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sacredgayometry · 11 years ago

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Are you still taking prompts? If so, can you write one where the Doctor finds the two Claras that have to share a bed (from Clara and the TARDIS) and smut ensues. Pretty please *bats eyelashes*

OkaY haha I had fun writing this but it took forever. Finding the perfect balance of smut and good writing is my quest. Do let me know if I’ve undertaken it well.

The Doctor had been spending the past two hours trying to sort out all the Claras he’d found at her request. In the middle of the night, he’d woken to her yelling his name in a panic.

“Psst!” He turned towards the noise and found her, another version of her, hiding under the stairs. He quickly moved to join her.

“What’s going on? Have you decided to clone yourself for some reason?” He whispered, sitting down next to her.

“No! Your bloody ship has hidden my bedroom and somehow I keep ending up here looking for it!” She hissed, lightly punching him.

The Doctor looked above him for a moment. “Yes, that could be a problem. She does seem to have some trouble with you, seeing as you’re all… timey-wimey.”

She punched him again, and he grimaced. “Just fix it! I’m tired and I don’t want to have to deal with all of them, too!”

He sighed. “Fine, I’ll just have to reroute the circuits and move your bedroom closer myself, if not recreate it entirely. That should solve the problem if this you finds it first.”

She nodded. “What about the other me’s? Do they just… go away?”

He hesitated for a moment. “Should do,” he offered weakly. “They might stick around for a bit, but eventually the timeline should straighten itself out. Worse-case scenario, you end up one of the others instead. She’s still you!”

Clara still looked worried.

The Doctor leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “You’ll be absolutely fine, I promise. The old girl would never hurt you, she’s just teasing you a bit. Probably trying to form a bond, actually!”

She glared at him. “She’s definitely trying to sabotage me. I can feel it.”

The Doctor certainly hoped she wasn’t. He felt a bit uneasy about the whole situation, too, he had to admit. But he couldn’t possibly choose between them, and he’d just have to help them deal with their issues like a good boyfriend. Friend. Associate. Whatever he was.

He had Clara’s bedroom planned out just fine when he’d sent her off to it, and was now searching for the remaining Claras in hopes that he could more easily straighten the timeline. Hopefully keeping them closer together would sort things out. He didn’t actually really know what he was doing. He hoped Clara didn’t know that bit.

He recalled the instructions he’d given her as he sent her off nervously. Something felt wrong about them.

“Go straight down that way, then the third door on your left, and the second door on your right from there.”

“Couldn’t you have just put it as the first room I can get to?”

“No!” He’d scoffed. “That’s records-keeping! I’d never get by without records-keeping! And it would probably just make the old girl more confused.”

“Oh, yeah, confused,” she’d muttered as she walked off to bed. “That’s what she is.”

Now as he roamed the halls he smacked his forehead. “Third door on the right!” He muttered to himself. “Not the left! The third door on the left and then the second on the right is table tennis! You can’t sleep on a table!” He broke into a jog, heading for Clara’s real room. If another Clara had found it, he’d have to usher them out quickly before she came upon it - the quicker to get rid of the extras and therefore Clara’s oncoming strife.

But as he approached the room, he heard soft giggling - Clara’s giggling. He frowned as he wondered how he’d determine which one she was - would she just be honest about it, or would she have to be difficult, like she often was?

He rounded the corner into the doorway, and stopped in his tracks.

“Well,” he muttered. “This certainly isn’t right.”

Two perfectly identical Claras were lying on their sides in the same bed, facing each other, and giggling hysterically for some reason. But at hearing his words, they sat up in at the same time and faced him. “Doctor!” The called in unison.

His eyes were wide. “Which of you was here first?” He pointed at between the two of them quickly.

They looked at each other and shrugged, expressions forming into the same puzzled look.

“I dunno,” responded one, looking the other over. “I sort of remember this… I was a bit tired.”

“We’re all a bit tired,” the other offered with a giggle.

“Which is it?” He demanded, mind becoming less and less at ease with the current paradox. Was it a paradox if it was bound to resolve itself? Should he even stop them?

