Making the perfect whoufflé: one shots

Clubbing

AUTHORS NOTE: I wrote this one shot while listening to a song called "My gun" by Tove Lo. So if you listen to that while Clara is partying and dancing, you'll get the mood better. OKAY HERE IT GOES :D

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ELEVEN X CLARA

The strobe lights and loud music mingled with a smell of sweat and the movement of bodies. She was in the middle of it all, dancing, laughing. People moved around her, every now and then, bumping into her. She was a different person when she went to a club, free. Nobody cared if she was just a school teacher, she was one with everyone in the room. The loud dubstep music pounded in his ears as he watched her dance.

The Doctor wasn't a club person, so he preferred to sit and observe the crowd. Clara didn't force him to dance either. She just wanted to dance. And that's what she did. Shaking her body and throwing her hands up in happiness. Small pieces of hair clung to Clara's forehead and neck. Sweat beaded off her body. Clara wore a very tight, short black dress with black lace tights. Her heels--which The Doctor now held in his hands--were very tall and black. Her makeup was darker than usual--with dark red lipstick and black eyeliner wings--for the night scene. Her hair was loose in messy, natural curls.

Clara caught The Doctor looking at her and smiled at him, waving. He waved back. Clara tried to pull him into the crowd with a hand gesture. The Doctor shook his head and chuckled. But Clara walked over to him and grabbed his hand, trying to literally pull him on the dance floor. "C'mon! Please!" He shook his head again. "If you loooovvvee me you'd do it!" Clara pouted. She'd had too many drinks and was now tipsy and a bit delirious. He slumped over and she smiled, pulling him into the crowd. "Thank you, Doctor."

He smiled at her and held her hand as she twirled around and moved to the beat. Suddenly, a slow song began to play and she smiled at him sweetly. Clara was so very drunk... Her petite hands snuck up his chest and around his neck. He embraced her as Clara rested her head on his chest, hearing the very alien beat of his hearts.

A soft pop beat sounded from the speakers with acoustic cords. But neither of them heard the music, they were too wrapped up in each other to notice anything. For what seemed like hours, they stood there and held each other. After only five minutes, another dubstep high-energy song came on.

Clara leaned over to The Doctor and whispered quite sleepily, "Can we go back to the TARDIS please?"

The Doctor nodded and took her hand. He picked up her heels and they headed out the door. The TARDIS was only parked a block away from the club they had been at. They walked down the road, which was almost completely free of people. There was only one or two cares and nobody was on the sidewalks except for them. The street lights gleamed on the wet road. "Doctor, thank you." Clara whispered, her head leaning on The Doctor's shoulder and holding his hand.

"For what, love?" He looked down at her.

"Dancing with me."

"You're welcome." He kissed the top of her head.

Only a few minutes later, they entered the TARDIS and the two of them began walking to their rooms. After changing into her pajamas and wiping the makeup off her face, Clara followed The Doctor into his room. "What are you doing?" The Doctor asked with a bemused smile.

"I wannaaaaa cuddllllllle." She whined like a child.

Clara crawled under the covers, gesturing him to come with her. The Doctor laid down and curled up to her. Clara's hand rested on his chest as The Doctor's arm laid behind her neck and over her shoulder. "I love you, Doctor." Clara smiled and kissed his hand.

He simply chuckled, "Tell me that tomorrow, when you aren't drunk, then we'll see dear."