Making the perfect whoufflé: one shots

Smoke [whouffaldi]

The Doctor starts smoking and Clara becomes angry with him because he refuses to stop, resulting in very flustered Clara and Doctor.

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Clara wasn't exactly sure when it had begun. It seemed like such a sudden, out of character thing for The Doctor to do. It worried her slightly, why he had started. But it mostly made her angry. Why did he think that it was okay?

They had been sitting in the console room after a particularly stressful adventure when Clara looked over to see The Doctor pulling a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one with his blue lighter. He acted as if it was the most normal thing he had ever done, sucking in the smoke from his cigarette then blowing it out slowly. Clara's eyes went wide as the smoke drifted into her face, a cough escaping her lips.

"Doctor!" Clara exclaimed, standing up to sit on the arm of his old brown chair.

He looked up her with a confused expression. "What?" She snatched the cigarette from his hand before running the hot tip over the metal floor and snapping it in half, letting the tobacco and paper fall into his lap. "What the hell was that for?" He asked angrily.

Clara glared at him, "Since when did you start smoking?"

"Why do you care? It's just a cigarette." He rolled his eyes, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.
Clara bit her lip and continued to shoot him dirty looks. "You can't stop me from putting this cigarette between my lips and smoking it." The Doctor laughed before starting to put it to his lips. Before he could, Clara hastily kissed him, resulting in the cigarette to be dropped from between his fingers and onto the floor. Clara pulled away quickly after, blushing furiously. "Cl-Clara!" he shouted confusedly.

"Sorry! I just didn't know what else to do to get you to stop." Clara said nervously before looking at the floor and stomping on the still lit cigarette. When she looked back up, The Doctor took her face in his hands and kissed her for all her worth. Somehow, Clara ended up sitting on his lap, his arms around her waist. She pulled away slowly before muttering, "Please don't smoke, Doctor. I love you and I don't want you to get hurt."

The Doctor surprisingly smiled up at her before pecking her on the lips. "I won't, I promise. I love you, too."