Skinny dipping

The Doctor would probably be scandalised if she knew what he was using his time machine for. Sometimes he landed just to cool down the engines, and they didn't always need to follow each other around when they were somewhere safe. This was Earth, a couple of centuries before Clara's own time, probably England.

Wherever it was, it was a far cry from London. That was something Clara appreciated.

They were out in the country, somewhere idyllic, with a handful of trees, vast flat fields, and a river that trickled along until it pooled in a wide, clear lake. Clara had walked by herself for a while before she'd stumbled onto it.

There weren't really bodies of water like it. Well, there were, they just absolutely weren't safe to go swimming in; that was one advantage to the past. She had fond memories of growing up in less urban areas, enjoying the occasional impromptu dip.

It was hard to resist. A mischievous smile on her face, Clara glanced back over her shoulder. Just trees, no one was around, especially not the Doctor.

Quickly she shrugged her jacket off, laying it out on a patch of ground a few metres from the lakeside. Next she pulled off her top, and shimmied out of her skirt and tights, loosely folding them and putting them down just beside her jacket. Finally she unclasped her bra and slipped her panties down her legs, putting her last shreds of clothing down on her jacket, putting her top and skirt on stockings on top, and finally her shoes to stop them blowing away.

Another quick glanced around, then Clara walked quickly towards the lack, smiling to herself. She wouldn't want her clothes to get wet.

She dipped her toes in the water, then braced herself and took the plunge; the shock of cold hit her for a second before she adjusted, gasping and giggling with just her head above the surface.

Ah, it had been forever since she'd had a good swim, let alone one like this. There was just something special about skinny dipping. Even somewhere she knew she'd never be caught, it still felt like there was a risk. She'd be lying if she said part of her didn't like that.

She probably should have brought a towel. Oh well.

Luxuriating, Clara leaned on her front and swam a few strokes forward, feeling the water wrap around her. After a length she turned over, giving backstroke a go, basking in the sensation. She swam a few lengths, not pushing herself.

It was a little surprising how easily swimming came to her. It had been a while, and while she'd swum before she usually just let herself float. Apparently all that running around with the Doctor had made her fitter.

She was on the far side of the lake to her clothes when she heard voices. She splashes slightly, getting upright, her feet just reaching the bottom of the lake.

People?! She was meant to be alone. Still, hopefully they wouldn't stick around. Nervously she inhaled, dipping down a little until her nose was only just above the water's surface.

Tentatively she crossed her arms over her bare chest, even if it was under the water. Well it sounded like they were far away, hopefully she wouldn't have to panic. As fun as skinny dipping was, she didn't particularly fancy getting spotted by whoever lived in this time period.