Making the perfect whoufflé: one shots

You're it!

ELEVEN x CLARA

"Ha! Got you!" The Doctor wrapped his arms around Clara's waist.

They had been playing tag for the past thirty minutes and The Doctor was now 'it'. Clara was fast, but not fast enough. He caught her by the wrist at first, but couldn't resist wrapping his strong, muscular arms around her petite waist and holding her close. He sat down in one of the passenger chairs, making her sit on his lap. Her hair smelt of strawberries and mint, a wonderfully odd mixture of scents. It smelt amazing.

"You got me!" Clara admitted defeat sarcastically, her voice dripping with sass. "What now?"

The Doctor chuckled, "Always such a sass master." He whispered next to her ear.

Clara was frozen there for a moment as the warm air from his voice drifted past her ear. She sighed. Having The Doctor so close was almost unbearable. Her feelings for him were uncontrollable. "God, I love you." she whispered, barely audible.

Apparently not inaudible enough. "What was that, Miss Oswald?" The Doctor teased her. He brushed a piece of hair from her face to behind her ear before resting his (quite large) chin in the crook of her neck and shoulder.

"Nothing!" she said hastily. Clara started to stand, but The Doctor grabbed her hand and turned her around so that she was standing in front of him. The Doctor held both her hands, looking up at her.

"What did you say, Clara?" He smirked.

Clara's cheeks were a bright red and an embarrassed (but adorable) smile graced her lips. "Don't make me say it.." she looked down.

The Doctor held her hands to his hearts. Clara felt the soft thump of his alien hearts against her hands. "Just say it." he pulled her closer so that they're foreheads were pressed together.

Clara looked into his wonderfully green eyes, "Fine.. I love you." The Doctor smiled and pressed his lips to hers softly. He then pulled away and said it back.

"I love you." He pecked her lips a repeated number of times, each kiss more sweet than the one before.

"I love you." Clara said again.

"I love you." The Doctor pecked her on the lips.

"I love you." Clara smirked.

"You know I do."

"Know what?" She teased.

"That I love you so much that I couldn't possibly describe my affections for you, my dearest impossible girl." he said before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. His head rested on her chest, listening to the beat of her very human heart. She wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes contently.

"I love you." she said once again.

"Shut up." he smirked. "Love you too."