makemeasong | Open post/meme overflow 💫

[Oh. She is discovering that she does not at all mind being held on to. She could very easily get used to it. But first she's distracted by the way that Clara's head falls to bare the elegant arch of that neck, and doesn't waste the chance to taste that skin.

Stilling as Clara speaks, she listens.

She loves this woman, so much that it hurts. Love does that, she knows. Leaning back just enough to look at her, she moves to wrap her arms around the other woman's shoulders, stepping in close to hold her close like she's half certain Clara will disappear from her arms.]

My Clara. This time we're not too late. Neither of us.

[ Clara very nearly lets that go, and it would be easier, she thinks, to ignore the way her mind sets off an alarm and the way her stomach twists. She should sink into kissing the Doctor, someone she's wanted for so long it feels like this has to be a dream.

But she doesn't, because she was always too curious for her own good. ]

What do you mean 'neither of us?'

[ Already she's holding on tighter, as if the answer will unmoor her. ]

[Her arms tighten around the other woman again. The answer might unmoor Clara, might unmoor the Doctor along with her, and they'll both be set adrift.]

I wouldn't have ever let you go if I'd had a choice.

[It's a vague statement, still worried about handing Clara too much of her own future, even with the full intention to steal her straight away from this moment.]

[ They could still be talking about anything, and while she has the chance, while she can convince herself it's enough for now, her lips find a soft place to land. Pressing a kiss just behind an earlobe, Clara makes the decision not to ask any more questions for now.

It's like the Doctor said: there's time now. Finally, she whispers a true response across her skin. ]

I know. I promise I know that.

[ Another kiss is pressed to her skin, then another, until Clara finds her mouth again, yielding almost immediately and parting her lips in invitation. ]

[Each touch draws her out of the thoughts of how those things ended slowly, piece by piece. And when Clara speaks, something in her eases.]

All right.

[It's the truth. Losing Clara, even the thought of it had nearly undone her. Even losing the knowledge of her had been devastating, even before she'd got those memories back. If Clara had wanted to go, she wouldn't have stopped her, but other than that...

Well, in the end, wanting it hadn't been enough.

It's easier to lose herself in those lips, in letting her tongue brush along Clara's lower lip before taking that invitation, slipping past parted lips , tasting her for the first time.]

[ A soft whimper escapes from her mouth into the Doctor's, and her mind tries to wrap itself around the fact that the woman kissing her is someone she never thought she'd have.

Content to kiss for as long as her own lungs can stand it, Clara finally pulls back when her cheeks are flushed and she's breathing raggedly. ]

Much as I love standing, and I do, you got rid of all your chairs. See, I could be straddling your lap right now, but no.

[That is an entirely delicious sound, and the Doctor wonders if she can collect more soft sounds from those soft, sweet lips. The Time Lord loses all track of time until that kiss breaks.]

Criticising again. [Though Clara has an excellent point with this one, and she glances off towards the corridor.]

There are other options, if you'd like. Chairs, beanbags, sofas, beds, a trampoline, half a merry-go-round.

[ The more the list goes on, the more amusement dances in Clara's eyes and she can't hold back her laugh, burying her face in the Doctor's neck as it vibrates through her. ]

Half? What are you doing with half a merry-go-round? I mean, I'm partial to a bed, but I'm too curious about the carousel.

[ Her words are muffled, because she's decided to press her lips to the other woman's skin, right where her double-heartbeat pulses. ]

[The Doctor doesn't remember the last time she felt so light, like gravity has forgotten she exists for the moment. Her hearts are racing, fluttering even, at the sound of that laughter.

She breathes a laugh of her own, turning to brush her cheek against that dark hair.]

Well, it's not like I needed a whole one.

[Not that she needs the half of one either.] Bed's not far though, if you'd like.

[ The humor falls out of Clara's eyes but it's replaced by something else that makes them shine. Stepping back, she reaches out her hand so the Doctor can lead. She's looking at the Doctor with want that's already making her flush. ]

Oh yes, I would very much like. But please remember to show me the merry-go-round later.

[ Grinning, she bites at her bottom lip and tugs the other woman's hand gently, perhaps a bit eager. ]

Also, I told you this was a snog box, for the record.

[A rush of a shiver rushes across her skin, something like anticipation that makes something twist, warm and pleasant, inside her.

She takes that offered hand, glancing over to offer a grin of her own before leading the other woman out of the console room, down the hallway and past several closed doors before stopping in front of one on the left. The door opens to reveal a small bedroom-- maybe surprisingly quaint looking. Soft, faded colors, a patchwork quilt draped over a simple wood-framed bed.]

Yes, yes. You told me so.

[Once they're both inside the new room, the door slips shut behind them, and the Doctor turns to back Clara up against it, leaning close to steal another kiss, jus tto prove the point. Snog box. May as well make sure it lives up to the term.]

[ Clara only has a moment to take in her surroundings before she's laughing softly against the Doctor's mouth before sinking into her kiss. Letting the door support her weight, her hands push through hair that reminds her of a field of yellow flowers. And it's soft, so much softer than she imagined.

