Whoufflé Dances

Several hours after his and Clara's adventure in California year 3000 - well minus 1086 years after their adventure - The Doctor was sitting in the TARDIS console room tinkering with the layout of the type 40 ship.

Clara had retreated to her bedroom soon after they reached the sanctuary of the TARDIS, she wanted to catch some extra rest, with her running early detentions the next morning.

Isolation was as dangerous as fighting Daleks when it came to the doctor. Too much time and space to look back and regret, he had to keep moving forward.

He couldn't run away from his own conscience.

When Clara wasn't around The Doctor would distract his guilt-ridden mind with music.

He liked to dance sometimes, he didn't dare tell his Clara otherwise she would tease him to death.

The Doctor was well into his playlist when Clara wandered into the corridor and with much delight, observed The Doctor perfectly executing a solo on air guitar.

The Doctor was so engrossed in his own activities he didn't notice Clara stood giggling,"So... The doctor dances?"
,"Wha-what? Oh.. Erm c-clara I did certainly not see y-you there", he sighed."How muc-",
,"All of it.", she smiled ear to ear, not even trying to hide her smugness.

The Doctor looked defeated and jokingly hung his head limp, Clara beamed in triumph. Suddenly his head arose and he glanced up into Clara's eyes and they both started fitting with laughter.

Just when the mirth had subsided Clara squealed in excitement," Doctor I LOVE this song!", he recognised it as 'Come On Eileen' by Dexy's Midnight Runners.

He immediately grabbed Clara by the waist and proceeded to dance with her, performing spins and dips they sang and clapped the whole song.

The Doctor hadn't known as much fun since the night he took Captain Jack to kinaxiwagobi, the party capital of the universe.

To both participant's dismay the song ended and they hugged in approval of the other's involvement.

They were still hugging when Clara tripped backwards over a stray spanner. They tumbled to the ground, The Doctor landed on top of his companion, crushing her and earning a sharp exhalation from Clara.

Nearly the girl thrice dead.

Their faces were centimetres apart and The Doctor looked into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Each eye was a deep abyss of undiluted, raw beauty.

The Doctor then realised the awkwardness of their situation and went to get up when Clara straddled him.

The Doctor went to protest but not before Clara had sucked the words out of him with a soft kiss.

She looked up at him and he suddenly understood. She met his mouth again, this time more aggressive. Their lips did not part for at least thirty seconds, during which The Doctor grew into the kiss, caressing her soft hair with one hand and gripping her perky arse with the other.

The make-out session lasted ten more minutes before the two left the floor.

"Does it not disturb you a bit that the TARDIS can see everything we do?", Clara asked, the matter becoming more creepy every second.
,"Trust me, she's seen MUCH worse", The Doctor exclaimed, patting his beloved console in triumph."Haven't you Sexy?" The engines made a timid whir.
"It appears me and the TARDIS have some catching up to do doesn't it?"Clara threatened, the TARDIS replied with a much louder noise of agreement.
"Er, that won't be necessary" he mumbled, regretting his earlier remarks.

Clara smirked, showcasing her perfect dimples, she had already asserted her dominance.

"We should er..probably er..do this again soo...someti...late...tomorrow",
"I am working tomorrow Doctor, remember",
The Doctor grinned, his confidence seeping back into him."Correction, you're working whenever you want, I own a time-machine", Clara could sense the masculine pride from a lightyear away, she loved it.

"So how about it Oswald?"
The Doctor was confused as Clara mysteriously slinked over to him. She got on her tiptoes, The Doctor could feel her glorious breath on his ear.

"Geronimo." She whispered seductively into his rocket fin ear, before retreating to her bedroom.