Clara Oswald had thought she was dead. Somehow, the Doctor had saved her again. He had extracted her right before she was killed and they had fled for the stars, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Her heartbeat, she had realized, had come back. The Doctor had indeed saved her again, and she was happier than ever to be by his side, fighting the good fight. All she needed was him and his box, and vice versa.
Currently, Clara was in the TARDIS with him, which they had found still on Trap Street.
The Doctor spun on the spot, grinning to himself. He fiddled with the cuffs on his velvet jacket and beamed at her, one of those big, cheesy smiles on his face as he turned to her, catching his new Sonic in his hand as he shook it at her, "What do you think? An improvement, right?"
Clara grinned back at him. He was so radiant, so full of life. "The coat? Definitely. The screwdriver's a bit different, but I'll get used to it." Clara said, throwing a smirk in his direction. "Just like I got used to you."
The Doctor laughed and shrugged his shoulders, pulling a funny face at his tiny companion, "I'm not easy to get used to," he commented, pointing at her as he spun on his heel and threw his screwdriver in the air, catching it in his hand as he flipped a few switches on the TARDIS console, much like his Eleventh face used to do.
Clara smiled at him from where she stood, her eyes bright. "No, you weren't." she admitted. "But I'm glad that I did." She gazed at him, but she was interrupted by the sound of her tummy rumbling. She giggled and rubbed it. "Fancy a formal dinner?" she suggested. "We can dress up nice and go somewhere beautiful to celebrate, well, being alive."
He laughed and nodded, his arms reaching in the air, "You're alive!" He gasped, his eyes widening. He was being incredibly playful with her. The Doctor nodded and tapped in new coordinates, landing the TARDIS in seconds. "I know sushi is your favourite, so go look outside. It's a restaurant with sushi and avocado's, your favourite foods."
Clara's heart swelled. He had remembered. In one swift motion, she launched herself at him and wrapped him in a hug. "Thank you." she said softly in his ear, standing on tiptoes. "I'll go get changed." Yet she stayed in his arms for a second longer.
The Doctor froze a little, but quickly relaxed. His arms fell around Clara's waist, his chin resting on the top of her head, "Should I change?" He questioned her, his voice soft by her ear. He had been getting used to touching. Cuddles, hand holding, the occasional touch of her face.
Clara snuggled further into his warmth. "Mm, no, not if you don't want to." she murmured, rubbing his back. He smelled so good. "I'll be right back." she said, reluctantly pulling away and going to change.
The Doctor sighed and watched after her, a faint smile on his face. He was so thankful to have his Clara alive and well. He cleared his throat and wandered off to change. He wanted to impress her, so he went for a grey tux with a red tie. The Doctor met Clara back in the control room, waiting for her to finish getting ready.
Clara nervously looked through the racks of dresses, heart beating madly. What was she so nervous about? It was only the Doctor. She finally picked a long, red, shimmering dress that showed just the right amount of cleavage. She slipped silvery heels on, applied red lipstick, quickly curled her hair, and took one last look in the mirror before walking into the console room. "You look wonderful." she said to the Doctor, smoothing his lapels.
The Doctor's jaw almost fell as Clara walked into the console room. He quickly recovered and cleared his throat, blinking slowly. God, she was breathtakingly beautiful... "Not so bad yourself." He smiled tightly, not wanting to convey his emotions too much. That wasn't like him, to show how he was feeling but he knew that for Clara, it was the little things that mattered. He reached out and inched her necklace to the right position, his OCD bothering him.
Clara smiled up at him, hands now on his shoulders. She recognized that look on his face. "Thank you." she merely said. "Ready to go?"
The Doctor nodded quickly and stepped forward, finding the door as he smiled fondly down at his tiny companion, opening the TARDIS doors for her to reveal a sushi restaurant with an underwater tank where sharks and fish would swim through.
Clara gasped. "Wow. It's perfect." Quickly she pressed a kiss to the Doctor's jaw, blushing slightly.
He blushed instantly, a shy smile on his lips as Clara pressed a kiss to his jaw, "This way," the Doctor announced, grabbing Clara's hand and almost dragging her to their table, right next to a shark that swam past them.
Clara squealed in surprise as the Doctor pulled her along. "Woah!" she giggled, hand squeezing his. "This is our table, then?"
He nodded, smiling from ear to ear, happy that she was alive and breathing. The Doctor pulled Clara's chair out for her, pushed it in and sat opposite her, calling the waiter over to ask for a bottle of wine, even though he didn't drink and all the sushi you could eat and make sure it had avocado's on the side of the plate.
"You're a gentleman." Clara commented, face slightly flushed with happiness. "Never thought I'd see that from you." She grinned across the table at him, reaching over and poking his nose lightly.
The Doctor couldn't help but grin, "I can be a gentleman," he scrunched his nose up as she poked him, "Anything for my tiny companion. I do have a duty of care." He looked at her, blinking slowly as he leaned towards her, the two of them suspiciously close but it felt normal for them.
Clara took his hand across the table, eyes locked on his. She leaned towards him, her other hand reaching up and caressing his cheek gently. "Do you?" she asked softly.
That was when the waiter came up with their plates of food and wine. Placing them on the table, he said, "Order for the happy couple. Is this an engagement gift?" He smiled expectantly.
The Doctor stared at Clara as she touched his cheek, a small and loving smile on his face. She was so beautiful... He gave her a small nod and when the waiter arrived, he lent backwards and shook his head, clearing his throat as he stumbled over his words, "Um, no. Not that I wouldn't marry her, she's beautiful. I mean, look at those brown eyes, it's like they inflate! But no, no engagement here."
"A beautiful couple nonetheless." the waiter said, smiling at the two. Clara shook her head. "Uhm, no, we aren't a couple. Close friends." The waiter gave them a knowing look, but nodded. "Right. Apologies." He walked away. Clara's eyes flitted to the Doctor. "Did you mean it when you said you would marry me?" she asked, slightly teasingly.
