Leave the bathroom?

"This is ridiculous!" the Doctor yelled and swung his arms about him like a wild man. He was frustrated in more ways than one. He didn't like not being in control. He turned to look back at Clara who stared silently up at him with those eyes of hers. Those amazing, gorgeous, dark eyes of hers. And those lips. Those pouty, soft lips that he wanted to feel slide down his...

No! Had needed time to think. What the Time Lords had done to him was one thing, but this... this seemed something else. Something different altogether. He had to discover what was happening and he couldn't do it with Clara naked in a bath in front of him causing his mind to race and his penis to throb!

He ran out of the bathroom, down the short hall and back into the main room. He stopped before the picture windows and stared out into the nothingness. It was a minor reprieve, but a reprieve nonetheless. He tried to think.

"Doctor, Doctor, Doctor..." the whispery feminine voice said as it watched the image of the Doctor standing in front of the large window. "Why do you fight your feelings? The Time Lords have given you a great gift and you refuse it? I have provided you with a gorgeous companion and you do not act! Oh, I see I will have to try harder."

A soft, graceful blue hand reached out and pressed a button on a console.

The Doctor was fighting against his urges, trying to concentrate on his calculations and theories when he suddenly had the distinct impression he was being watched. He turned slowly and saw Clara standing there. She was wearing a white bath robe and her hair was wet and brushed messily back from her face.

"Sorry," she said. "But the bath tub disappeared and I suddenly found myself sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of suds and water."

"Interesting!" the Doctor said. "I had a feeling this hotel wasn't as real as it seemed."

"Where are we?" she asked. "What is happening to us?"

"I don't know," the Doctor conceded. "But I think that these... urges of ours will only get stronger. In fact..." he snapped his fingers. "Yes! I believe they are getting stronger because we are fighting them! Tell me Clara... you say a bath usually helps calm you down when you're... feeling this way?"

"Yes," Clara said and gave him that cute sideways glance she gives him when she knows he's on to something. Oh it was so cute! She was so bloody sexy! Wait, where was I?

"Oh yes!" the Doctor shouted and Clara jumped a little. "Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Yes, and the bath hasn't helped has it?"

"No," Clara said. "In fact, it's made things worse. Oh, Vance, it's happening again. I can feel it..."

"Don't fight it, Clara," he said softer now, taking a few steps toward her. "Allow yourself to give in. If we do that, we might have the time to figure it all out before it gets too strong to fight again."

Clara looked up at the Doctor with passion burning in her eyes. She gave him that amazingly sexy half smile of hers and slowly began to untie her robe. She let the robe fall away, showing off her glistening, soft, amazing body.

Her breasts were small and shapely, though not perfectly shaped. They were firm, but not perfectly so. It was the imperfections that made her so desirable. Her hips were round and her legs toned. Her sex was shaven perfectly clean.