“I think it’s her,” the one on the left provided, pointing to her double.

The one identified as first smiled sweetly.

He shook his head in his confusion. “It doesn’t matter! Both of you, out!”

“But I’m tired,” they whined in unison.

“And it took me ages to find this room,” the first Clara said.

“I’d been up for nearly days when I found it. Wouldn’t have settled for sharing otherwise. It’s nice getting a good night’s sleep for once, though. I’m good company.” the other prattled.

The Doctor paused, mouth ajar, as he looked back and forth between them. He couldn’t bear to make them leave, not now - they were both valid consciousnesses, and he’d be depriving them of sleep even further than had already been done. Plus, if one of them really was the original Clara, he’d only be delaying her sleep further - and perpetuating the paradox. If he left it like this, it would resolve itself - one would disappear, giving her only a few nights’ discomfort. Leaving it like this seemed preferable. But he didn’t want to leave the room, still wary of what could happen.

“Fine, you can both stay!” He quipped angrily.

“Good,” they responded.

No one moved.

“And you’re still here,” one said, eyebrow raising suspiciously as she crawled to sit on the edge of the bed. The other one moved to join her.

“What?” He straightened, eyes widening. “No, I’m not. I mean, I am, but - but not like, that, not like you’re thinking -”

“Doctor,” one said as she rose from the bed, hiding behind her hair bashfully. “Know what I realised?”

He stared at her.

“If we’re just the extras, we’ll fade away. We won’t remember any of this because none of it happened, not really. You could do anything you wanted to me,” she rattled off quickly as she approached him cautiously. “What would you do if you knew I wouldn’t remember?”

“What if you’re not just an extra?” He said, looking down at her as she came very close to him, realising they were leaning towards each other when their noses almost touched.

“What if I’m not?” She agreed. “Would you take that chance? If there was a fifty-fifty chance I wouldn’t remember it, would you go for that? Would you take that bargain?”

Every part of him screamed at their proximity, at the risk, save for a small part that reminded him that this was exactly what he needed - a way to let out the feelings he had for her, no matter how pent-up, and still have the tiny fear, or more likely hope, that she would remember it and feel it too. It was a risk - a scary one, but it was one he craved like nothing before.

“Clara,” he murmured, hand coming up to cup her face. “My Clara. What would I do?”

He leaned down hesitantly, and pressed his lips against hers.

His whole brain screamed, WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

But the rest of him… was rather okay with it. His hearts especially, strangely enough.

Clara broke, and grinned up at him. “That’s more like it.” She promptly turned him around and pushed him onto the bed. He let himself fall.

The other Clara appeared behind him, and pulled his head into her lap, smiling down at him. She leaned down and kissed him upside-down, more daring, somehow, than the first, as she pressed her tongue against his almost immediately. He barely felt it as she untied his bowtie and what buttons she could reach, and he shuddered as she ran her hands along his chest.

He gasped and she broke from him as he felt small hands running up the length of his legs - he hadn’t even noticed her removing his trousers, or shoes, as it turned out she’d gotten rid of the lot. The second Clara chuckled and let his head bounce back onto the mattress.

The first one climbed up onto the bed and seemed to briefly consider straddling him - he noticed she’d removed all but her bra and knickers and wondered somewhat as to why his immediate reaction was licking his lips. She noticed, and grinned, moving up to sit on his chest instead. She cupped his face, watching him with a dark smirk.

He surprised her by grabbing her by the thighs and pulling her towards his face, giving her a similar simper from beneath her as he pressed against her through the fabric with his thumb, eliciting a gasp. He smiled confidently and pushed aside the material, flicking out his tongue quickly and receiving a moan.

He tried to remind himself that he had no idea what was going on; his head was spinning and this all was likely the product of the adrenaline pumping through him. He tried to; his efforts fell through halfway to forming conscious thought. The noises she was making ruled out all other thinking, as if she was some sort of sacred entity and it was irreverent and disrespectful.