The Doctor rolled his eyes and laughed, "Shut up," he muttered, blushing a crimson red colour as he shifted in his seat, "Eat your sushi, even has avocado on the side. Just how you like it."
Clara laughed, ruffling his hair. "Alright." she gave in, taking a piece of sushi in her chopsticks and eating it. She closed her eyes. "Mm, this is so good." she moaned softly, swallowing. She held a piece to his mouth for him. "Try it." she said, half-smiling.
The Doctor arched his eyebrow and smirked to himself, leaning forward as she ate the sushi, watching her enjoy it. "Good?" He laughed and nodded as he slipped the sushi into his mouth, chewing. "Oh my god, that's good."
Clara nodded, taking another piece. "It is." she agreed. "Thank you so much for bringing me here, Doctor. It means so much to me." She took his hand across the table again, smiling softly.
The Doctor nodded and stared down at Clara's tiny hand, turning her hand over as he ran his thumb over the palm of her hand, "I'm-" he paused and swallowed, trying not to let his emotions effect him. "I'm so glad you're alive, Clara..."
Clara shivered as his thumb rubbed her palm. "Me too." she said softly. "And I'm glad that I'm here with you again." She gently raised his hand to her lips, pressing a kiss to the back and leaving an imprint of lipstick. Tears formed in her eyes and she blinked furiously.
The Doctor cleared his throat, a little whimper forming in his throat as she kissed the back of his hand. "No crying," he laughed and wiped his face, pulling his hand away. "Come on, eat up. Then we can go back to your flat and watch a film."
"That sounds wonderful." she admitted, swallowing her tears. She took another bite of her food, and soon they had finished eating. Clara smiled at the Doctor, taking out her credit card from her little red purse. "Here, I'll pay."
the Doctor shook his head immediately, finishing off his last bit of sushi. "No, no of course not..." He giggled a little, a smirk on his face from the whole bottle of wine he had managed to drink. "I'll pay, I bought money this time." He nodded, picking up his wallet from his pocket in his jacket.
"Okay, you're acting different." Clara concluded, her voice a little slurred from the wine. "Why are you being so...nice?" She stood up unsteadily.
The Doctor frowned, burping, "I'm not being nice," he laughed and arched his thick eyebrows, "Or am I?" He asked, slurring his words a little more. "Shall we go then? Watch a movie back at your flat?"
"Yeah." she decided, clutching onto his shoulder. "Yes, let's go." She let him leave the cash on the table and they walked unsteadily back to the TARDIS.
The two of them were giggling messes once they reached the TARDIS, stumbling through the doors with knowing smirks on their faces. They were completely and utterly pissed. The Doctor giggled and let Clara through first, taking off his jacket.
Clara clutched onto the Doctor to steady herself, clumsily kicking off her heels. "Blimey, I think we've had tooooo m-much." she giggled, hands dropping from his shirt as she steadied. "Can yeh' still drive the TARDIS like this?"
The Doctor span on the spot, struggling to get his jacket off until he managed it and threw it on the floor, "No." He said truthfully, smirking to himself as he stumbled around the console, "You can stay here, you have done before."
"Alllright..." Clara murmured, smirking. "Let's watch the movie in the TARDIS, then." She followed him around the console, clutching the metal bars.
The Doctor nodded and pointed to a corridor, "That wall, small one!" He giggled, walking towards the corridor before he realised it was the wrong one and changed the direction, walking down the correct corridor until he found a cinema room with hugs sofas big enough to make a bed, blue and velvet blankets covering the seats. The movie was ready to play and it happened to be the romance film Love Rosie, one of Clara's favourites about growing up with your best friend and not realising you're in love until it's too late.
Clara immediately sprawled across one of the sofas. "These are so niiiiceee..." she murmured as the movie started. "Come sit next to me."
The Doctor giggled and stumbled down to the sofas, eventually managing to climb near Clara, grabbing one of the blankets as he pulled it over them, "Shh, it's about to start..."
Clara snuggled up to his side, head resting on his chest and arms around his torso. She pressed several kisses to his jawline. "I'm soooo glad to be back..." she slurred, legs hooking around his.
He sighed, a small smile on his face as his eyes closed, yawning quietly, "I'm so happy you're still alive," the Doctor told her, a little whimper escaping his throat, worried about losing her once again. He could feel her body so close to his, her warmth. The Doctor shifted and wrapped his arms tight around Clara, bringing her close enough that she was almost on top of him, her body pressed against his. They would normally cuddle like this, minus the kisses to his jaw.
Clara buried her head in his shoulder, one hand stroking his hair. "I don't know how I could have managed without you, even in death." she admitted softly, a tear falling from her eye and soaking through his shirt.
The Doctor sighed as Clara stroked his thick hair, swallowing as tears started to fill his eyes at her words, "You don't have to manage without me anymore, Clara..." He told her quietly, turning to press a kiss onto the top of her head, "I have a duty of care... You don't have to live another day without me."
Clara tightened her arms and legs around him, tears now flowing and soaking his shoulder. "I hope not." she said in a muffled voice.
The Doctor whimpered, suddenly feeling very sober as he tilted Clara's head up to look into her eyes, "I will never let anything happen to you again, my Clara..."
Clara looked at him through her watery eyes, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. "It was my fault." she reminded him in a soft voice. She suddenly became aware that their bodies were pressed against each other and their lips were inches apart. She could just lean forward and...
He swallowed and shook his head, his fingers running through the strands of her brown hair, "No... I let you get reckless." He muttered, his blue eyes darting down towards her lips. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was his incredibly strong feelings for her, but all he could think about was pressing his lips to hers.
Clara's thumb moved to his lips, touching them gently as her other hand stroked his greying hair. "You didn't let me do anything." she insisted in a low voice. "I chose...I chose to."
