Continues from Poolside Dreams Part 1...
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"Good idea. It's hot." Clara found her room and slipped into a bikini. She emerged and grabbed the Doctor's hand, pulling him toward the pool. She loved the swimming pool- warm, fun...
And it was a good excuse to see the Doctor shirtless.
She tried to push the thought out of her head, but since the Doctor was right next to her, it was hard not to think that. She mentally slapped herself as they entered the pool room.
The Doctor ran to the edge of the pool and dove in head first, but Clara liked getting used to the cool water, so she waded in by way of the ramp.
"Come in Clara, it's lovely!"
"Hold on, I'm getting used to it!"
He hauled himself out of the pool, sopping wet, and went over to Clara. "Come on!"
She edged herself into the water a little more. "Patience!" she said tauntingly.
The Doctor wrapped his arms around Clara's waist. "I'll help you," he whispered in her ear. And he lifted her up and, walking to the deep end, took a deep breath. "One, two, three!" And he plunged into the water, pulling Clara down with him.
After five extremely painful seconds, Clara surfaced, spluttering, her hair plastered to her head and the side of her face. "What the hell Doctor?!" she yelled once she'd caught her breath.
He let out a laugh before quickly stopping, realizing that Clara was so not amused (ha get it? Tooth and Claw? No? Rose and Queen Victoria? No?? Sorry).
"Haha- sorry."
Clara glared at him sourly. "Oh one day Chin Boy, you are going to get it..."
He smiled sheepishly. "OK."
"Yep." She erased her anger and placed a smile back on her gorgeous face. "So since I'm used to this cold water-" here she gave the Doctor a withering look- "we will play a game in which no matter what happens, I win."
"Um what?"
"Yeah! It'll be good- you lower your sky-high ego, I get more self esteem!"
"Oh shut up. You've got too much self esteem."
"I'm the one who gives the orders, chin."
He nudged her into the side of the pool. "My Tardis, my rules, Clara Oswald."
"Oh so I'm not worthy of companionship anymore? I'm replaceable now, aren't I?"
She meant it as a joke, he knew, but those words pierced his hearts. "Never. You are always my impossible girl, Clara. You are irreplaceable."
"I was just joking, no need to take it personally," she muttered, clinging to the edge of the pool.
He sat on the edge, feet dangling in the water, and Clara joined him.
Clara was exhausted and tempted to fall asleep on the Doctor's lap, but it would show that she liked him.
Maybe it was the Bowtie, or the fez, or just the crazy things he did and the way he made her laugh. But she loved him.
And she was too tired to consider the aftermath, so she lay down, curled up, her head on the Doctor's lap, as she slowly fell asleep.
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