She kisses her

"Wh... huh?" Clara mumbled as she came around, bleary eyes blinking in confusion. She was laid flat on her back, staring up at the decorated ceiling of Versailles, Reinette still sat firmly on her lap. As she stirred, memories of the fight came back to her, and she caught Reinette's eye.
"You knocked me out," she said slowly. Reinette smirked back at her.
"Correct. You sought a fight, and I proved myself the victor."
"I wouldn't have expected... you know, a fancy woman like you..." She trailed off as Reinette put a finger to her lips.
"I am the King's mistress, not his wife," she replied coyly. "But that is not the matter at hand. We must decide what to do... with you." As she spoke, Reinette leaned forward, both hands pressing against the floor each side of Clara's head. She pressed her chest down against Clara's once more, this time not to try and pin her but simply as a show of dominance. She brought her head down, her forehead resting against Clara's as the two women looked into each other's eyes.
"The whole court saw me bring you in here. I can hardly let you leave of your own accord. My reputation would be in pieces," Reinette said softly. Clara swallowed hard as Reinette's warm breath washed over her face.
"I had an exit plan," she responded, her eyes flicking briefly to one side. "Out the other door. You can tell the king what you like about what you did to me."
"I believe I shall," Reinette said. "But you are not yet gone. I should enjoy the opportunity whilst it lasts."
Clara's brow furrowed briefly before Reinette pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss. Her breath caught in her throat and her head lifted slightly off the floor as she eagerly returned the kiss. Reinette's hand stroked down her arm, from her shoulder down to her wrist, before entangling their fingers once more. Her other hand held on Clara's head close for a moment before pulling back and regarding the excited brunette beneath her, caressing her cheek.
"Your lips taste sweet, mademoiselle. Like cherries."
"That's my lip balm," Clara replied with a grin.
"An excellent choice. I adore cherries." Reinette pushed in for another kiss, more aggressively this time, her tongue forcing its way past Clara's red lips. Clara closed her eyes as she surrendered to the kiss, letting Reinette explore her mouth; she put up a brief struggle with her own tongue against Reinette's, but it was quickly overpowered. Reinette pulled on her hand, bringing it up to her hips, and Clara took the initiative. She began tugging at Reinette's skirts, lifting the dress up her legs until she was able to slip her hand underneath it, Reinette obligingly lifting her thigh to allow Clara access. She gasped, her eyes snapping open, as Clara's hand rubbed across her crotch, fingers teasing at her entrance, and she felt her body respond to the sensuous touch. She flicked her eyes down, pulling her lips back just enough to speak.
"You know your way around a woman's body," she said appreciatively. Clara nibbled on her bottom lip, her eyes alight.
"Just you wait," she replied. Her index finger ran down Reinette's crotch, and then-
"Ah!" Reinette gasped aloud as Clara's finger thrust inside her, crooking as she rubbed against her inner walls. The finger moved in and out, and Reinette threw her head back, feeling a pleasure she had never experienced at the hands of a man.
"You clever girl," she moaned. Clara didn't hesitate, her head raising off the floor once more as she began kissing and biting at Reinette's neck, a second finger joining the first. Almost without thinking, Reinette began grinding her hips against Clara's hand, and between them they established a rhythm as fingers thrust in and out of her.
"I-" Reinette tried to speak but the pleasure overwhelmed her and she was unable to form any words; she held Clara close, hands stroking her hair and back as the brunette took control of the situation.
"Is this what you wanted?" Clara whispered, her cheek pressing against Reinette's as she moved to nibble on her earlobe. Reinette couldn't reply, only managing a few garbled noises as her vocal cords failed her. Then...
"Haaah..." Clara's skilled fingers brought her to an orgasm, and she tried to silence the scream she felt building in her throat, instead letting out a ragged gasp. She gripped Clara tight, body tensing as the waves of pleasure washed over her, before her body slumped into Clara's arms. Slowly, the fingers were extracted and wiped against the inside of her dress. Clara lay back, an arm around Reinette's body as she lay on top of her, recovering.
"I hope you enjoyed the opportunity," Clara murmured, a smirk on her face as she regarded the now exhausted woman in her arms. Reinette tilted her head to catch her eye with a satisfied smile.
"Indeed I did," she replied, before leaning in and planting another soft kiss on Clara's lips. She lingered for a moment before pulling away.
"But I can't hang around," Clara continued slowly. "And you have a king to see to, don't you?"
"Must you leave so soon?" Reinette replied, pushing herself into a sitting position on Clara's lap. Clara sat up as well, nodding.
"Who knows? Maybe I'll come back. We could fight again, on more friendly terms."
"With this being the reward of victory... I will be waiting, Clara Oswald."

"Satisfied?" the Doctor asked as Clara entered the TARDIS. She shut the door behind her, leaning against it with a look of bliss on her face.
"Yeah," she replied dreamily. "That was... that was good." She walked slowly toward the console as the Doctor switched off the viewscreen and reached for a nearby lever.
"Back home for now then?"
"Yeah, I need a bit of rest after that. But you come back tomorrow, mister. There's still a lot of people out there I want to see."