The Doctor froze as her thumb moved over his lips. He swallowed and darted his eyes back to hers, staring into those pools of dark beauty, "Don't ever choose to do something as stupid as that ever again, Clara Oswald."
Clara managed a shaky smile. "I'll try not to." she said softly, tracing his mouth with her thumb now.
He nodded, paying attention to her thumb on his mouth. The Doctor lent forward, his breath hitched in his throat as he delicately pressed his lips to hers.
Clara's heart leapt as she sighed softly against his lips. As one hand stroked his cheek, the other fell to his lower back, rubbing it as she began to move her lips against his ever so slightly.
The Doctor kept his fingers in the strands of her hair, until he moved his hand to the back of her neck, being so careful with her as if she was going to break if he held her any tighter. He pulled back and then closed his eyes again, brushing his lips against hers again.
Clara sucked softly at his lower lip, taking her time with kissing him. Her hand moved lower, resting gingerly on his bottom as her other hand continued to stroke his curls.
The Doctor couldn't help but yelp quietly as Clara's hand rested on his bum. He arched his eyebrow and giggled against her lips, his eyes still closed. "So, I'm guessing... Kissing is a thing now? That we do?"
A smile broke out across Clara's face. "I suppose." she said, her eyes also closed, as if when she opened them, he would disappear. Her hand rubbed his bum playfully. "If you want."
He started to giggle, "Stop that!" The Doctor protested, a smirk on his face as he wriggled against her, "I knew it, you're a bum toucher!"
"Everyone's a bum toucher around you." she retorted, squeezing a little. Her eyes flew open and she pressed a kiss to his nose. "You do have a fantastic bum." she commented.
The Doctor laughed and yelped again as Clara squeezed his bum, "You wouldn't appreciate that if I did it to you!" He laughed and wriggled again, kissing her forehead. "But thank you anyway." He blushed wildly, slightly intimidated by Clara.
Clara smirked at him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Who said that I wouldn't appreciate it if you touched my bum?" she asked, a slight blush gracing her cheeks.
He blinked at her and arched his eyebrow, a lazy smirk on his face. "What, really?" The Doctor muttered, his Scottish accent more pronounced as he reached around and cupped her ass with his large hand, pulling her closer to him as he squeezed gently. "Like that?" He asked innocently, wondering if she had liked it at all.
Clara felt heat course under her skin. "Yes." she said slightly breathlessly. "Like that." She rubbed his bum and then instead moved her hand to his neck, tangling her hand in the curls at the base of it. "You can do that all you like."
The Doctor nodded, a playful look in his blue eyes as he squeezed her ass every now and again, his lips inches from hers, "I'll keep that in mind," he whispered, his other hand reaching up and cupping her cheek, staring into her eyes.
Clara pushed against his hand, trying to get him to squeeze tighter. "I like it when you touch me." she said softly, leaning forwards and pressing her lips to his once more.
He let out a content sigh and nodded his head, "I like touching you," the Doctor told her, squeezing her ass a little tighter, almost a vice-like grip on her.
"Yes..." she moaned into his mouth, kissing him a bit more hungrily now. She gripped his hand and raised it to her breast, hoping he'd know what to do.
The Doctor caught on, a gentle squeeze of his hand as he lent in to kiss her, their kisses sloppy and desperate, neither of them able to get enough of each other as his tongue brushed hers.
"Harder." she moaned into his mouth. "I need you to squeeze me harder..." Her hand covered his, guiding him where she needed him. Her mouth devoured his, her other hand clutching a fistful of his hair.
He nodded, trying to keep up with her actions and what she needed him to do. The Doctor let out a groan into Clara's mouth, pushing the blankets away from them as he felt her hand on his, a smirk on his face as he squeezed harder.
Clara ground her hips against his, then broke away from his kiss for a moment, gasping, "Are we...are you comfortable if we take this further?" Her hands played with the hem of his shirt.
The Doctor nodded, a sigh escaping his throat as he pulled away from Clara, his heart racing. "Yes," he told her before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips.
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The next morning, Clara woke up naked in the Doctor's arms, head pounding. "Urgh..." she groaned, twisting around in his arms. Had they...? She guessed that they had, judging by their nakedness and the slight soreness in places she didn't care to elaborate on. Plus, the Doctor had some considerable marks on his neck and chest. Had she done that?
He had heard Clara shuffling around beside him and eventually woke up, opening his eyes to find he ached considerably. The Doctor groaned, his hangover setting in as he turned his head to find Clara next to him. "Morning..."
"Mm, morning." she murmured against his chest, pressing a kiss to it. "Some shag last night." she said with a hint of a smile. "And some hangover." she added.
The Doctor smirked and arched his eyebrow at the choice of Clara's words, "Is that the best you've had?" He questioned her, wondering just how many men had underperformed for her. "Really? Because I could definitely do better."
Clara kissed one of his hickeys. "Oh, shut up." she laughed. "Of course it was the best. Was it the best for you?" She ignored her slight arousal at his last comment.
He let out a quit groan as she kissed one of his hickeys, memories of last night when she first put them there flowed through his huge mind, "One of the best, although... I have been alive for over two thousand years." The Doctor teased her, a smirk on his face. Obviously she was miles better than the other women he had been with.
Clara bit down on a bare part of his neck, trying to mask her jealousy as she sucked softly at the spot. "Is that so?" she asked, barely containing her tone. Her hand reached between his legs.
The Doctor gasped as she bit down on his neck, smirking to himself. Oh. She was jealous. He shifted underneath her and nodded his head. "That is so, Miss Oswald," he whispered, turning his head to look at her, blue eyes challenging her authority over him.
"You're mine, now." she told him in a soft voice, both hands now cupping his bum. "And I'm going to show you the best sex imaginable." She began to grind her hips, eyes locked on his.
