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Clara walked into the Tardis to find the Doctor gone. He left her a note saying he’d gone out to buy some fruit, which struck Clara as odd, until she remembered his eyes rolling back into his head as he tasted cool watermelon on a hot day for the first time. She imagined him now with bags and bags full of watermelons, stumbling down the street in the sun. The thought made her smile and she sat down near the console.
“Clara.”
She whipped her head around at the sound of the Doctor’s voice. She couldn’t find the source.
“Clara, over here.”
She ran around to the other side of the console and saw the Doctor’s face on a screen. It had to have been a recording; he was wearing a different shirt and was sitting in his room in Tardis instead of portering as many watermelons as he could carry.
“Clara, do you want to try something?”
A million images flashed through Clara’s mind, none of which she would dare mention to the Doctor. He probably meant some intergalactic sport they’d try to learn. Something fun for the weekend.
“Do you want to….feel good?”
What?
He sounded uncertain at first, but then his eyes began to buzz and his voice grew huskier. Clara had no idea what she was getting herself into, but not a single part of her wanted to say no.
She said yes to the recording. If she wanted to say no, pausing it would have sufficed. She felt weightless on her feet. A moment was approaching her like a car on a dark road. She felt a twinge in her groin, an opening, something entirely foreign to her. She began to pant.
The Doctor’s voice boomed from the screen, the bass shaking the Tardis. He was looking right into the camera.
“Three switches under the dashboard. Flick them all on, then pull the third lever from the left.”
Clara did as he said. As soon as the lever clicked into place, a glow started to emanate from the console. She felt her pelvis turning outward, her nipples hardening, her mouth opening. She instinctively went to unbutton her cardigan, peeling it off quickly, followed by her shirt, skirt, and underwear. She felt a massive wanting in her skin, a hunger that dwarfed any craving she’d had before. She needed pressure and heat and squeezing and wetness. More than anything, she wanted to lose control.
She began to touch herself, feeling sparks of electricity tickling her through the tips of her fingers. The Tardis pulsed with her.
“That’s it,” the Doctor said, and Clara realized he’d recorded himself guiding her. “Do it slowly.”
She turned and faced the screen, rubbing deliberate circles upon herself. The glow from the Tardis continued to flow into her skin, making her blood dance in her veins. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, feeling the muscles in her arm flooding with strength as she fucked herself. She realized she wanted the Doctor there with her. She wanted to feel his warmth and his presence and his love filling her up. The first orgasm shook her then, and she struggled to remain on her feet. When it eventually rolled off her like a wet storm, she regained control and looked at the screen.
“Walk around the console with your eyes closed. When you’ve gotten all the way around, hit the big, rough button with your left hand.”
Clara was confused but the mystery only aroused her further. She made it all the way around and hit the button.
“Open your eyes,” he said. Clara almost laughed when she saw what had been revealed by wrapping reality in a little spiral: it was a wall covered in….tools. For her. She evaluated them all and opted for, as she eventually admitted to herself, what she imagined the Doctor’s cock would probably look like. When she stuck it inside herself she felt her muscles fluttering, spasming, tightening and loosening. The console’s glow continued to unscrew her and she came quickly again.
“Keep going,” the Doctor whispered. “Don’t stop. Do it harder.”
Clara did so, and yelped as the pleasure continued to radiate shockwaves through her frame. A sort of delicious, swampy music was filling her head and she looked at the Doctor’s face, his beautiful face. Clara thought that, perhaps, it was time to tell the Doctor how she felt. What a nice thing he’d done, recording this video for her.
As she neared her third plateau, Clara’s eye was caught by something on the screen, something so brief she wasn’t sure if she had seen it correctly: the Doctor had closed his eyes, leaned back, and inhaled sharply, then let the air hiss out in a tuneless hum. Clara felt ripples of pleasure cascading down her body as she came to realize what she was seeing: the Doctor was touching himself as well, somewhere below the camera.
The thought made Clara soften and then clench. Her arousal dripped down her thigh. She was so close. The Doctor kept looking into the camera, then down below, then back at the camera.
“Oh, Clara,” he said suddenly, his voice wet and needy. “Please….”
Clara didn’t know what he was asking for, or how she could respond. She only knew she was going to come again like a thunderclap in mere seconds. She sped up her thrusting on the not-Doctor’s cock and rubbed herself violently at the same time. The orgasm bowled her over, at the same moment the Doctor was taken by his own. He let out a vibrant moan, murmured her name, and looked down, out of frame, as his warmth spilled into his lap.