she insisted. "Lost my...lost my trousers...twice, and no...no...knickers," Clara glowed as that last word came out of her mouth, her pinky twirling around a particularly prominent curl in her landing strip. "No. You don't." He pulled her in close. "What do you need to be ashamed of? Not wearing undies to bed? You didn't do anything wrong."
Clara cringed for what felt like the hundredth time, a chill running over her bare bottom half. He was making it worse, he was making it worse! "Noooo..." she complained. "No...stop saying things like that, stop...stop hugging me..."
"In my experience, the ones who want hugs the least are usually the ones who need them most."
"That..." she scrambled to cover her discomfort with a snappy comeback. "That sounds a bit...sex pesty, don't you think?"
"I dunno, do you?" The Doctor dipped his hand down lower, to the small of her back. "Does that mean you don't want this?"
Clara sighed. That was the problem. She wanted this. She didn't want to want it but she did, she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything. She'd already made enough of a mess, screwed things up too many times as things stood, and now...
The closeness was getting to her, making her knees weak, she'd just embarrass herself again and then...and then...
Oh! A curious new sensation leapt out at her, interrupting her train of thought. A pressure below the waist, a hand. His hand. His hand on her...wait, was he...massaging her? He was! She couldn't believe it, it wasn't possible! But there he was, manipulating the little nude swells of her bum cheeks with his long, dextrous fingers. Kneading, squeezing. "Ohhh...oh, no..." she moaned. This wasn't right, this wasn't the sort of thing that happened outside of her dreams; she should stop it...but it really did feel very good. She pushed her face into his neck, nuzzling him. "You have to stop...you're making me...nng..." her legs went out from under her, and she felt herself sag into him, then the sensation of crisp fabric pressing into her crotch. His trousers! Clara **** her eyes open and picked herself back up, looking down at the dark stains that were now soaked into his trouser leg. Oh, god...did I? she wondered, but she knew she had, she'd let her guard down and made a fool of herself again. "Nothing. You did nothing." He continued, fondling her bum as he soothed her with sweet nothings. Every word accompanied by an indecent touch.
"You."
Squeeze
"Don't."
Squeeze
"Have."
Squeeze
"To."
Squeeze
"Be."
Squeeze
"Embarrassed."
Slap He planted a smack on her arse to underline the last word, drawing a squeak out of her. He had her panting like she was in heat, aroused in spite of herself. "D-doc...Doctor..." she kissed his neck, he stiffened. Gently, he pulled his head back, decoupling his neck from her lips. There was a strange look in his eyes—warm and somehow detached, all at once.
"Feel better?" His voice was low, tender.
Clara looked up at him, a familiar, dreamy look in her eyes. "Mmmm...mhm..."
"Good." When he next spoke, his voice was louder, quirky and authoritative, like normal. Like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Now that everything's...sorted, I'll go back up, throw them down to you. When you're dressed and taken care of, join me upstairs." He raised an eyebrow, she caught his meaning.
"Y-yeah...of...of course...I'll be right up." The Doctor seemed satisfied with that, he turned and walked off toward the nearest staircase. He didn't look back.
Clara breathed. That was that, the moment had passed. He was signalling a return to normality. There was nothing deeper in what he'd just done for her, to him it was just the physical equivalent of a pep talk; he'd known what she needed and had given it to her for a few, glorious minutes, but now it was time to put the toys back in the box, now it was time to go back to being friends and solving the problem at hand. She could do that, at least she thought she could. There was disappointment of course, a small part of her had wanted it to escalate, to keep going and getting harder and faster and wetter, but it was probably for the best. Taken care of, his words echoed through her mind. He didn't miss a trick, knew exactly what she'd be thinking. Clara's pussy was aching, **** for play, **** for release. Now that he was gone it was all she could think about, and she knew instinctively that until it was taken care of, it would stay that way. At a light rustling sound she looked up, just in time to see her bottoms floating down from on high to land in a pile on the floor. She sighed in relief, then looked down. Five minutes. All I need is five minutes. Doing her utmost to suppress her self-consciousness, Clara crawled into the darkest corner she could find down there under the console, spread her legs, and touched herself to the memory of what had just happened. Her fingers fiddled between the puffy lips, stroking away at her clit.
"Mmf..." His eyes
"Gguh..." His smile
"Hnnh..." His hands
"Unnhm..." His chin
She could feel the finale approaching, so she put her other hand over her mouth and rode it out. Don't...have to be... she thought. The final word caught on her tongue as she reached her climax. "E...em..."
Embarrassed.
Clara moaned loudly, her juices pouring out onto the floor in front of her. For the next minute all she had the bandwidth to do was lay there and catch her breath. Fuck. This was all so far beyond the pale, she couldn't even begin to unpack any of it right now. The dreams, she reminded herself. She needed to know what he'd discovered, now that she was 'taken care of', she could do just that. Crawling over to her bottoms, she held them up, frowning at the ruined, gaping hole in their seat. Beggars couldn't be choosers, she supposed. She pulled them on, then stood up, careful to hold the back of them together so her rear was covered. With that, Clara turned, and—one unsteady step at a time—walked over to the stairs.

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