He laughed and arched his eyebrow at her, "Oh, I'm yours, am I?" The Doctor muttered, turning his head to look at her. "Always knew you were a control freak," he growled, pulling Clara on top of him as he lent up to kiss her.
"Yes." she replied, continuing to kiss and suck at his neck, marking him as her own. "Mine and no one else's. I-" She hesitated, then pulled her head back to look him in the eyes. "I love you."
He let out quiet groans as she marked him, tilting his head back against the headboard of their bed before he realised what she had said. The Doctor nodded and locked eyes with hers, his hands on either side of her face. "I love you too, Clara."
Clara's eyes filled with tears and suddenly all she wanted to do was cry. She rolled off of him, burying her head in a pillow.
The Doctor frowned and was automatically confused, a sad look in his blue eyes as he rolled over, "Clara?" He whispered quietly by her ear, his long fingers tracing tiny circles on her bare back in attempt to comfort her.
Clara turned to face him, tears rolling down her face. "We're so stupid." she whispered, letting out a quiet sob. "Why have we waited all this time? Because we were scared? I could have died without ever saying that to you." She flung her arms around the Doctor. "You are..." she said in a choked voice, "You're the only thing that matters anymore."
He swallowed and stared at her, not quite knowing how to react. "Are you malfunctioning?" The Doctor questioned her with a cheeky smile, trying to make light of the situation. As she threw her arms around him, he sighed and wrapped his arms around and underneath her neck, almost rolling on top of her as he held her to him. "You are the only thing that will ever matter to me. Everybody else has nothing on you."
Clara buried her face in his neck. "I love you." she repeated, tears subsiding. "And I'm sorry that it took me so long to say." She squeezed him as tight as she could, trying to ensure that he would never leave her.
The Doctor coughed and wheezed a little, "Clara, for somebody as tiny as yourself, you really do have quite a grip." He laughed but held her tighter anyway, pressing kisses into her hair that smelt of her and her alone.
"Oi!" she said, letting out a small giggle and she batted his chest. "I am not tiny!"
He smirked and raised his thick eyebrows at her, giving her a funny look, "You are tiny!" The Doctor insisted, pouting as she slapped his chest, "Outch! Tiny but fiesty!"
Clara rubbed his chest, pressing a kiss to it. "Sorry. But still, I am not tiny." She looked up at him, smiling. "Shall we go have breakfast? I could use something for my hangover, too."
The Doctor nodded, "Where shall we go? The cafe down your road? Your favourite one?" He questioned her all at once, sitting up in their bed to realise they were in the TARDIS, although he couldn't remember getting there. Were they still parked outside the sushi place?
"If you want to." she said, remembering that they were naked and self-consciously covering her breasts with her arms.
He shifted and looked around, arching his thick eyebrow. "Um..." The Doctor hummed, looking around as he pursed his lips, "Where are our clothes?"
Clara frowned, looking around the room until she spotted her knickers, which had been thrown across the room. She padded over to them, still covering her breasts for fear the Doctor would realize that she was only a flawed human. "I think we took them off in a hurry." said Clara with a small smirk.
The Doctor had noticed and leapt forward, gently grabbing Clara around her waist as he pulled her backwards. He burst into a fit of giggles as he tickled her, trying to make her feel more relaxed around him.
Clara squealed as she was taken by surprise, giggles falling from her lips. "No...fair...!" she said through her laughs, batting weakly at his chest in an attempt to push him off.
He laughed and only tickled her harder until she was in fits of giggles and had relaxed around him. The Doctor observed her arms were now at her side, a crimson red blush on her cheeks.
"Doctor..." she said, pushing him away as the last of her giggles subsided. "Why'd you have to do that?" She got to her feet again, pulling on her knickers and bra.
The Doctor shrugged his shoulders, "Funny," he simply told her and got up, pulling his boxers on to follow Clara into the corridor. "Do you want to eat her or at a cafe? I could always cook a breakfast for us..."
Clara smiled at him adoringly. "Let's go out." she decided, lacing her fingers through his. "But first, I think I need a shower. Join me?"
He nodded, squeezing her hand once they fingers were joined and smiled fondly at her, "Of course," the Doctor promised, following Clara towards their large bathroom in the TARDIS, one that had a walk in shower and the ceiling was full of enteral stars that they could look up at.
"This place is beautiful." said Clara grinning at the Doctor as she stripped out of her bra and underwear. She turned on the water to the shower. "The TARDIS really is amazing."
The Doctor managed to pull off his underwear and stepped in afterwards, reaching behind her for his soap, for men. He started to wash himself and glanced up at the stars, "It really is. It's one of the most beautiful rooms in the TARDIS..."
Clara stepped into the shower, squirting some gel onto a sponge. "Yes, it is." She took the soap out of his hand and set it down on the shelf. "Let me wash you. And your hair. Please?" She gave him pleading eyes.
He smiled a little, nodded and stood underneath the shower head as he watched Clara wash him. There was something sweet about it, she looked at him like everybody wanted to be looked at. It was him he should be adoring her.
Clara brought the sponge to his stomach, scrubbing the smell of sex from his skin. She continued with his limbs, back, and finally she reached his groin, which she washed very carefully. Washing the soap off, she reached for the shampoo, smiling up at him to make sure he was alright.
The Doctor seemed to be enjoying her touch, a lazy smile on his face as his eyes closed. His face was flushed red, not from embarrassment but from how close she was to him; Clara always made him feel slightly intimidated but safe all at the same time.
Clara squirted the shampoo into her hand. "Kneel, please." she said sweetly, realizing that she couldn't possibly reach his head, he was so tall.
The Doctor tilted his head back, a small smirk on his face as he closed his eyes, "Hmm, that's good." He muttered, enjoying the feeling of her hands scratching his scalp and running through his thick hair.
Once she was done scrubbing his hair up, she washed the soap off with the shower head. She put the shower head back, running her hands through his wet hair. "I love your hair." she commented, smiling down at him softly.