As they kiss, she takes her turn to taste and hums in approval before her hands slide down to the Doctor's hips. As she tugs them closer together, she wonders if the Doctor can hear her heart pounding against her ribs, wonders if her hearts are beating to match. ]

I knew you'd be a good kisser.

[ Said in between kisses, and she pauses to kiss all the way down her neck, then back to her mouth. ]

[The way Clara responds, that laughter, those hands, the sheer joy and willingness in her is intoxicating. It matches that giddiness that she's feeling in her own chest, that somehow this is real and true and happening.

Letting herself be pulled closer, she is all too happy to close the space between their bodies, her hands roaming in slow and dedicated exploration over all those soft curves, tracing through the material of her clothes.]

Think so? More than a little rusty, but you are a very compelling reason to be at my best.

[A pleased sigh as that mouth goes wandering and she reluctantly steps back. They have a bed that is the goal here, even if she's the one whos tarted this particular detour.]

[ Deprived of what she was kissing, Clara makes a quiet sound in the back of her throat. ]

For someone who used to make faces about it, I possibly should've doubted. But I know you, and when it comes to some things, you undersell yourself. Sometimes I have to wonder if it's on purpose. Always leave them guessing?

[ At the side of the bed, Clara's fingers lightly trail across the length of one of the suspender straps. ]

It's been a while since I've been minus clothing with anyone.

[ There's a deep blush to her cheeks at that, clearing her throat. And it's been even longer since she's been with a woman, so there are definitely nerves. But this is her Doctor, and she knows it'll be fine. ]

Oh no, none of that. I'm a jack of all trades, master of several dozen... maybe more.

[It's teasing, letting the observation slide right off her because Clara -- as she so very often is -- has seen straight through to the heart of her.]

It's been a while for me too.

[She concedes. But that blush on Clara's cheeks is incredibly fetching.] And it wasn't this body, so... may be a bit of learning on the job here.

[But she's always been a quick study, so isn't all that worried. So that is why there's no hesitation as she reaches out to catch the hem of the other woman's shirt, urging it upwards.]

[ It seems they've finally found what makes Clara give up her need for control. A trait that was only born from losing enough in life that she felt as though she needed to always have a tight grip. The Doctor has completely unmoored her, and so her arms obediently rise, leaving her in a navy-colored bra.]

You have so many more layers than I do, this is unfair.

[ Clara laughs, though, almost giddy with it as she pushes the Doctor's braces off of her shoulders. ]

Pause for boots?

[ A decidedly unsexy next sentence, but she has no plans to keep hers on. ]

Yes, well, didn't dress for the weather, one of us.

[Clearly whichever one of them did not anticipate a new and beautifully nervous encounter of shaky, tentative fingers finding buttons and hemlines, zippers and braces and...

Right yes.]

Pause for boots.

[She agrees, because those will be an impediment quite soon, won't they? She'll see about stepping back to toe hers off.]

[ For her part, Clara's been grinning so much she thinks her cheeks might be numb. She's shaky with nerves, yes, but also the giddiest excitement she's ever felt. Like ten Christmases and birthdays all perfect and all in a row.

Multi-tasking has always been a strong suit, and so, while she toes off her own boots, her hands reach to unzip the side of her skirt, letting it drop down her hips. ]

Is this your room, or a random room, by the way?

[ As she asks, she pushes her boots aside so that neither of them rolls out of bed and promptly trips over them later. But she doesn't know if the answer even really matters to her as she eagerly reaches for the Doctor again, trying to get the rest of her unclothed. ]

[There's something to that question, especially for the Doctor in this incarnation who can still keep such unclimbable walls around herself despite her usually cheerful mannerisms.]

Mine.

[And not a place she'd ever asked anyone, as if the symbolism of allowing anyone in here is not lost on her. If anyone should be here, it's Clara.

The Doctor steps in closer as that skirt falls, fingers finding her hip, trailing slowly up the newly bared skin of her side, reveling in the warmth and soft skin beneath her fingers. She really probably ought to see to her own clothes as well, and seems to remember that a moment later, hands shifting back to unfasten her trousers, letting them slip to the floor so she can step out of them.]

You had a point about the layers. [She's realizing now of herself, but they'll manage.]

[ Already, her breath catches just at that little touch, and for a second her eyes flutter shut. But then the Doctor's words make her laugh loudly, and she grabs at her again as soon as the trousers drop. ]

Oh, c'mere, you.

[ It's been much too long since they've kissed already, and so she does so eagerly. Eventually, her fingers find the hem of the Doctor's shirt and she lifts up. Only then does she break the kiss before stepping back and laying herself out on the Doctor's bed.

The momentousness of this, of being allowed in such a personal space, means more to Clara than she knows how to say; it makes her hopeful that soon, she can show the other woman what it means to her. But for now, she's cheeky. ]

This is quite the comfortable mattress for someone who boasts about how little sleep they need.

Edited 2023-02-08 04:07 (UTC)

Open post/meme overflow 💫

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject