In her mind, The Doctor’s hands traveled back up to cup her breasts. He might dip his head to nibble at her neck, finding sensitive places he shouldn't have any right to know about. Her nipples were taut and straining as she slid one hand beneath her jumper to caress herself. She imagined The Doctor pulling her over to the sofa and draping his lithe body over hers. His knee would settle between her legs, where she now desperately needed friction…
Like a bucket of cold water, the whooshing noise of the TARDIS brought her out of her reverie. She snapped to attention, quickly refastening the top button of her jeans.
The door swung open and object of her guilty fantasy popped halfway out. “Thought you might need these.” He brandished her students’ paperwork at her.
She gaped wordlessly at him before accepting the booklets and depositing them on a nearby table. She found she couldn't meet his eyes. Her whole face was probably cherry red.
He took in her distracted state. “Did I come at a bad time? I did just leave, right? I mean, it hasn't been a year or something. I don’t want you to have to fail your students on account of my taking too long to bring back their homework.”
Clara laughed and then covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. She uncovered her mouth and smiled at him. “No, you were just here. It’s only been a few minutes. Thank you, for thinking of these, Doctor.”
He returned her smile and this time it even reached his eyes. “Well, never let it be said I don’t look after the children.”
“Not by me, it won’t be.”
They lapsed into silence again, but this time it felt oddly comfortable. Clara was reminded that, under whatever else she was feeling for him, The Doctor was also her dearest friend. Somehow that also made her heart ache just a little bit more.
They bid one another a good night and the TARDIS disappeared once again.