Nine Months, Twelve Days (Whouffle fanfic)

The Window

It had been two months since they had moved into their home. Two months for them to decide to be in a relationship together, and then decide to be just friends, considering it would work out better for the both of them in the long run. So there was still a lot of flirting, and touching, but no kissing or loving of any sort. That was strictly off-limits; they had set boundaries.

Judy came over all of the time much to both Clara and the Doctor's dismay. It's not that she wasn't nice, she was just a little too nice for their comfort. Not to mention that she always brought up uncomfortable topics for them to discuss when she came over.

Clara was tidying up the kitchen at the moment, fully aware that at any second Judy was going to knock on the door, after having just called and inviting herself. Clara had decided that she didn't mind too much because she was decent company.

"Doctor!" Clara shouted up the stairs. "Judy'll be here any second! C'mon, get on down here!"

"Did she invite herself again?" He responded as he flounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. "And why do I have to talk to her? Don't girls need like girl time or something?"

"Yes, and because it's a nice time to chat over tea. And no, no we do not. At least not me and Judy. Me and Nina used to have girl time every weekend."

"So then why don't you have Nina over?" The Doctor questioned her like a father would his daughter.

"I don't want to lie to her about how we're married and everything, or that you're human. I try as hard as possible to separate my two lives so I don't have to lie to anyone," Clara said, just as she heard Judy's brisk knock on the door. She opened it up to reveal Judy, holding up a basket of Jammie Dodgers and some loose-leaf tea.

"I thought these might go with the tea, and the loose stuff is this great tasting tea I tried at a market and thought you would enjoy," Judy announced proudly. She walked into their home, hugging Clara and heading into the kitchen. This had become an almost daily routine.

After everyone had gotten their tea and was seated around the table, Judy asked a very strange question that certainly got Clara's attention.

"Hank and I haven't engaged in sexual intercourse in about a month and I was wondering: does that mean something? I mean he'll try and I'll say no, or vice versa, and we've been fighting a lot lately, and I'm not sure what to do. Like the other day, we ended up kissing a lot, so I suggested that maybe we take it up to our room, and then he shrugged and said, 'But won't you get pregnant?'"

Clara sputtered on her tea a little. She didn't even know how to begin to respond to that, an before she could, Judy said, "Never mind. It's not a big deal. Sorry for bringing it up...as if you could help anyway."

"Why wouldn't we be able to help?" The Doctor chimed in.

"Because you're a young couple in love. It probably happens all the time for you guys. And I don't want details or anything so lets just drop it."

Clara couldn't help but feel bad for poor Judy, and noticed that for an 'alien', she was quite human.

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Clara awoke the next morning to find the Doctor awake and in the kitchen, making tea. He had tried to make breakfast, as he explained, but it ended miserably. Clara cooked breakfast instead, leaving the Doctor to do the dishes for once. She went into the living room, sat in her little nook by the window, began to read. She was watching snow fall from the sky, too, mesmerized by their swaying patterns as they fell.

The Doctor came in and sat beside her, saying, "Aren't you freezing? I can feel the cold coming off of the window, Clara."

"Yeah, a bit, but the light over here is so nice. And I have a sweater on, so it's not so bad."

The Doctor got up and fetched one of Clara's blankets off of the back of the couch and curled up under it with her. He wasn't wearing his usual tweed and bow tie today; he was feeling a little bit adventurous and went for a loose jeans with a baggy t-shirt instead. He hoped maybe it would catch Clara's eye, and he knew it had, based off of how she kept glancing up at him.

They sat like this for a while, talking. Clara had stopped reading after the Doctor joined her and they had a pleasant day of doing absolutely nothing as they had been for about two months. Honestly it was driving the Doctor mad, but he was the one that had asked Clara to move here, so he didn't ever say anything. He usually kept himself busy by tinkering with whatever he could find.

They had both fallen asleep, only to wake up when a large buzzing sound came from the dryer and neither one had the heart to get up. Clara put her head on her friend's shoulder and talked about her home, her friends, her life. It was a story the Doctor already knew without her ever telling him, but he knew she wanted to talk about it so he let her. Then he told her about his past, the parts that she didn't know, and they cuddled up even closer.

Soon they were touching foreheads, and Clara whispered the words neither of them thought she would ever say, "Sometimes I wish we could stay here, in this house, forever. Together."

"Maybe we can."

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Sorry! It's short! I felt bad about not updating, so I got right on it and here it is. Hope you all like it, and remember to keep being beautiful people!