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"Ah, Clara. For a moment, I thought you were clever."
And she says her name in that particular way again, in which she draws out the second 'a' a little longer than necessary. Purposeful. Why do the aliens always have British accents? It could be connected to Bonnie having Clara's face, but surely she'd just speak like Clara rather than playing up the whole cliche hot villain accent thing. Guess if you're going to do a whole evil scheme, you might as well go all out. ‘Evil scheme’ being a rather large understatement - this woman [thing? Alien.] was a war criminal. Almost.
Clara frowns. She is clever. Clever enough to have figured out the two-way connection, which isn't a positive when you think about it. If she has any amount of power over Bonnie, Bonnie has power over her. And Clara's the one trapped in the whole dream-state-disguised-to-look-like-her-apartment-thing. So that's not great.
"Our hearts are linked. Beat for beat. The one thing you and I can never do is lie to each other." Bonnie continues, and Clara's hand goes down to her wrist to check her heartbeat, mimicking the zygon.
Bonnie was clever too.
The zygon giggles, having felt the human's heart rate speed up. "Oh...That scared you, didn't it?" The giggle is odd. It's not a full-on evil laugh, but it's sinister. Menacing. Somehow a threat.
Clara feels uneasy, a knot forming in her stomach, heart rate speeding up further to the point she can hear it in her chest, feel the blood pumping.
Bonnie feels it as well, raising an eyebrow. Considering. Musing.
Even through the screen, Clara can feel the eyes on her, judging like she's in her mind. Like she's inside her.
Poor choice of words.
The thought of Bonnie in her mind is uncomfortable. Exciting, to an extent, but Clara supposes that's the risk seeker in her. There's nothing logically exciting about someone wearing your face. There shouldn't be.
Bonnie is talking again. Something about asking questions, but Clara isn't focused on the words. She's listening to the voice, watching her mouth. That shade of red lipstick was a good choice, Clara has decided. The outfit was a good idea too, the leather sleeves.
Now Clara feels underdressed in her tank top and pyjama trousers, which is stupid. Underdressed for what? Trippy dream states? Bonnie? It's ironic to feel underdressed when the woman is already in her mind. Probably the most exposed a person can be, emotions all out in the open for the taking.
Which is all the more enticing, for some twisted reason that Clara can't pinpoint.
She knows everything about her.
Clara turns her focus back to the TV. World in danger, Doctor in danger. Priorities. There's a time and a place for whatever this is, and now probably isn't it.
Bonnie is just looking at her now, tilting her head in the way that she does.
The human blinks, an immediate loss in whatever staring competition is going on here, and Bonnie tilts her head the other way. Why does she keep doing that?
Clara breathes out, just now processing how weird this all is. It's both her and not her at all, some amalgamation of the two. Why is she still thinking about this? Doctor in danger. Priorities. How can she get back to him? Then she remembers where she is, the windows and doors closed off by walls, nothing around her real. It's claustrophobic. It's her apartment, yet not her apartment at all. It feels wrong. She feels wrong. She's not really here; she's trapped in a pod somewhere, slimy and warm and wet and tingly and...
"Do you want to get off?"
Clara's thoughts snap back to reality, or whatever reality this is, and she stares at the zygon. "What?"
"I said do you want to get out,"
Clara blinks. Right.
"Of the pod," Bonnie adds.
Right.
Clara looks at her with confusion, and Bonnie sighs as though dealing with the human is some big chore.
"This isn't a trick. Do you want to get out of the pod?"
All Clara can do is nod, and then she's out. Everything is hard and bright and cold and real again. It was like she'd been suffocating in there, and now she could finally breathe again.
Bonnie's skin is colder, and Clara shivers when the zygon pulls her out. She takes a moment, adjusting before she can look at her. Really look at her.
It's a lot weirder seeing herself up close, in person. Breathing, blinking. Real.
"Clara." Bonnie addresses her, saying it that way again, and Clara shivers again. It's better to hear it in person without the static of the TV.
"Why’d you let me out?"
Bonnie considers her. "You're more interesting than I had previously imagined. Humans are such simple creatures, but your mind is…intriguing. I picked the right human."
As she speaks, she brings up a hand to caress Clara's face. Gentle. Calculated. Bonnie's skin is still cold, in contrast to the human's, which is heating up even further at the contact.
"What are you doing?" Clara questions, trying to push down the nervous tone in her voice, and Bonnie does that smirk again.
"Our hearts aren't the only thing linked, Clara. Our emotions. Memories. I can feel you."
As she speaks, her hand goes down further until it's trailing down Clara's neck.
"..What?" Clara frowns, confusion in her eyes.
Bonnie suddenly moves her hand and grabs her by the throat, pushing her back and pressing her against the pod. Hard. There's a gasp from the human.
"For example, I know you like this," Her hand squeezes tighter around Clara's throat, and then she loosens it again, still holding her there. "I know all your deepest fantasies. Your darkest desires. I know you want this."
Clara can see where this is going.
