Running never stops 2

Purple playful painting

So yeah, ummm.... this isn't my best chapter, but I hope you like it!

Suggestions are welcome!

-Andy

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The Doctor was painting in a room. Yes, he could get the TARDIS to do it but he felt like doing something house-like today so he found some purple paint and got to work. Why he was doing it Clara didn't know, he wouldn't tell her. 

"Doctor, are you really just going to paint all day?" She asked walking into what used to be a completely white room with a tray that had some scones and tea on it. The TARDIS had provided it since it didn't trust Clara in the kitchen after she baked a souffle which 'magically' blew up. The Doctor may have had a hand in its blowing up but he wouldn't fess up.

"I might." He replied turning around. Ohno, he had that twinkle in his eye. "You could join me, you know. Help is always nice." 

She waggled her brows. "I'm sure I'd be of lots of help."

He walked over a took a scone and bit into it. "Thanks." He said although it sounded more like fanks because his mouth was slightly full.

"Welcome Chinny." She put the tray down on what looked like a table, everything was covered in sheets so she couldn'r really tell.

He put this roller down on the floor and looked at Clara. Her brown hair was pulled into a pony-tail and her round face had a smile on it which lit up her whole being.  She was wearing jeans today and a nice, iris blue t-shirt. He could look at her for ages but she was getting that why-are-you-taking-so-long-to-speak look. "Do you want to help?" He asked feeling slightly stupid.

"Nah, I think I'll just watch. I'm too short to reach the ceiling anyways." She smiled before finding a chair looking thing and sitting on it.

The Doctor shrugged and got to work painting the next, and final, wall. Clara leaned back into the chair and watched him. The last two months had been filled with chaos. Running away from monsters yet chasing them, being defeated yet wining against evil, never knowing which corner would have an enemy or ally around it. It was exhilarating. This week was their break  from it and Clara just felt like sitting and watching the Doctor paint. Simple enough. Besides, her eyes weren't always front.

The Doctor wasn't wearing his usual attire. Who would wear a suit while painting, not the Doctor, he'd have to wash his suit after. Instead he was in grey trousers held up by a brown belt and a pinstripe lavender dress shirt which was tucked into his trousers. His hair was messy and he had a tincy bit of stubble which was barely see-able unless the light bounced off it just right. He also wasn't wearing any shoes, which was a surprise for Clara, usually she saw him with shoes and he hardly took them off.

"Tell me, why are you painting this room?" Clara asked after watching him for a few minutes.

"Spoilers my dear Clara."

"You're stubborn."

"I know." He laughed and put down the roller and turned to face her "But you love me anyways." 

"I don't know. I might need some convincing Chinny." She smiled mischievously

"Convincing? What kind?" He responded, playing along. He was getting better.

"I think you know, Doctor." Clara answered from her seat

He walked over and pulled her from the chair firm enough to be playful but gentle enough to not hurt her and held her against himself with a hand at her back and the other under her chin, making her look up while he looked down. She was, after all, the salvage of a life-time. He held them there for a moment and just stared at her face, she was so beautiful, before talking "Maybe I don't."

 "I thought you knew everything, cavekisser." She smiled, her eyes twinkling playfully.

 "I do." With that he pressed his lips to hers gently. He loved kissing her, it was like experiencing everything all over again, like being reborn with new eyes, new ears, new everything and without the burden of the timelords. She was the most wonderful being in time and he had her. She was his to protect, hug, love, and kiss.

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Clara laughed as the Doctor pulled away. "I guess you do Chinboy."

"I always do." He tapped his nose. "Even if I'm a bit slow."