He tilted his head up to look at Clara, his eyes full of admiration for his tiny, he supposed, girlfriend. The doctor chewed his bottom lip, enjoying the feeling of Clara's fingers in his hair, "I love you."
A smile broke out across her face. "I love you more, babe." She hesitated. "Can I call you babe? It feels right."
The Doctor nodded, an arch of his eyebrow, "Does this mean we're going to stop circling each other now? Are we a... Couple?"
Clara's heart swelled and she kneeled down next to him, hands still in his hair. "Yes." she said softly, before pressing their lips together.
He nodded, a huge smile on his face as he lent in, meeting her half way as he pressed his lips to hers in a sweet yet almost desperate kiss, trying to show her just how much he loved her.
Clara's hands moved down to splay across his chest, stroking his collarbones as she kissed him.
The Doctor wrapped his arms around Clara and lifted her up onto his waist, moving backwards to lean against the shower wall as he kissed her, his Time Lord strength showing considerably.
Clara wrapped her legs around his waist, still kissing him as if her life depended on it. "Mm, Doctor..." she moaned into his mouth.
He switched their position and turned Clara around, carefully pushing her against the shower wall, her legs tight around his waist as he slowly pulled away, his eyes still closed, "Sorry..."
Clara's mouth moved to his collarbone, biting and sucking. "Why are you sorry?" she breathed between marking him.
The Doctor shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "I don't know," he muttered, a smirk on his face as Clara bit his neck. He lent forward and pressed his lips to hers again, growling under his breath as he held her securely to the shower wall.
"I want..." gasped Clara, pushing their hips together, "I want you to take me against this wall."
He nodded and smirked to himself, burying his face in her neck. The Doctor let out a groan as he carefully slipped inside of her, holding her legs tight around his waist as he groaned against her lips, his eyes locked onto hers.
When they were finished, Clara sat on the floor of the shower, spent and satisfied. "You're...quite good at that."
The Doctor laughed a little, panting heavily as he stepped out of the shower, "I should hope so, I've been sleeping with... People for two thousand years."
"People?" she said, smirking as she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself. "Doctor, have you slept with men?"
The Doctor wrapped a towel at his waist and cleared his throat, trying not to smirk as he searched through the bathroom draw, looking for his hair product, "Yes. Yes I have. Does that bother you?"
"Of course not." Clara said, smiling at him. "I've slept with women." She wrapped her arms around him from behind.
He arched his eyebrow and snorted, "Did you think I didn't realise?" The Doctor laughed, a smirk on his face as he turned and wrapped his arms around Clara's waist after setting down his hair product.
"How did you know?" she said, letting a giggle escape. "I wouldn't have thought Jane and I were that obvious." She nuzzled her face against his chest.
The Doctor listened to her giggling and couldn't help but smile, "You were obvious. That time we went to visit Jane, upon your insistence, and you thought I was asleep on the library? Nope, I was having a five minute cat nap and I heard everything."
Clara blushed and covered her mouth. "What? Did you...?" She paused. "Please tell me you didn't jerk off to that."
He snorted and shook his head immediately, "No, no of course not." The Doctor reassured her, stepping away to put his hair product into his hair, sticking it up in ridiculous places, "I just went back into the TARDIS and found something else to do, I promise."
"Right." Clara said, her hand coming up to smooth his hair. "Why are you making your hair stick up?" she said, giggling.
The Doctor laughed, "What? Do you think I get the floof by just waking up? I have to put hair product in," he smirked at her and let his towel fall, perfectly comfortable with Clara seeing him naked.
Clara's gaze moved lower, following the trail of hair down his chest and stomach down to his sizable groin. "You are beautiful." she said in a soft voice, admiring his thin, muscled frame.
He could feel his cheeks blushing a deep red colour as she admired him. "Stop it," the Doctor laughed, fiddling with bits and pieces in the bathroom cupboards as he searched for his toothbrush.
Clara let her towel drop as well, grabbing her toothbrush and squirting toothpaste onto it. "No." she insisted. "You are."
The Doctor started to brush his teeth and arched his eyebrow, his hair a mess, "And you aren't?" He laughed, his blue eyes slowly looking her up and down as if she was his most prised possession. He did look quite ridiculous, hair a mess, face flushed and toothpaste all round his face.
Clara's face dropped. "No, of course not." she said quickly, wrapping the towel back around her and beginning to brush her teeth.
He frowned and spat his toothpaste out after he brushed his teeth, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek, "Clara, you are beautiful. I've always thought so, since the day I met you with my other face, Bowtie."
Clara spit out her toothpaste, looking him in the eyes. "Doctor, you really don't have to say that." she said, swallowing her emotion. "Really, I know I'm undesirable. But I'm glad you've looked past that." She smiled weakly and pressed their mouths together.
The Doctor frowned and touched her face, the back of his back caressing her cheek, "Clara..." He said slowly, his thick eyebrows raised. "You are the most beautiful woman in the universe. I mean, come on, you turned Jane Austen, not a lot of people can do that."
Clara reached up and stroked his hair. "I don't think so." she insisted. "I mean, so many people have told me I'm not. I think I may have just gotten lucky with Jane."
He ran his fingers through the strands of Clara's hair, "That's ridiculous," the Doctor muttered, his finger running along her jawline, "Look how beautiful you are. Sharp jawline," he whispered, his eyes flicking to her lips, his thumb on her mouth, "Perfect, thin lips..." He finger tapped her nose, "The most adorable nose you could wish for."
Clara laughed shakily, hands cupping his cheeks. "You said my nose was all funny when you were Bowtie." she reminded him, pressing a kiss to his nose. "Too short and bossy and my nose is all funny. You, on the other hand...well, you're a sexy silver fox." She ran her hands down his back.
