Making the perfect whoufflé: one shots

Simple kiss [whouffaldi]

A/N: This is inspired by that one time Clara put her hands on The Doctors shoulders and asked him to take her back to where she left Danny and hers date, but instead of her asking for him to time travel, they kiss. Very fluffy and cute and basically just me nerding out because I love them so much omf ok have fun.

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"Doctor..?" Clara mumbled on the other side of the console as he type things in on his high-tech computer that she had never really been able to work it seemed. He poked his head around the console, his eyebrows lifted and mouth turned up into a gentle, rare smile. Clara smiled back at him weakly and walked over to be beside him. "I need to ask you a favor."

The Doctor was interested by that time and turned his full attention to her. "Yes?" Surprisingly for him, she didn't speak and simply placed her hands on his shoulders and slightly stood on her tip-toes. The Doctor let out a nervous breath of air, feeling his chest get tighter at the sight of her being so close to him. Oh, God, he could smell her sweet cinnamon perfume and strawberry conditioner. It was almost too much to bare. He was no longer used to Clara being so touchy with him but he had missed it.

The Doctor watched as she pursed her lips, licking her bottom nervously and glancing down at her toes. Was she nervous? Why should she be nervous? She was one of the most confident people he knew and this wasn't like her to be so mousy. "Clara?" he whispered, worried something may be wrong but kept getting distracted by the little curly hair that was poking out of her elaborate bun and resting on her neck. Most people wouldn't notice something so small, but he noticed it all. "Is something wrong?"

Clara looked up at him once again, a light smile playing on her lipstick-red lips. "No, nothings wrong. Anyway, that favor..." Clara mustered up the courage to tip-toe up to him more, her lips mere inches from his. "Kiss me." She whispered, a grin now forming.

The Doctor felt his hands ball into anxious fists. He wanted to kiss her, really he did, he couldn't find the courage to do so. "Are you... sure?" he muttered. Clara nodded hastily, then feeling foolish being so girlish and giddy about it all. The Doctor breathed in before tilting his head measly inches. His lips met Clara's slowly and tenderly.

Clara pulled away only seconds later, a grin on her lips and her cheeks a light shade of magenta. "Alright then. One more adventure tonight? Just one."

The Doctor felt as if he had done something wrong from Clara pulling away so quickly. "Uh, Clara... Why did you stop me so soon? Did I mess up?" He said nervously, watching Clara walk around the console.

Clara chuckled, moving back beside him and holding his hand gently. "No, no, that's not it. You were absolutely ace, I loved it. I love you." she smiled, pecking him on the lips once more.

The Doctor flushed a light red and smiled. "Well... I love you, too..."