~Rated: K+~
Clara had enough. She ruined the 100th soufflé. She threw her current attempt in the trash, groaning in defeat. Someone cleared their throat in the doorway of the kitchen and Clara found the Doctor, casually leaning to the side of the doorway.
"Having trouble?" The bow tie man came forward and saw the distress a simple soufflé could make. Clara jumped at his voice.
"A bit..." She muttered, wiping her hand on her TARDIS blue apron.
"I'll help." They began to make another souffle, until the Doctor decided to mess with Clara. He "accidently" threw some flour on Clara's apron.
"Sorry!" He apologized, still grinning.
"You're in for it now!" And it began, Clara and the Doctor throwing flour at each other. Clara held up an egg.
"Don't you dare..." He muttered, putting his hands up.
"Too late!" And she threw the egg on his jacket.
"Oi!" And the battle continued, throwing from eggs to anything at each other. That was when Clara accidentally slipped on one of the egg yolks and fell until of the Doctor, but instead, their lips crashed with one another. Surprisingly both kissed back and for the first time, the Doctor didn't squirm. His hands cupped her cheeks.
They broke apart after a minute, breathing for oxygen.
"Woah." Was all Clara said before she got off of him.
"Sorry..." The Doctor, being quite sheepish, apologized.
"Don't be." She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the kitchen to change her clothes.
~
Finally thought of this :).
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The Soufflés That Got Burnt (Whouffle One Shots)
RandomThis is from 2014. I highly suggest for you not to read it, as I was really young and had little to no experience when it came to writing. Nonetheless, I leave it up for my own remembrance or for others who are looking for cringy prompts that they...