The Doctor screwed his nose up, "Bow tie was a young man, a boy even. I showed you the real me, the man underneath." He muttered, kissing her cheek and then her nose, "You are too short and bossy though," he remarked, a grin on his face as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Oh, stop." she giggled, batting his chest with the back of her hand. "The real you is beautiful." she told him, hands cupping his bum cheekily now. "If a little too tall."
He yelled as her hands found his ass again and laughed, "Stop that!" The Doctor giggled and gave her one last kiss before he nodded towards the door, "Are we going to go and get dressed and have some breakfast? Or are you going to continue to molest me?"
"Hmm..." Clara said, hands making circles on his bum. "Tough choice." She finally removed her hands, giggling. "Fine, let's get dressed." She grabbed his hand, squeezing it before they left the bathroom.
The Doctor laughed and shook his head, smirking to himself as he disappeared into his own bedroom to get dressed. He would have to get the TARDIS to delete her bedroom so she could stay in his every night. He smiled to himself, content as he sighed, walking back into the control room fully dressed. He messed with the controls until they landed right by Clara's favourite cafe.
Clara went to her bedroom, rifling through her wardrobe until she found some jeans, putting them on. Digging to the back, she found one of the Doctor's jumpers, smiling as she put that on, too. It was far too large and baggy for her, but it smelled like him, so she kept it on. Quickly applying her makeup and drying her hair, she went back to the console room.
The Doctor looked up and a smile was on his face as soon as he spotted his tiny girlfriend, wearing his jumper. "You look..." He searched for a word in his head and laughed. "So adorable." He nodded to the TARDIS doors, "Your favourite breakfast cafe awaits you, my Lady."
Clara grinned up at him. "Thank you, my Lord." She pressed a quick kiss to his mouth before she took his hand, pulling him out the TARDIS doors. She inhaled deeply. "Mm, love that smell."
He laughed and pointed towards the doors with his free hand, "Should be able to just sneak through without anybody noticing," the Doctor gave her a lopsided smile, one he only gave her and squeezed her hand, nodding to a table right next to the window, he remembered it to be her favourite spot in the cafe.
Clara smiled back at him. "Right." They sat down and she took his hand across the table, waiting for the waiter to come take their order. She looked at him, with his scruffy hair, lit-up eyes, and morning stubble, and couldn't help it. She leant over and pressed her lips against his, tilting his chin up with her free hand.
The Doctor immediately responded, his eyes slowly closing. He sighed into their kiss, content with her lips on his. He didn't care who was looking at them but he was certain people were looking- it looked like Clara had just lent across the table and kissed her father, he cringed at the thought.
Clara's hand stroked his cheek, tongue caressing his gently. Her other hand squeezed his, trying to show him how much he meant to her.
He lent forward, his free hand reaching to run his fingers through her hair and to the back of her head, taking a moment to breathe before he kissed her again, tilting his head to get a better angle, now people were definitely staring at them but Clara didn't seem to care.
Clara moaned ever so softly into the Doctor's mouth, both hands now gripping his shirt. "Mmph..." she breathed against his lips, eyes screwed shut as she continued to kiss him. "We should probably...stop..." she whispered between kisses.
The Doctor nodded, "Probably," he agreed, but instead he lent forward and pressed his lips to hers again. He could sense people staring at them but he didn't care anymore, they didn't have to hide how they felt about each other.
Both of Clara's hand moved up to cup his face as her lips continued to devour his. "My Doctor..." she murmured between kissing him. "Mine." She bit down on his lower lip, then sucked at it to sooth it.
He let out a groan, a quiet one, mindful of the people around them. The Doctor's hand dropped underneath the table, groaning into her mouth as his hand moved over her thigh, his fingers edging towards her inner thigh.
Clara's hips bucked, but then she heard the quiet clearing of a throat next to them. She pulled away and looked up, where a waiter stood, looking extremely disgusted and offended. "May I take your orders?" he asked stiffly.
The Doctor sighed irritably and leaned away from Clara, but his hand stayed on her thigh. He looked up at the waiter. "Two English breakfasts, please. And two cups of orange juice." He nodded to the waiter and watched him leave with a disgusted look on his face.
Clara placed her hand on top of the Doctor's on her thigh. "Sorry." she said, laughing nervously. "Got a bit carried away with you and your hair and your stubble and..." she rambled.
He smirked, a lazy grin on his pale lips as he slowly looked her up and down, "Well, I apologise for my hair and stubble," the Doctor laughed, running his free hand through his thick hair, messing with it a little. "Are you hungry?"
Clara licked her lips, moving his hand closer to her core. "Yeah, I am." she said in a low, seductive voice. "What about you?"
The Doctor took a moment to realise what she was talking about and blushed, having not realised what exactly she was hungry for until now. He arched his eyebrow and moved his hand away for a second, until he pressed the palm of his hand hard against Clara's underwear, smirking as she let out a yelp in front of the entire cafe.
Clara's hips ground against his hand as she breathed heavily, face red from both arousal and embarrassment. Luckily, there was a sheet over the table, so no one could see what was going on. "Doctor..." she whimpered softly, seeing that some people had lost interest, while others were still watching. "Please..."
He smirked and placed his finger over his lips, his free hand, of course. "Shh..." The Doctor told her, one of his fingers teasing her through her underwear until he pressed his finger against her clit, looking down at the menu as if he was doing nothing to her underneath their table.
Clara let out a squeak, clamping a hand over her own mouth and closing her eyes. She tried to stop her hips from grinding against his finger, but it was extremely difficult, as she was getting wetter and wetter. "Doctor-" she gasped between her fingers, gripping his hand with her free one and trying to guide him where she needed him. "Doctor, please..."
He looked around quickly, smirked to himself and suddenly slipped one of his fingers inside of her, looking up to watch her, a dark look in his blue eyes. He didn't really care if she was loud or not, or if anybody was going to notice.
She gasped, letting out a loud moan that was cut off by her hand clamped back onto her mouth. Her hips worked desperately against his hand, her free hand white-knuckled on his. "Yes..." she breathed, face scarlet. "Oh, please..."
