‘Will you please tuck yourself in?’ Clara covered her eyes.
‘What? Oh!’ He fumbled around but found it difficult as he was still very erect. ‘You don’t do that do you? That whole silly ejaculate in the face thing do you? I find that it’s always much more effective to finish up while actually inside my lover.’
‘I don’t want to hear this!’ Clara turned her back on him. ‘I don’t want to hear what you do in the privacy of your own bedroom. Nor do I care whom you do it with. Or how you do it!’
‘It’s all perfectly natural, Clara. What’s got you all in a tizzy.’ He had to stand to work himself back into his trousers but even then zipping up was proving to be a challenge. ‘Sorry, just having a wardrobe issue. Too… ‘ He made a noise. ‘Tight.’
Clara turned bright red.
He still couldn't get himself zipped up. ‘Clara?’
‘What!’ She was getting testier.
‘We could just.. or I could.. ah.. ‘
‘No! I am not helping you! I don’t want to help you! I have no interest in helping you!’ Clara kept her hand over her eyes. ‘Go to your TARDIS and .. and… take care of your business! In fact just.. .come back next week instead!’
‘But,’ He sounded like a child who’d dropped his ice cream cone on the ground. ‘It’d be better if you helped.’
‘OUT!’ Clara barked at him.
‘Going!’ The Doctor said, knowing he had been told. ‘Although, I’ll be coming soon.’
He ducked the shoe that flew at him as he beat a hasty retreat to the TARDIS.