Alien Seduction
Rating: R (some language and passions)
Note: Takes place some unspecified time after 'The Name of the Doctor
***
Enter the TARDIS. Start it. And get out of here. That's the plan. Just do it. Forget what you saw. Don't react. Don't let that Gallifreyan temper blaze like the skies used to on a summer day when you were a boy. Just go to the console. It's right there.
Fuck.
Oh come on. Now you're going to use earthly swearisms too? Just start flying. Forget.
"Doctor?"
Damn. Hot Gallifreyan burning sun damn. Saturn is full of them, always has been, Alien Casanovas. Of course she was going to react. Of course he was going to make her moan. Of course-
"Why did you kiss him?"
"What?"
Oh, stop it! You sound like a hormonal boy, first time feeling the ugly green shade of jealousy. You're a man of a thousand years. Now move past her. She's standing there against the console, half leaning. Wretched woman. Just move past. Clara's too young for you anyway. Oh yeah, right, say that after she leaps into your time stream and lives a thousand different lives along with you. Say that you stupid alien fool.
Okay, okay. Calm down. Just move past.
"Doctor?" She's staring at you like you've gone mad. Ha, ha. Clever woman.
Because you are mad. Gallifreyan summer mad. Standing against the console, oh Clara not a smart thing to do. Not when I'm so raging at the moment. That moan, the way she let out a sigh, as that Saturn Philanderer gave her the kiss of a hundred stars. Idiot. You have a thousand inside.
"Doctor?" She asks again as you corral her in. It is her fault for leaning against the console like she's so fucking intimate with it. There's those stupid earthisms again. But you're a little too man right now. Filled with foul language and foul thoughts.
Your hands grip the console, thinking of gripping something else though. Oh, she looks so fine. That Saturn dress she was gifted with is absolutely magnificent on her. It's flaming red and the thin sole strap nearly falls off her shoulder. It molds perfectly Clara's beautifully femininely formed breasts.
"Why did you kiss him?" You ask her dangerously, tracing a finger over the red material. Red rage.
She shakes her head vehemently. "I didn't kiss him. He kissed me. You saw-
Interrupt. Your finger lifts with sudden quickness. Sudden alien response. It's pressed against her mouth firmly, stopping all rebuttal. "You moaned. I heard."
She stares up into your eyes. Those big Clara eyes. Gaping at you like you're a mad alien. Mad and crazy. Because you are. For years now you've tempered it, time travel's weird span of years. You had no reason to use it, except for maybe River. But River's been gone a long time and Clara has become your companion, your friend and your...
Lust.
Maybe that's why you've pretty much stopped acting like a college frat boy on a grand adventure. That was the time of the Ponds, a wonderful time, a time that if you think about still can make your tears fall, for you miss them so. But Clara, Clara reawakened you.
And Clara keeps bringing something out in you that you can no longer hold back.
Something that goes way beyond lust actually.
Your finger keeps pressing against her mouth and even though you can feel her trickle of a shiver as your hips press against hers, she doesn't turn away. She doesn't push you away. Brave impossible girl just stands there, breath heavy, but not fleeing.
She doesn't run.
Your hands grip her cheeks. You hold strongly, intensely, making her focus just on you. "You kissed him."
She shakes her head, lifting her hand, touching your shoulder, grazing against your bow tie. "He kissed me. I just reacted. You warned me about Saturn men. You were right. He did make me feel. But Doctor..."
You shake your head. It's too blazing. Your Gallifreyan reaction. It's mad and burning. Your hand grips hers and brings it up solidly to your chest. You look her in the eye hard and hiss,
"Do you feel this Clara? These are my hearts. Twin hearts. Twin reaction. Do you feel them beating so strongly now? Because I can. It's like they're getting ready to burst out. Explode. All because of what I saw. All because of what you did. I'm just as Alien as him Clara. I don't have human reactions all the time. You should be aware of that. You should run right now."
"Why?" She asks, her eyes big, but her lips parting with inquiry. "Why do you want me to run?"
Impossible Girl! "Because of the way I feel."
"How do you feel?"
Her hand trails up your heart. It lifts to your bow tie. Slowly, she unties it. Drops it. Unbuttons the top buttons of your shirt. Wanders inside with her small little hand.
And you grab her wrist, grunting that she shouldn't tempt you. Play with you. Because that's not nice. But Clara has had enough of you resisting. If you don't want her to kiss a Saturn man, then how about you show her why?
It's all there in her eyes as she looks back up to yours. You can see her witness the blazing. You can feel it as your hands now close around her feminine little waist, feeling how silky that red material is on her luscious body.
And it's too much. Gallifreyan sun is ready to rain all its power, rain its lust, rain its building love.
