I'll Remember (Whouffle)

Soufflé Baking 101

          The TARDIS was moaning from all of the effort taken in getting rid of the angels, but she did it. But, she didn't tell The Doctor. She knew he was enjoying spending do much down time with Clara. she didn't really

like her, but she could see that he did, for whatever reason. The box could see that Clara liked him too, although she was even more stubborn than he was. The Doctor had finally admitted to himself he was falling for Clara, it took him a while but he did. Clara in the other hand did not and would not accept it. She knew it would only end badly.

             "Doctor, in what world is that how you crack an egg?" Clara said, laughing at him.

           "I'm sure that this is how you do it somewhere. Besides, you already made a soufflé!  Why do I have to make one?" The Doctor said, dropping the egg on he floor breaking it and pouting.

            "Well," she replied, smirking,  "You already tried teaching me how to speak to horses, which I'm still not convinced is possible,  and now it's my turn to teach you something! Besides, it doesn't matter if you suck at it. I do, and you sucking worse than I do makes me feel good about myself," she laughed, pinching his chin. " Your chin makes my nose feel better too."

             "Oi! What's wrong with my chin? Your nose is so petite and adorable,  like the rest of you."

             "Thanks.  Wait! Is that a short joke? I will have you know-" she was interrupted by a piece of the chocolate flavored soufflé dough being shoved onto her nose and mouth.  "DOCTOR! My God, you Time Lords just think this stuff is hilarious, don't you? Well, what about this? " She said, throwing an egg at his chest.

             "Blimey, Clara! This was my favorite shirt!" He said, whining. "What am I going to do now?"

            "Shoulda thought of that before you shoved perfectly good dough in my face and wasted it!" she replied, giggling.  Clara looked around saying, "We should probably clean all of this egg off of the floor before the old cow has a fit."

          The two cleaned up the floor, and it was late at night when they finally finished. Clara was really tired, and she couldn't figure out why.

          "Well Doctor, I'm going to bed. Night!"

            "Yeah, me too," he said, bored. He hated sleeping. It was so...boring.

          "Doctor?  You've slept on the floor for three nights already. I'll sleep on the floor."

          "Nah. Couldn't let you, do that" he said.

          "We could share the bed. It's certainly big enough."

          "I guess," he said, suddenly excited. He crawled into the bed with Clara. "Clara, you're freezing. Again."

          "I'm always a bit cold."

           "Here," he said, and pulled her up against himself. "Better? "

          "Yeah, actually. Thanks," she said, kissing his cheek.

          "Anytime. Anything for my Impossible Girl," he said kissing her forehead then her cheek. He saw her smile, and he kissed her on the lips. Hard. At first she was confused, but she didn't question it and just pushed into him, equally hard. She let herself fall for him. They both moved, their lips syncing with each others. He pulled off her shirt, and she did the same to him. Neither one wanted to stop. Ever.

Hey there! So, as you have probably guessed, they end up sleeping together. Moving a bit fast, eh guys? Anyway, please vote, comment, review, and most importantly, tell your friends! Your neighbors! That creepy butcher that lives down the street!  Whoever is a whovian. Thank you to imnotpunkimpaige for all of her help and comments, and to all of my readers! I need you guys!