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"You really are a madman!" Clara exclaimed with a light chuckle, still out of breath from sprinting into the TARDIS. "Well I didn't know it wasn't completely abandoned! Sexy mustn't have updated the information on the servers."
"Or she just didn't tell you?" The short, petite woman questioned her Doctor with a hint of scepticism. "I'm not exactly her favourite person".
"Nonsense! You wouldn't do that to us would you?". The TARDIS whirred in an annoyed response. "So much for a calm get away for once" the Doctor apologised in almost a whisper and kissed her forehead. "Next time though, scouts honour, cross my hearts".
"Don't worry about it Doctor, at least I'll never be bored with you". Winking cheekily and watching him blush, Clara strut down the metal stairs to her room on the TARDIS. "A mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a skirt that's just a little too... short..."
Bad Doctor. She's 26 and you're nearly 1226, stop being such a pervert! He paced the console room for a good ten minutes before getting bored and going to find Clara. It didn't take long due to the obscene volume of which she had the radio turned up to. It was the little things that she did that warmed his hearts and made his young face crinkle into a smile; the way she brushes her hair behind her ears with her hands when she's nervous; the way she crosses her arms when she's thinking; her flirtatious personality that made an old man feel young again, if a bit awkward.
"Oh! You startled me! Sorry it's so loud, but what's the point in quiet music eh?" She gave him an awkward smile and turned down the radio.
"Kaleo? Really?" The Doctor imitated mock offence. "Thought you'd be more of a Green Day girl."
"Then that must make you an American Idiot!" She said, still slightly embarrassed at the Doctor walking in on her dancing.
"Now I really am offended Miss Oswald!" The Doctor lunged in and threw her over his shoulder. For someone who has very little control of his slight body and long limbs he really is quite strong Clara thought to herself.
"Put me down! Doctor!" She lightly slapped his back and kicked his chest from over his shoulder.
"Oh no Oswald! You've done it this time!". He walked over to the sofa and threw her down, only for her to pull him down with her. They could feel the heat radiate off each other's bodies. Just as the Doctor was about to open his mouth and inform Clara of how he still won the fight, she used her small frame to wiggle away and pin him down beneath her. "I win!" In retaliation the Doctor attempted to push up with his forearms, knowing he had the physical advantage, only to be met with her legs intertwining with his; leaving him flustered but on the same page as the beautiful woman on top of him. The doctor could only smile and shake his head in defeat as they caught their breath. "For such a little woman, you have an iron grip" as he wrapped his long fingers round his left wrist.
"I was a brown belt in karate. Did it for 11 years."
"That explains your obvious grace earlier then" He said half jokingly. Just then the music changed pace to 'Somewhere only we know' they both blushed but continued to look into each other's eyes.
"Care to dance?" Clara broke the silence.
"Uh.. I.. Um"
"Oh come on Doctor! It's just one dance! No one's here, just us, just the way I like it". She smiled, not in her usually cheeky way, but in a way that every part of her feelings for him were shown, truthfully. "Oh go on then, how could I ever say no to you?" The doctor pulled her in by the waist and held her hand in a ballroom position with his other hand and started to move with elegance and grace that only a man who has been around as long as he had could acquire. Clara felt oddly safe and at home in his arms, mentally laughing at the contrast in pace of their play fight only minutes ago. Their bodies moved as one as the moved around the room. They continued like this until the song was over and Clara's head was resting gently on his chest and his head on hers. "Thank you" he whispered, "for bringing me back. I thought that the cloud of isolation that I lived upon was what I needed. But it was you all along." Clara looked up into her doctors deep brown eyes and moved his fringe out of his face and kissed him. Not passionately. Not one of pity or lust. But a promise. A promise of more to come. A promise of loyalty and devotion. A promise to which he returned.