Clara ran her fingers along the buttons, levers and screens on the TARDIS console. She was waiting for the Doctor, who was currently rooting through a box of old hats. He pulled out a Stetson and shoved it on his head. He turned to her with a grin and two thumbs-up. Clara returned his grin, hers somewhat fonder, and shook her head playfully. He was so ridiculous. But it only made her like him more.
He wasn't wearing his tweed blazer, just his shirt and suspenders, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
They hadn't been doing anything. Clara heard the TARDIS wheezing, came outside and the Doctor decided to have a relaxation day. Clara hadn't objected; she was more than eager to relax with the Doctor.
He'd found the hat box and suggested they dig through it(as it was smaller on the outside) and he'd started the activity without her, stating, "Oh Clara, if you're going to be a stick-in-the-mud, you might as well go home." He then spent ten to twenty minutes apologizing(Oh, I really didn't mean it Clara, stop being so literal). But she'd forgiven him, like she always does and he'd resumed his inventory of the hat box and Clara watched him like a stick-in-the-mud.
"What's wrong Clara?"
Clara started, looking up at the Doctor.
"What?" she asked dumbly.
The Doctor took off the ridiculous fedora he'd been wearing and set it on the jump seat, walking towards her. Clara felt her heart flutter against her ribcage.
"Nothing, you just looked very sad, almost...depressed. You're alright then?" he replied.
Clara nodded, mouth frozen shut.
"Brilliant. How do you like the fedora? Bit much, eh?" he added when he saw her face.
He returned it to the hat box and sat next to Clara on the jump seat. They didn't speak, they just enjoyed each other's company.
"Have you got any music?" Clara asked, breaking the serene silence.
"Yes," the Doctor said, flicking a switch on the console. Old, scratchy record music flowed through invisible speakers, the TARDIS' hum a harmony to its melody. "Dance with me?" he asked.
Clara smiled, placing her hand in the Doctor's. He pulled her out of her seat and spun her around before pulling her close. His hand rested on her waist and one of hers in his, the other draped over his shoulder, fiddling with the hair at his nape.
Clara didn't even mind the scratching of the track; she was enjoying the dance and the thrum of the Doctor's hearts. Without thinking it through, she rested her head on his chest and she could've sworn she heard his hearts speed up by a fraction. She smiled to herself.
"This is nice," Clara whispered.
"Yeah," the Doctor replied.
And it was.
Light music danced through the air, stirring their hearts(all three) and soothing their minds. All there was in the world was each other. And surprisingly, that was enough for the Doctor.