"Ah." She lets out as you push her hard into the console, but grab her tight against you before she can become bruised. Mouth is aching to experience and so you press your lips firmly against hers. You open up hers, hissing for entrance. And your tongue dances with hers. It rolls and volleys. It tickles and makes her shudder.
"Doctor."
"Clara."
You want to take her over. You want to make her yours forever. Deposit each piece of her into your twin hearts. Rage with love and passion about Clara Oswald. Your Clara. "Mine..." You hear her moan and you hiss against her cheek, "My Clara."
It's a part. A temporary part. Her hands press against your chest. Your are fixed around her waist and a little lower actually. She whispers,
"I've wanted you to do that for such a long time." Her whisper is near breathless. Her face is flushed. Her mouth is...Alien used. "I didn't make him kiss me. I swear. He's the one who instigated it all. But I did want you to see. I wanted you to react like this."
She naughtily admits and you grasp the rag on the corner of the console, give her a little whack.
"Oh."
You smile. So does she. You're burning though, still burning. Mad that that Saturn Casanova kissed her. And insanely mad about her. Your Clara.
"What are you doing to me?"
She kisses you back now, holding tight to your waist, caressing your cheek, and then giving a breathy whisper, "Same you're doing to me."
Your hearts keep beating hard, telling you something that your inner boy snickers at. But the Alien man is not to be denied. Clara brought you back to life. Clara has brought the man out more than anyone. You look at her in that red silky dress. You take her in like she is fruit to be plucked from a tree and juicily devoured bit by bit. You feel those Alien desires welling and suffocating. It's like you're falling over with wants and needs. She's entering every bit of you and making-
"Doctor."
Clara's sweet hands reach up to your face, hold you near and you breathe. You inhale and exhale. She smiles. But nothing of innocence. Instead a woman's grin. She's got you where she wants. But then maybe you've got her too.
Alien Seduction. It's only beginning as you whisper in her ear,
"I want to show you something Clara."
Holding her hand tight you lead her down many TARDIS halls until you come to a precise room, one with images abounding of the Gallifreyan sun and of Gallifreyan language. She sighs with excited reaction as you stand behind, fixing your hands around her red silky waist, and whisper something in her ear that makes her shiver tantalizingly against you, before you lead her in.
A room she's never seen.
Seduce and be seduced.
A room only now you will share with her.
Note: Takes place some unspecified time after 'The Name of the Doctor
***
Enter the TARDIS. Start it. And get out of here. That's the plan. Just do it. Forget what you saw. Don't react. Don't let that Gallifreyan temper blaze like the skies used to on a summer day when you were a boy. Just go to the console. It's right there.
Fuck.
Oh come on. Now you're going to use earthly swearisms too? Just start flying. Forget.
"Doctor?"
Damn. Hot Gallifreyan burning sun damn. Saturn is full of them, always has been, Alien Casanovas. Of course she was going to react. Of course he was going to make her moan. Of course-
"Why did you kiss him?"
"What?"
Oh, stop it! You sound like a hormonal boy, first time feeling the ugly green shade of jealousy. You're a man of a thousand years. Now move past her. She's standing there against the console, half leaning. Wretched woman. Just move past. Clara's too young for you anyway. Oh yeah, right, say that after she leaps into your time stream and lives a thousand different lives along with you. Say that you stupid alien fool.
Okay, okay. Calm down. Just move past.
"Doctor?" She's staring at you like you've gone mad. Ha, ha. Clever woman.
Because you are mad. Gallifreyan summer mad. Standing against the console, oh Clara not a smart thing to do. Not when I'm so raging at the moment. That moan, the way she let out a sigh, as that Saturn Philanderer gave her the kiss of a hundred stars. Idiot. You have a thousand inside.
"Doctor?" She asks again as you corral her in. It is her fault for leaning against the console like she's so fucking intimate with it. There's those stupid earthisms again. But you're a little too man right now. Filled with foul language and foul thoughts.
Your hands grip the console, thinking of gripping something else though. Oh, she looks so fine. That Saturn dress she was gifted with is absolutely magnificent on her. It's flaming red and the thin sole strap nearly falls off her shoulder. It molds perfectly Clara's beautifully femininely formed breasts.
"Why did you kiss him?" You ask her dangerously, tracing a finger over the red material. Red rage.
She shakes her head vehemently. "I didn't kiss him. He kissed me. You saw-
Interrupt. Your finger lifts with sudden quickness. Sudden alien response. It's pressed against her mouth firmly, stopping all rebuttal. "You moaned. I heard."
