Without further warning, he gripped her waist with both hands and hoisted her onto the console. She gave a little yelp of surprise that he chased from her lips. She scooted back slightly, careful of the various knobs and buttons, opening her legs for him to step between them. Once more body to body, and this time in a far more intimate position, Clara felt an electricity running up her spine (that she was fairly certain was not due to a loose wire on the circuit board beneath her). She wrapped both legs around his slim hips, grinding her center into his. And she could feel him, hot and hard, pressed against her core. Pressure exactly where she needed it most.
She whimpered, shunting her hips shamelessly against him, greedy for more. And he seemed happy to oblige, for once. Thrusting blindly against one another, their kisses turned messy and biting. Pure desire driving her forward, her body worked almost of its own accord, seeking out that pleasure, climbing that peak. The Doctor was gripping her hips now, hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. And it only served to heighten the sensation. She was so close, so close…
She broke with a cry, the kiss ending abruptly as she shuddered against him. He stilled, moving his hands from her hips to wrap his arms loosely around her. Panting and flushed, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and shoulder. She clung to him in silence, feeling boneless and entirely overwhelmed.
Well, that had been… unexpected.