The Doctor told her to be quiet, a stern look on his face as he leaned forward to make it look like they were just talking, his lips inches from hers as he moved one finger at a slow pace, "Good?" He muttered, watching as her face grew redder and her jaw dropped, the two of them staring at each other.
"Yes..." she whimpered softly, hips rocking against his hand to match his pace. She leant forward, pressing their lips together and kissing him hard, mouth devouring his.
The Doctor kissed her back, his tongue immediately in her mouth. People were starting to look at them again so he on purpose, added a second finger and started to move at a quicker pace, smirking as he heard Clara moan into his mouth.
Clara breathed heavily, panting against his tongue. "Oh-Doctor-please..." she moaned with every thrust. "I can't-" Her muscles tightened around his finger as she came hard, eyes screwed shut and face bright red.
The Doctor grinned and carefully removed his fingers. Lucky, nobody had noticed. He smirked to himself and picked up a tissue, wiping his hands just as their breakfast came over.
Clara leaned back in her chair, face bright red. She didn't say a word as the waiter placed down their food, shooting another look at them. "You know, you can do a lot better than him." the waiter said, as if the Doctor wasn't right there. Clara's mouth dropped open as she stared, speechless.
He looked over his shoulder and arched his eyebrow at the waiter. Without another word, The Doctor stood up and punched the waiter square in the jaw, watching as he fell to the ground. He causally cracked his knuckles back into place and sat back down, calling to the management, "A different waiter please!" He rolled his eyes and turned to eat his breakfast in peace.
Clara gasped, dropping to her knees to check if the waiter was okay. "Doctor!" she said disapprovingly. The waiter seemed a little dazed as Clara helped him to his feet, but nothing was broken as he dashed back to his station. Clara sat back down. "Doctor, you can't just attack people like that!" she scolded him, looking at him through wide eyes.
He sighed and ran both of his hands through his hair, "That's what I was scared of." The Doctor told her sadly, pointing at the direction the waiter had gone in. "Judgement. People thinking I'm some creepy old man. I'm not worthy or good enough for you, I know that. But it's nobody else's business but mine and yours."
Clara took a deep breath, then took his hand. "Doctor, you are more than good enough for me, darling. I wouldn't in a billion years want anybody else." she said in a soft voice. "You're you, and I love you." She ran a hand through his hair. "But being afraid of judgement is no excuse for violence."
The Doctor nodded and sighed, casting his eyes away from Clara as he looked down at their joined hands, now embarrassed and ashamed of himself. "I know, I'm sorry, Clara. Can we just eat our breakfast and go on our next adventure?"
Clara hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, alright." she finally said, eating a bite of her breakfast. "Just be thankful we weren't kicked out. Or, haven't been, yet."
He laughed and nodded his head, "True," the Doctor muttered, putting a sausage in his mouth as he made a silly face at her, "Eat."
Clara gave him a flirty look. "Feed me." she asked of him, smirking. "Go on."
The Doctor arched his eyebrow at her and shrugged his shoulders. He lent forward and picked up a bit of sausage, placing it into her mouth as he watched her seductively eat it in front of him, "Stop that."
Clara smirked at him, swallowing her sausage. "Why?" she asked, tickling him a bit. "Not enjoying it?"
He grinned and arched his eyebrow, flinching backwards, "Of course I am," the Doctor giggled, his eyes on her as he continued to eat.
Clara picked up another sausage, licking up and down the length of it. She winked at him before placing it in her mouth and sucking at it, her eyes locked on his the whole time.
The Doctor swallowed and watched Clara, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched her lick down the length of it. He cleared his throat and looked away, feeling himself strain against his boxers. "Are you finished?"
Clara ate her sausage, smirking. "Yeah, I am." She continued to eat her food and noticed that he had cleared his plate. "Oh, with that! Right, well, I suppose I am." She stood, leaving the cash on the table.
The Doctor nodded and immediately grabbed Clara's hand, pulling her through the TARDIS doors. He put the coordinates in and left them in space as he turned to her, jumping forward to kiss her, his hands on each side of her face.
Clara let out a surprised squeak, wrapping a leg around both of his as she responded to his insistent mouth. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling until it ripped clean off and she could dig her fingernails into his chest.
He laughed against her mouth, "That was my favourite shirt," the Doctor pouted but it was soon forgotten about when she dug her fingernails into his chest. "Shit..." He muttered, closing his eyes momentarily until he lifted her onto his waist and carried her over to the TARDIS console, dropping her on top of it.
Clara removed her lips from his with a wet sound. "Are we going to have sex on the TARDIS console?" she giggled.
The Doctor blinked slowly, nodding his head as he brushed his lips against hers, eyes glazed over in his evident desire for his tiny girlfriend, "If you want to, that is."
Clara wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his evident hardness and smirking. "Of course I want to." She leant forward and bit down on his neck, hands finding her favorite place on his bum.
He couldn't help but giggle at her hands on his bump and found himself almost ripping her shirt off as he buried his face in her chest, his teeth nibbling on her skin as he reached round to unclip her bra.
Clara's mouth found his collarbone, sucking and kissing at it. Her hands squeezed his bum tight, pushing their hips together hard. She let out a moan at the friction.
The Doctor desperately pulled at her jeans, trying to get them off quickly. He managed it and soon her underwear followed, a smirk on his face as he let her lay back on the console, looking down to unbuckle his belt.
Clara palmed him through his trousers, feeling him harden further. "Mm, I can't wait to have you inside of me..." she murmured in his ear, arousal growing. "You're so huge..."
He swallowed hard, his head tilting back just a little as she palmed him through his trousers. "I love you." The Doctor told her, unbuckling his belt as his trousers fell at his feet and then his boxers were gone, his lips inches from hers as he spoke to her in a seductive voice, "Do you want me inside of you, Clara?"
