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I Need the Excitement

HEY GUYS! Sorry it's been so long...life just kind of got in the way. Which is ironic since I posted another story, but hey. Anyways, this prompt was sent in, requesting to stay anonymous, and the prompt is, "River Song, bedroom, Clara, Doctor, cockroach, fire, vixen". So...random words, and I get to try to make them work. But these are the most fun! So enjoy!

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The Doctor and Clara had just gotten back from their latest adventure, which involved even more running than usual and had ripped not only Clara's favorite pair of tights, but the Doctor's favorite bow tie. They were laughing about how absurd the whole situation had been, and the Doctor suddenly got very serious...which Clara found unnerving.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Clara asked, stroking his arm, trying to be as soothing and comforting as possible.

"Well...it's just. You do know that being with me isn't safe, especially...romantically. Like I love the fact that we're together and whatnot, and I love you, I really do, but it's not safe. You know? I don't want you to get hurt, but I don't want you to leave either, so I guess what I'm trying to say is-" the Doctor was cut off by Clara's arms around his neck, raking her fingers through his hair.

"That's what I'm counting on," she whispered into his ear, making him shiver, "and I need the excitement."

"I can show you excitement," he replied in a throaty voice. And with that statement, he picked Clara up and threw her over his shoulder. He listened to her giggle as he raced down the halls to his bedroom. He threw open the door, dying for the moment when Clara and him reached the bed; they would finally get to share this moment for the first time. But he stopped in his tracks when he saw what was on his bed. Or rather, who.

"River," he said, surprised.

"Woah there, did you just call me River? I really prefer that if you need her to get you going that you keep it to yourself dear," Clara huffed.

"No, Clara, he was talking about me," River said. The Doctor gently set Clara down and they both stared at the woman who was nearly naked in the Doctor's bed, surrounded by candles and rose petals.

Clara had never really been one to be jealous, but at the moment she wasn't feeling too good about her short stature and relatively flat chest, or at least compared to River Song. The Doctor tried desperately not to make eye contact as he tried to find a blanket or robe or something to cover her up. He was with Clara now, River was dead...

"Well. Hello sweetie. I see you've decided to throw me aside like some cockroach you squashed underneath your boot and trade me out for this...this vixen over here," River said, frowning.

"You died. Four hundred years ago. I moved on, as does everyone," the Doctor said. "And please don't talk about Clara like that, she isn't a vixen."

"Do you know how much time this took? How much effort it was to get the rose petals and light every single one of the candles in this room? Is this what I get for trying?"

Clara started to move forward, but was suddenly aware of all the fire around her. She managed to say, "River, I am going to kindly ask you to leave. This has been fun, but the Doctor and I have some business to attend to, and I appreciate it if you put on some clothes and left, thank you."

It wasn't like Clara to be so formal and stiff. Not to mention unbelievably rude. But she really wanted this woman to leave. She watched in surprise as River did what she said and gathered up her clothes, put them on, and slapped the Doctor before exiting the room and storming down the hall and out of the TARDIS.

"I am so, so sorry. I guess our timelines got mixed up really bad this time and oh god I'm so sorry please don't hate-" he was once again cut off by Clara who wasn't going to let a little thing like River Song ruin their moment. She was kissing his neck, and he seemed to receive the message as he pulled her onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt while keeping his lips on hers.

They were both quickly undressing trying to get closer and closer to each other, and soon there were no more clothes to be taken off. They relished in the moment that was and always would be the moment before their first time. The Doctor climbed on top of her, still running his tongue in her mouth, both of them moaning and gasping for air as he did what only the Doctor could do; give her the rush of her life.

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Okay...so that got a little racy there at the end. Whoops. As always, please vote, review, and send in those prompts. Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes...I did this all in one draft with no revision. Hope you enjoyed!