Of course, being killed had been a huge inconvenience. " "I didn't say anything," Osgood replied, less than honestly. "You..." Clara looked Osgood over, as if for the first time. She gave voice to a trembling moan; maybe to silence it, she sought Clara's mouth.
She'd had a lot of things to do and she was sure there were several people who had been relying on her for work that would never be completed now. She had also been expecting some packages, and there'd been a number of coupons she hadn't used, and she was pretty sure she'd left a tab or two on her computer open to some Johnlock fic she would not like anyone else to see. Their lips pulled together, tongues meeting as eagerly as their hands swept over each other's naked bodies. Clara's hands moved with the skill of experience; Osgood's with the urgency of experimentation.
Still, to get next to—but she had found Amy Pond and Rory Williams, who'd quite liked exchanging stories with her about the Doctor and acting them out a bit. Clara was Osgood's untouched body with her busy hands, playing over her unclaimed contours like a swarm of hungry predators cannibalizing the tender scientist. The electric contact of their mouths broke, lingering, sparking on Clara's lips as she realized she was the one who had pulled away, put an intervening distance between them.
There was also a boy named Adric who claimed to know the Doctor very well, but Osgood didn't like talking to him as much. She tried not to look into Clara's smoldering eyes. I think you've got the best of me." Osgood tried to parse this, but Clara recaptured her mouth with almost savage vigor, her upper leg moving between Osgood's pale thighs, spreading them until the two women were intertwined, mingled, their loins together, their bodies nestling close. She pushed Osgood down onto her back and then swung around to straddle Osgood's face, her own lovely visage falling into place over Osgood's loins.
Then a shudder went through Clara's body and for all her smarts, it took quite a while for Osgood to realize that her touching was the cause.
They were the first group to win the competition, and following their victory, they signed with Simon Cowell's record label Syco Music and released a cover of Damien Rice's "Cannonball" as their winner's single.
There was also an inordinately high number of people, it seemed, who had been saved by the Doctor, or not saved, and it was a fun project to play Twenty Questions with strangers, see if she could find if they had met the Doctor and, if so, which Doctor it had been. "I've never had sex with a woman before," she said, not sure if it was excuse, defense, confession, pardon. "You've just gotta go slow," Clara explained, reaching around to the full, round ampleness of Osgood's quivering buttocks. "But steady." Osgood's cunt sparked against Clara's. Osgood could see Clara's moist cunt hovering right above her, like a cloud threatening rain on a hot summer day.
She'd only been at it for a few months, but she'd gotten a few cases where she had multiple viewpoints of the same incident—usually Daleks, a lot of people seemed to die when Daleks were involved—and it was very exciting trying to all the different eyewitness accounts together. Osgood didn't know whose was so amply lubricated, but there was a strange friction in the two slick sexes' meeting. Because if she didn't come, she knew for certain that she'd go mad. She couldn't do anything to make it rain in the real world, but perhaps in heaven...
This made Little Mix the first girl group since the Pussycat Dolls to reach the US top 5 with their debut album, as well as earning the highest debut US chart position by a British girl group, breaking the record previously held by the Spice Girls.
In the UK, the album spawned the number-one single "Wings".
The Nethersphere wasn't heaven, but it did have hot showers. The stifling heat made it a little hard to breathe. Honestly, at least I went out with one of the big'uns. True to her word, her pleasure flowed right out of her, wetly covering Osgood's mouth—some even going up her nose.