She stares up into your eyes. Those big Clara eyes. Gaping at you like you're a mad alien. Mad and crazy. Because you are. For years now you've tempered it, time travel's weird span of years. You had no reason to use it, except for maybe River. But River's been gone a long time and Clara has become your companion, your friend and your...
Lust.
Maybe that's why you've pretty much stopped acting like a college frat boy on a grand adventure. That was the time of the Ponds, a wonderful time, a time that if you think about still can make your tears fall, for you miss them so. But Clara, Clara reawakened you.
And Clara keeps bringing something out in you that you can no longer hold back.
Something that goes way beyond lust actually.
Your finger keeps pressing against her mouth and even though you can feel her trickle of a shiver as your hips press against hers, she doesn't turn away. She doesn't push you away. Brave impossible girl just stands there, breath heavy, but not fleeing.
She doesn't run.
Your hands grip her cheeks. You hold strongly, intensely, making her focus just on you. "You kissed him."
She shakes her head, lifting her hand, touching your shoulder, grazing against your bow tie. "He kissed me. I just reacted. You warned me about Saturn men. You were right. He did make me feel. But Doctor..."
You shake your head. It's too blazing. Your Gallifreyan reaction. It's mad and burning. Your hand grips hers and brings it up solidly to your chest. You look her in the eye hard and hiss,
"Do you feel this Clara? These are my hearts. Twin hearts. Twin reaction. Do you feel them beating so strongly now? Because I can. It's like they're getting ready to burst out. Explode. All because of what I saw. All because of what you did. I'm just as Alien as him Clara. I don't have human reactions all the time. You should be aware of that. You should run right now."
"Why?" She asks, her eyes big, but her lips parting with inquiry. "Why do you want me to run?"
Impossible Girl! "Because of the way I feel."
"How do you feel?"
Her hand trails up your heart. It lifts to your bow tie. Slowly, she unties it. Drops it. Unbuttons the top buttons of your shirt. Wanders inside with her small little hand.
And you grab her wrist, grunting that she shouldn't tempt you. Play with you. Because that's not nice. But Clara has had enough of you resisting. If you don't want her to kiss a Saturn man, then how about you show her why?
It's all there in her eyes as she looks back up to yours. You can see her witness the blazing. You can feel it as your hands now close around her feminine little waist, feeling how silky that red material is on her luscious body.
And it's too much. Gallifreyan sun is ready to rain all its power, rain its lust, rain its building love.
"Ah." She lets out as you push her hard into the console, but grab her tight against you before she can become bruised. Mouth is aching to experience and so you press your lips firmly against hers. You open up hers, hissing for entrance. And your tongue dances with hers. It rolls and volleys. It tickles and makes her shudder.
"Doctor."
"Clara."
You want to take her over. You want to make her yours forever. Deposit each piece of her into your twin hearts. Rage with love and passion about Clara Oswald. Your Clara. "Mine..." You hear her moan and you hiss against her cheek, "My Clara."
It's a part. A temporary part. Her hands press against your chest. Your are fixed around her waist and a little lower actually. She whispers,
"I've wanted you to do that for such a long time." Her whisper is near breathless. Her face is flushed. Her mouth is...Alien used. "I didn't make him kiss me. I swear. He's the one who instigated it all. But I did want you to see. I wanted you to react like this."
She naughtily admits and you grasp the rag on the corner of the console, give her a little whack.
"Oh."
You smile. So does she. You're burning though, still burning. Mad that that Saturn Casanova kissed her. And insanely mad about her. Your Clara.
"What are you doing to me?"
She kisses you back now, holding tight to your waist, caressing your cheek, and then giving a breathy whisper, "Same you're doing to me."
Your hearts keep beating hard, telling you something that your inner boy snickers at. But the Alien man is not to be denied. Clara brought you back to life. Clara has brought the man out more than anyone. You look at her in that red silky dress. You take her in like she is fruit to be plucked from a tree and juicily devoured bit by bit. You feel those Alien desires welling and suffocating. It's like you're falling over with wants and needs. She's entering every bit of you and making-
"Doctor."
Clara's sweet hands reach up to your face, hold you near and you breathe. You inhale and exhale. She smiles. But nothing of innocence. Instead a woman's grin. She's got you where she wants. But then maybe you've got her too.
Alien Seduction. It's only beginning as you whisper in her ear,
"I want to show you something Clara."
Holding her hand tight you lead her down many TARDIS halls until you come to a precise room, one with images abounding of the Gallifreyan sun and of Gallifreyan language. She sighs with excited reaction as you stand behind, fixing your hands around her red silky waist, and whisper something in her ear that makes her shiver tantalizingly against you, before you lead her in.
A room she's never seen.
Seduce and be seduced.
A room only now you will share with her.