"I love you too-oh-" Clara moaned as his tip touched her entrance. "Yes, yes..." she begged. "Please, I want you to make love to me..." Her mouth captured his, kissing him hungrily.
The Doctor continued to tease her, the tip of his cock pressing hard against her clit before he leaned in to kiss her. "Make love, hm?" He muttered, pressing his mouth to hers as he slowly slipped inside of her with a quiet groan.
"Yes..." moaned Clara.
~~~
When she had finished being thoroughly made love to, she collapsed on her boyfriend's chest. "I love you." she reminded him, legs dropping from around his waist as she came down from her high. "Blimey, I love you so much..."
The Doctor panted heavily, unable to catch his breath. How long had it been? An hour? Two hours? He grinned to himself, rather proud, "That good, huh?" He smirked, his face buried in her neck, "I love you too." He told her, almost whispered it like it was a secret. "So much, Clara Oswald."
Clara ran her hands through his hair, pulling him up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Then she rested their foreheads together, gazing into his eyes. "I'm so glad you're mine." she admitted in a soft voice. "I can hardly believe it."
He kissed her back, his lips gentle and soft, "I am yours," the Doctor told her, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. After around a minute of silence and their heavy breathing, The Doctor decided now would be a good time to ask her a question. "How many times have we had sex?"
"Er, three." said Clara after she thought for a bit. "Why do you ask?" She smirked at him.
The Doctor shrugged his shoulders and carefully pulled out of her with a groan, "Just wondering," he muttered, leaning forward to kiss her. "It's just, well, we didn't use protection."
"Mm." she mumbled against his mouth. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill. Have been since Christmas, just in case." She gave him a shy smile.
He nodded and brushed his lips against hers, his blue eyes glazed over with lust, "We should stop," the doctor muttered, moving away after he had pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Don't take that as a 'I don't want to have sex with you anymore' because I do, it's just we need to... Uh, build on what this is, what our relationship will be like."
Clara dropped to the ground, wobbled, then fell against his chest again. "Yeah, that's going to be difficult." said Clara with a little giggle. "But I do think it's for best."
The Doctor nodded, "For the best," he agreed before pressing his lips into her hair, taking in the scent of it, "You smell so good," he muttered, his hands on her hips, fingers stroking her skin. "God, you drive me crazy."
Clara's hands traced his ribs, burying her face in his neck. "I know," she said, kissing at his neck. "That's what I'm here for." Her hands moved slightly lower, splaying across his waist.
The Doctor let out a quiet groan as Clara kissed his neck, "I could go another round, I really could. But don't you want to see some planets? And no that is not a innuendo for me to give you some planets."
"Mmh." Clara agreed, pulling herself away reluctantly. Crossing her arms over her chest in concealment as usual, she looked up at the Doctor. "Shall I get dressed?"
He nodded, a smile on his face as he took hold of her hand, "Get dressed together," the Doctor smiled fondly at her, opening their bedroom door as he picked out clothes and then his velvet coat he knew Clara loved. He stood in front of her, letting her watch as he got dressed.
Clara walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her face into his shoulder. "Doctor, you're beautiful." she said, squeezing him. "Absolutely beautiful."
The Doctor leaned back against her small frame, his hands resting on her tiny hands that wound around his waist. "Not as beautiful as you, Clara Oswald."
Clara rested her chin on his shoulder. "That isn't true." she insisted, their fingers interlocking. "You're infinitely more attractive than this human schoolteacher." she giggled, blushing.
He frowned and turned around, touching her face with his thumb, "Clara, you aren't some unimportant human. Do you understand me? You are so much more than that and so much better than a Time Lord. You are walking perfection."
Clara's face turned scarlet and her hand went to up touch his face. "Oh, uhm, n-now, that isn't true." she stammered, flustered. "I'm really only an insignificant human, honest." She gave him half a smile.
The Doctor frowned, confused by her beliefs. He stroked her cheek, dipping his head down to ghost his lips against hers, "You are everything to me. You hear me? Everything."
Clara leant forward, pressing their mouths together hard for a long, closed-mouth kiss before she pulled back, resting their foreheads together. "You make me feel so loved." she whispered, stroking his hair. "I wouldn't have anything if it weren't for you."
He nodded, closing his eyes as she stroked his hair, "I love you," the Doctor whispered, opening his eyes again, "So much."
Clara's eyes remained screwed shut as she nodded, feeling the warmth of his chest against her cheek. "I know, darling." she said softly. "I love you so much more."
He arched his eyebrow and pulled back to look at her, his thumb on her bottom lip, "What's that thing humans do? When they vow to each other? Death do us part?"
Clara's eyes widened. A hand covered her mouth. "Marriage?" she managed. "I think you're talking about marriage."
The Doctor nodded and beamed at her, pointing to Clara's shocked face, "Yes, marriage! I want to make a vow to you, Clara Oswald. Is that how you ask? That doesn't sound right. I've messed it up already, I blame Bow tie, I still have some of his clumsiness."
Clara gaped at him, eyes alight. "Doctor...?" she asked in slightly breathless voice. "Are you...asking me to marry you?"
He paused and then slowly nodded his head, a gentle smile on his face, "Yes, I think I am asking you to marry me, Clara."
Clara clamped both hands over her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes!" she squeaked, flinging her arms around him and crushing her face to his chest. "Yes, I will marry you, Doctor!"
The Doctor laughed, overly happy as he grinned from ear to ear. His Clara. His perfect, beautiful Clara. He pulled her back to lean in for a kiss, "Well thank god for that. Would have been mighty awkward if you said no."
Tears streamed down Clara's face as she pressed her lips to his hard, kissing him passionately.
He kissed her back, his own eyes tearing up as he whimpered. Finally, he had what he wanted and needed, Clara Oswald. The Doctor kissed her back just as passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth as he lifted her into the air, muttering that he loved her against her lips.
