Hello!

So I've decided to TRY and finally write a story that actually has a PLOT... I can only hope that it won't be a fiasco.
Oh, and in the story, Twelve and Clara are in a relationship from the very beginning, so just go with it. :)

I hope you like it!

Metal X

Intro

When the young looking Time Lord regenerated into a new, older Doctor, it was a big shock for Clara and she spent some time grappling with the loss. It was hard for her to accept him at first because she felt as if someone had stolen her best friend and replaced him with a complete stranger. However, she tried to cope and in the end she accepted the new incarnation. After all, he was still the Doctor. Clara knew that she would have to find out what he was like and soon she realised that he was much more serious, sometimes even a bit rude and sharp and he didn't know how to approach humans.

It didn't take very long and Clara fell in love with him – the feelings that had been there before grew even stronger. She wasn't surprised - she was even worried that it would happen because she was never interested in pretty young men. The companion tried to suppress her feelings because she saw that the new Doctor was less open to both others and her. As they were travelling and exploring worlds, she got to know him once more, helped him to improve his manners and the bond between them deepened more and more. They both were secretly very affectionate towards each other, but never showed it much. The Doctor was besotted with her even though he was trying to pretend that he wasn't because he didn't think that the feeling was mutual. Somehow he always managed to miss that she looked at him as though he was a beautiful angel from a fairy tale. And if he did notice, it usually confused him because his new much-more-alien self found humans hard to read.

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During one of their adventures, Clara got captured by the Daleks and their new troop of Pig Men in an old factory, which she and her Doctor were separately exploring. The Pig slaves weren't very nice creatures and she got some wounds from their cruel treatment - some bruises and grazes covered her upper body and her shirt was a bit ragged. The Daleks used her as a bait to lure their enemy into a trap. Unfortunately for them, the Doctor saw through it and managed to save her and escape. When they entered the TARDIS, Clara was still a little scared and her body was slightly shaking. He saw that her wounds weren't serious, but he was still worried about her. The Doctor wasn't sure what to do first, so he took his black coat off, so he was left in his holey jumper, and put it around her shoulders. Then he unsurely pulled her into a hug, knowing it would set off a wave of excitement through his body.

The embrace was unexpected because this had been the first he initiated a hug. She couldn't help but smile when he whispered in her ear that she was safe and sound now. Her head rested against his chest while her hand was placed on his ribcage, softly massaging it with her fingers. When Clara calmed down, she looked up at him to find his blue eyes full of worries.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"I shouldn't have left you alone."

It was clear that he regretted his decision that they should explore the apparently abandoned factory separately.

Instead of giving him an answer, she just went on her tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss. She didn't blame him for anything.

The Doctor froze and his mind immediately blue screened as he savoured the sensation of her lips. His body was stiff due to all the surprise and excitement that flowed through his limbs. They lingered in the kiss for a while before they parted.

"Clara..." he whispered, eyes wide open, forgetting that his arms are still around her torso.

The impossible girl couldn't help but smile shyly at him because he reminded her of a startled owl. Her cheeks blushed and she bit her lower lip.

"Sorry," she said quietly in spite of being quite proud of herself.

"Don't. Enjoyed it," he stuttered nervously, pondering if this wasn't just a dream because it was too wonderful to be true.

Clara giggled when she saw how much he was thrown off his balance - gazing at her in the most loving way. When the Doctor finally came fully back to his senses, he let go off her to give her some space. He smiled at her back a bit in embarrassment.

She didn't want to leave him puzzled, so instead of pretending that nothing happened she decided to finish what she started. His dilated pupils, eyes full of spark indicated that she wasn't the only one who was in seventh heaven.

He looked as if a cyclone hit him when she confessed her love for him. His eyebrows flew up and he was speechless for a while before his hands found a mind on their own and cupped her face. She was melting under his piercing gaze.

"I love you... too," he whispered, surprised by the sudden determination, he bent down to meet her lips for a brief moment. Suddenly it was so easy when the weight fell off his chest.

Their relationship had changed since this little blissful moment. She knew that his new him wasn't very fond of touching and showing emotions and she certainly didn't want to push into anything. At first, Clara didn't know how to approach him on this matter, but she just decided to take it slowly - and she herself didn't want to rush things either. Touches and kisses were exchanged, later when they both were ready, they had even made sweet love a few times and the Doctor seemed to be quite fine with the all the new intimacy they shared.

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Clara was lying on her side when she started waking up in the Doctor's bed inside his cosy bedroom situated somewhere in the blue time machine. She felt that something almost velvety was touching, tickling the lower part of her face, so Clara moved her head slightly and a familiar sweet smell tried to lure her from the peaceful sleep she had. She brushed her nose over that soft something, her eyes opened lazily and she realised that her face was buried in the Doctor's long grey locks. Her lips curled into a smile and couldn't resist moving her head a little more against the luscious hair. She absolutely loved the fluffy delight, so she placed a kiss in his curls and gently ran her fingers through the grey sea.

He had already been lying awake and enjoyed the warmth of her body, waited for her to wake up. As soon as he realised that she was awake, he nuzzled his nose against her neck and pulled her even closer although it wasn't possible anymore. A quiet hum escaped his lips when he felt her fingers massaging his skull.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Morning," he murmured.

"How did we get in this position," she grinned while she was stroking his hair.

"No idea," he replied.

"But I like it."

They both knew he was lying about the first part.

"Do you want to get up?" she asked, knowing that Time Lords didn't need that much sleep as humans did, yet she almost always found him in bed next to her in the morning.

"No," came a simple answer as he smiled against her neck.

"Didn't you say that you are not a hugging-person?" she teased.

"I'm not," he replied as he looked up at her, "You're an exception."

"I'm honoured," she proclaimed in a serious tone and the both grinned at each other.

He crawled to her, so they could be on eye level. Her eyes travelled across his shining face, down to his neck and to his unbuttoned purple shirt that revealed his bare chest covered with sparse chest hair. She couldn't resist tracing her fingers across the pale skin, knowing how much he loved it.

He bit his lower lip as he felt his muscles tense under her touch and a pleasant tickling inside his belly. A smile appeared on his face and he moved his head a little closer to hers to steal a gentle kiss.

His morning stubble scratched her face a bit, but she didn't mind it – on the contrary, she found his morning scruffy look very attractive.

Then she snuggled close and rested her head against his exposed chest, where she could feel both of his hearts beat in joy. Still feeling sleepy, she yawned and wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you," she whispered and her hot breath collided with his skin.

"I love you, too."

Clara just wanted to lay in bed a little longer and then get up, but in the end she drifted back to sleep again. The Doctor closed his eyes and just relaxed while he was holding her close, gently drawing patterns on her back.