The Soufflés That Got Burnt (Whouffle One Shots)

Journals and Videos

I feel like starting with a fez. [ !] or [_] either one. :)

Oh and some sexual mentions or in a word, smut. :3

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Clara was looking around the TARDIS storage room when she found a box full of journals and old CDS and tapes. Each was labeled with a different name, Susan Foreman, Peri Brown, etcetera.

"Doctor! What's this?" Clara called to the Doctor, who was playing around with a mini TARDIS and a Lego figure of himself.

"Hm?" He looked up from his little enjoyment and his eyes partly widened. "No don't read those or watch those videos! They're-," before the Doctor could finish, Clara did it for him when she read out loud, "Amy and Rory's guide to Caring For The 11th Doctor." She giggled, skimming the first page. The Doctor groaned in defeat, scratching the back of his head with a nervous look.

"Every companion I've ever had makes those journals... Since they believe that the next companion should know how to deal with me. I planned to burn them, but I guess I forgot." He mumbled, giving the journals a mean look.

"Hm, for the next companion?" She thought for a moment, giving the Doctor a chance to look at her face. Such beauty. "I suppose sooner or later I'll be gone, my impossibly doesn't make me immortal or anything. Everything has a beginning and an end. I should start on one..." Clara looked away sadly, for she knew that the Doctor would never know about her crush on him. The words made the Doctor's eyes water slightly for his companions in the past and his Clara. He loved Clara Oswald. She was different. Much different.

"Clara..." He pulled her into a hug, some tears falling from both of them. After a bit of hugging, he pulled apart, raised her chin up with his finger, and pressed his lips unto hers. She needed to know before it is her time to go or his time to regenerate..

After a minute, they released, even though they didn't want to but had to due to the blasted need for oxygen. They looked at each other, both of them unable to say a word. The Doctor finally took her hand, took her out of the storage room, and led her not into the console room but into his bedroom. It started with a bow tie being taken off of a certain timelord's neck.

A certain vehicle/machine watched, slightly giggling in a way. The TARDIS did put those journals there just for this to happen. She knew about their love for each other and thought it was very stupid for them not to say anything. Seriously, they look at each other in a weird love way, but both were too timid to say anything. The TARDIS had enough for it and made this plan.

After about maybe two hours of calling each other's name and feeling sparks of pleasure, the two lovebirds were huddled together. Clara turned around to face the Doctor, who was smiling like a lovestruck idiot.

"I bet you've done that before. So professional, hm Doctor?" She smirked, always finding a way for the Doctor to be flustered and unable to speak.

"I-Just... I haven't. Not in a while..." He murmured, brushing Clara's silky brunette hair absentmindedly.

"Oh Chin, relax for once." Clara grinned, kissing the Doctor softly on the cheeks. He always loved her smile, always wondered how her soft lips would feel and taste like. He found out just because he did one simple thing.

Sometimes taking action lets you enjoy the best of things...

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*Yawn* Soo... It's about.. 10:30 pm where I am and I'm already tired. Idk when you'll get this story, I'm wifi less and stuff... *Yawn* I hate time zones.. Makes me feel tired. :3