dare me
11/Clara
word count: 179
because I needed to.
Clara mewled and moaned, fingers yanking on tangled brown locks, her face flushed. When she dug her heels into his backside in an attempt to speed him along, he pulled back slightly, enough so that she growled in frustration. Literally growled, like an untamed animal.
Large brown eyes flew open, locking on his; in them a mixture of anger, frustration, and the smallest traces of exasperated amusement. “For the love of everything, Doctor, just –,“ she gasped, rolling her hips in such a way that he nearly lost hold of his tedious control and really let her have it. “Please.”
Slowing down so much now that Clara threw her head back with an anguished, needy sob, the Doctor leaned low over their joined bodies. His tongue traced over her upper lip and the miniscule beads of sweat gathered there. Voice breathy and dangerous, he threw her earlier words back at her.
“Dare me.”