Clara Goes To Church

Clara Oswald stood there in the empty hallway, trembling a little now that she was alone. She didn't mind the solace, really. She needed a minute to clear her spinning head. She was- god. What had he said?

"You can't go to church with your clothes on, Clara!" Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. She'd been a lot of crazy places, wild situations, dangerous- life threatening even. But she loved the Doctor, cared for him, she- but he could be so daft!

She started to pace down the hallway, arms wrapped around herself, noting the new and not entirely uncomfortable feeling of this plush foreign carpet beneath her bare feet and toes. And then she remembered that not only was she barefoot-

Clara turned a corner and entered a large hallway, and felt very small. And- that's right. Stark naked. Stark-ass-fucking-naked. Starkers. Bare.

He'd taken her gallivanting through a religious space-station in her birthday suit. She fumed. And she'd just said "Yes, Doctor." "Why not Doctor." "Maybe we shouldn't, Doctor." "But of course, Doctor" And then she was here.

Naked.

She knew that she could see clothes on herself and he, of course. But- oh god, she just KNEW he could see her. All of her glory. Her tits, her ass- probably even her pussy. Did he care? SHOULD he care?

She grimaced. SHOULD she? Along with all the numerous aliens and whatnot who had watched her parade around without a stitch. She began to blush hotly, and threw her arms over herself when she heard a sudden sound.

She slowly looked back, and was presented with a horrifying visage. It was something that would make soldiers cry, the hardest men squirm. And then it was gone, and she couldn't recall what had been the matter. Except. Naked.

At least she didn't have to look at it. Just feel it. She bounced her breasts a little while no one was looking. "See, girlies? No one is going to spy on you ****-" She looked down to giggle to herself and fell back into a wall.

What the fuck?!!? She could SEE it. Which meant- anyone could SEE her! And not just that....she really was, for all intents, nude now. Not just physically, but visibly. Her heart beat fast in her slender chest, and hitched breath caught in her throat. She began to run back down the hallway, ass shaking, bare feet pounding the carpet.

What she found around the corner wasn't a surprise. "CLARA! Won-derful timing! We were just having a chat about Sontaaran diversion tactics and-" "DOCTOR! PLEASE, LET'S GO!"

"Clara I can't, you're going to have to calm-" "You calm down, I'm NAKED! Really....really nude!" He looked at her funny. "Clara, you've been naked this entire time, now-" "NO! Everyone, stop looking at my tits already- and YOU, take me back! P-please, Doctor!"

The Doctor was nothing if not a gentleman.

Immediately, too quickly, she found herself back on the Tardis. And now it was cold metal under her apparently still unclad feet.

She stood up. "Doctor! Phew....thank you." He looked at her seriously. "You're naked."

She covered herself, one arm over her breasts, the other over her treasure. "Um....y-yeah. Kinda established the nudity thing-" He came closer. Seriously. "No. Really naked, temporally nude. Clara....the hologram is gone. And so are your clothes. I- I redressed you. Or tried. It was a rather prickly process-"

Clara looked down, confirmed her nudity, and raised a leg to cover her womanhood, toes curling on her bare foot in humiliation. She hunched forward, ass poking out behind her. "DOCTOR!" She slapped his age-old mug, and he recoiled. "WH-WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? I'm.....oh god, am I?" He nodded. "Forever?" He nodded. "Looks like it. But like I always say-" Clara screamed.