Clara - parody

Our timing... One of these times, maybe we'll get it right. ((Parody. Descriptive writers over 18 only.))

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox trust enough to allow this gentleness. Yes. He can have this. He can always have this.

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox Raising a saucy eyebrow at him, she says primly, “My good Doctor. I’ve been learning Welsh. For fun.” But she takes in his relaxed form, and softens instantly. She’ll never tire of touching him. Like a dog or cat that’s been feral so long, and has finally found someone he can -

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox I am very much up to learning.” There we are a light offer that he can take or leave. Stroking his spine and running the fingers of her other hand through his hair, she revels in this closeness.

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox “I do,” she agrees with a wide smile and a sage nod. Having a deep love for languages, she’d love to learn it. But like she said, she’s not sure if he needs that language to say things he can’t otherwise say. Well. “I should say, however, that if you ever feel like teaching me, -

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox learning Gallifreyan. But…I want you to have at least one language you can confide in.” At a thought, she smiles, “Careful. I might use my imagination and come up with fantastical things that you might’ve said.”

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox Not a spell. Power. Oh…he told her, in his own language. Said everything he couldn’t say. Touched, she bows her head and kisses his hair, closing her eyes. “A promise, a declaration, and a confession,” she whispers. She wishes she knew the translation. “Perhaps I should start -

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox “Magic?” The gooseflesh rises again. Blinking at him, she nods. He…was it a spell? “What were the words you spoke? What did they mean?” Her heart is thrumming. She feels the curious sensation that feels like anticipation, just before euphoria.

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox her skin. “I could feel it, yes. I just…wasn’t sure if it was just in my head. Was that something? It felt like…well, it felt like something in the universe slid into place, but I thought that was just, again, in my head.”

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox “God, yes. Yes. Sorry, I don’t know why. It’s just, lovely.” She’ll go with lovely. Because it is. Among other things. Chuckling as he rearranges himself, she doesn’t mind. Being comfy is important. When he calls attention to the finer details, she shivers, gooseflesh rising on -

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox want to get my attention again in that way, that’s a sure bet.” Anything about him is a sure bet. Kissing his hair, he touches as much of his lanky frame as she can reach.

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox “Mm, really,” she purrs, voice wrecked with how it was used, minutes ago. A satisfied smile lifts her mouth as he nuzzles her. “Like an exceptionally large house cat. I rather love it. And I will say that the Gallifreyan was, beautiful. And, quite hot, actually. If you ever -

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox the painful pleasure. I want to hurt. Feel you for days.” Blushing at a thought, she doesn’t want to scare the poor thing. Gently leaning up, she kisses his hair, keeping her arms around him. As she rests back against the bed, she strokes his spine, feeling quite marvelous.

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox “Mm, and I rather love what that feels like. I could even take more of that sheer power, if you’re ever so inclined,” she murmurs. If he ever does lose control, she can take it. If he should lose himself entirely, and forget himself, she would welcome whatever comes. “I like -

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox beautiful hair, she keeps her hold on him secure. There will be no moving. At all. She needs him right where he is. Especially since he’s still inside her. That’s lovely. As long as he’s comfortable, that’s all she cares about. “My gathering storm,” she smiles, unable to help it.

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox Her name. She grins, holding him tighter. Turning her head, she places tender kisses about his face, nothing but soft. “I hear you. I know you love me, too,” she whispers. She wants him to know that she understands. Some words are just hard. Running her fingers through his -

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox love you. Doctor. My Doctor,” she pants, tightening her hold. She won’t let him go. She’ll never let him go.

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox tiny frame would allow. With his mouth at her neck, she tilts her head to the side, giving him better access to anything he wants. The hand between them comes to the back of his head, her other arm around his shoulders to hold him as close as possible. No space between them. “I -

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox falls for him.

[Clara - parody @ImpossibleFemme]

@RockingTheBox shattering. She cries out in earnest, going rigid, tightening around him and pulling him ever deeper inside her. She clings, tears of pleasure sliding down the soft edges of her face. Her own orgasm is so powerful, she’s shaking, and she holds onto him for dear life as she -