"I don't." She manages. "This is…you look like me,"
"Yes, I do," Bonnie muses. "That's why you want it."
Clara opens her mouth to defend herself, but Bonnie tightens her grip on the girl's throat again, and Clara's breathing speeds up.
"Ah, ah. You forget, I know your fantasies. Humans really are...peculiar creatures when it comes to sex. More interesting than I'd imagined. You can't lie to me. You won't lie to me."
She tightens her grip further, essentially choking the girl now. Testing. Clara's eyes widen. It's a wonder that they can get bigger than they already are.
"I have some time to kill, and I'm willing to help your predicament." She kept hold of her, studying the girl's face. The way her cheeks flush. The way she looks as she begins to struggle for air. The way she squirms. It's almost funny, having her in her grasp like this, under her control. It's almost pathetic. "Would you like that?"
She let go finally, letting Clara cough, splutter and bend down to catch her breath. Bonnie giggles, giving her a moment before grabbing her face to make her straighten up and look at her.
"Would you like that, Clara?"
She watches her expectantly, and eventually Clara nods, unable to lie.
Bonnie grins, "Ah, so you can obey. Interesting. Well, we'll have to be quick. Maybe there will be time to play properly after my plan. Before I kill you. But for now…"
Her hand slips down from Clara's face again, but not to her throat this time, as much as the human admittedly wouldn't mind. It slips down to her chest, brushing over, and then down further, down her stomach and then stopping at the button of her trousers.
"Your heartbeat is out of control," Bonnie teases, her voice low. Buttons are being undone, and a hand is slipping further. Clara looks down, but Bonnie grabs her face with her free hand.
"No. Keep looking at me. Focus on my voice."
Clara does look at her, her eyes trained on the zygon's lips as she speaks. She can feel cold fingers against her, and hear the movement of fabric as they slip beneath it.
"I know everything about you. Does that excite you? Everything you've done…thought…felt. Everything you're feeling now."
A finger presses into her and Clara whimpers, trying to look away again before Bonnie shifts her grip to the back of her head, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to make eye contact again.
"I said, look at me."
Clara gasps as another finger enters her, curling inside her as a thumb circles over her clit. It's gentle, too gentle, as though Bonnie isn't letting her have it properly right now.
"You know, I really do only need you as a source of information. I could kill you." The fingers begin to thrust in and out of her, and Clara grips Bonnie's jacket, desperate for something to ground her.
Clara bucks against the hand, and Bonnie presses her harder against the pod, holding the girl still while still forcing eye contact. "Oh, you're sweating. Getting worked up?"
Clara makes a noise, holding back moans as Bonnie's fingers increase in pace a little, still not as rough as she could be, silently teasing the girl.
"I could kill you in any way I wanted," She continues, her voice reverting to a whisper in Clara's ear. "Have you ever thought about that? How you'd want to be killed?"
Clara's hips jerk forward again, trying to get the zygon's fingers to go deeper, and Bonnie obliges.
"Humans are so warm inside," She notes, continuing the motions. "And so wet. Or is that just you?"
The fingers continue until Clara can't hold back her moans anymore, and she wants to bury her face into Bonnie's coat but she can't move her head, the zygon still pulling at her hair, forcing eye contact. It's both amazing and horrible.
Finally Bonnie smirks, feeling Clara's body begin to shake against her, and she pulls the girl's head back a little more roughly than necessary. She kisses her neck, moving upwards before she kisses her jaw and then kisses her, which is weird; Clara has to wonder if this is all Bonnie or if she, herself, is that good of a kisser. They are her lips, after all.
Clara's breathing grows faster, breathless moans into the zygon's mouth and she gets closer.
The orgasm is gradual, both of them can feel it coming. Clara's body shakes, her legs giving way and the girl only just realises they've been doing all of this standing up, and now her body wants down. But Bonnie holds her up, free hand moving back to her throat and gripping it hard as she continues to kiss her, and Clara groans into it, barely standing. "Fuck.." She mumbles against red lips, and Bonnie smirks against hers, and then it's all too much and the impending orgasm is finally there. Clara's legs buckle from it all, and Bonnie holds her upright as it happens.
She finally lets go of her, pulling her fingers out. Clara stumbles, falling to the floor pathetically in a mess of fast breaths and whimpers.
Bonnie adjusts her coat, fixing where Clara had been gripping it, looking as though nothing has happened. She looms over the human, watching her recover, before bending down and holding her face again, gently brushing a thumb over her bottom lip before she forces the fingers into her mouth, forcing Clara to taste herself. She pulls them out after a minute, having enjoyed herself enough for now.
Bonnie stands again, straightening up, and fixing her hair. Maintaining professionalism. Her lipstick is a little smudged, but otherwise, she still looks perfect.
"Now, Clara. You're going back in the pod, I have work to do,"
Clara looks up at her, messy hair falling over her face and sticking to her skin from the sweat, breaths still heavy.
Bonnie tilts her head. "Oh, don't worry. I'll be back." She grins.
"I'm not done with you yet."