With one hand reached around her thigh to hold her firmly atop him, he reached up with the other to press a finger into her abruptly, to which she grunted and her hands fell back against his shoulders for support. He clenched his arm around her, pulling her closer until he could kiss softly against her other lips, moaning against her when she writhed over him and dug her fingernails into his skin

He gasped aloud, though, when he felt a hand around his member, and squeezed Clara’s leg when a mouth wrapped around the head. The other Clara. He’d fully forgotten she was in the room at all.

His head spun; his only thought was to hear her moan again, and somehow it felt like a reward for what she was also doing on other parts of his body. They were both her; it seemed almost logical. Sort of. Not really. He didn’t really care.

His tongue penetrated her slowly and she ground her hips onto his face. As he licked at her, thrusting in and out, his breathing went from erratic to almost stopped when the other her began to move her head up and down.

Knowing he was close, he regrettably moved Clara off his face, ceasing her noises of pleasure, and the other one stopped as well. With surprising agility, she jumped over him and they’d switched places. Before he knew it, Clara was straddling him, having removed her remaining clothing and slowly slid herself onto him. He gripped the sheets tightly. When she moved again, they both released the breath they’d been holding, and he squinted his eyes shut.

Clara suddenly called out, and he opened them to see one naked Clara behind the other; the first riding him slowly as the other pleasured the first’s clitoris. He groaned when he saw the second drop her lips onto the first’s neck, knowing from her blush that she was doing the same to herself.

He was close again, and he reached up to grab the small of her back as he flipped their positions, slamming into her now and relishing the sounds of her crying out with each thrust over the pounding in his ears. Then both cried out at once and he looked up, straight into Clara’s eyes, and then down to her straddling the other her’s face. Clara grabbed his face and kissed him, moaning into his mouth and he came hard as he pressed his forehead against hers. He cried out and let his head fall to her shoulder, pushing against her erratically through his ecstasy, and groaned as she shuddered around him in her own climax.

A moment later, the two collapsed, the Doctor rolling over off of her onto the mattress. For a moment, there was only the sound of them panting.

Then a voice quipped quietly from between them, “Well, that was fun.”

The Doctor opened his eyes to see the second Clara sitting cross legged between them - evidently she’d not finished herself. Quickly, and despite his fatigue, he sat up and pushed her over, pressing his mouth to hers hard. He reached between her legs and dipped a finger into her, adding a second when she gasped into his mouth. She bit his lip as he thrusted in and out of her, and he added a third digit. She cried out, breaking the kiss, and he looked down to see the first Clara sucking and kissing at her center as the second arched her back and tangled her fingers in the Doctor’s hair. She screamed - literally, screamed; he would have assumed she was in danger if he didn’t know otherwise - when she came, bucking up against his fingers a few times before dropping back down onto the mattress.

They all three laid together there panting with eyes closed for a few moments, until the Doctor started laughing and she joined in. He opened his eyes and found only one Clara on the bed with him, and glanced around to find the other one gone.

“Where did…?”

Clara frowned, shrugging. “Guess she popped off. Timelines and all that.” She rose up on one elbow to face him. “‘Spose I’ll be doing the same soon.”

“Or maybe not,” he murmured, surprised to find such a quick, hopeful answer from his own voice.

She smiled. “Do you really feel that way?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered, looking down and away from her.

He looked up when he felt a hand on his face. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s all okay. You can tell me when you’re ready to. Like this, if you want. Obviously, I’m pretty okay with this.”

“Okay,” he responded, and reached up to hold her hand there.

She only smiled in return.

“So which one are you?” He asked to break the silence.

She laughed. “Do you really want me to go into the details it would take to answer that? Do you really even know which was which?”

He chuckled. “Not really, no. I guess it doesn’t matter.” He reached out and pulled her against him, burying his face in her hair and planting a kiss there. “My Clara. The only Clara in the universe. Thank you.”

They stayed like that for a long while and soon enough she nodded off in his arms.

He found himself glad that she was still there when he woke up.

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