A/N- The required reminder that I don't own the Doctor Who characters, I just enjoy playing around with them. Thanks to Booj, the bestest person ever. Reviews are appreciated and I will continue it if you like, in which case it will probably get slightly more M rated.
"I've decided," Clara stated as she wandered with The Doctor toward the console room after her first official tour of the TARDIS,
"I've decided that I like your little snog box." She smirked at him. It was not the first time they had had this little discussion, and she was quite certain it would not be the last.
"This is not a snog box!" The Doctor protested, and Clara rolled her eyes at his umpteenth denial.
"And you've actually got twenty one brains?" She countered, traipsing around the TARDIS controls, into and out of the Doctor's view. She cocked an eyebrow when his eyes met hers as they ran.
"That was an exaggeration?" He exclaimed with s fond exasperation, darting this way and that in his endeavor to catch sight of Clara.
The Doctor found, much to his impatience, that he was constantly fighting the desire to keep her within his gaze. Because, The Doctor supposed, well because it was Oswin and she was finally here with him and not... Not dead.
The fact that The Oswin Oswald, all capitals even his mind, was in the TARDIS traveling with him, was enough to make The Doctor happy, even through a ridiculous argument such as this.
"You exaggerate a lot then, don't you Eleven?" Clara's eyes flickered downward for the slightest moment, a smile playing at her features and a sparkle in her eyes.
"What?!" The Doctor spluttered, expression crossing between bewildered and embarrassed as their discussion to a distinctly more interesting turn.
"That's absurd! A completely ridiculous accusation and assumption and... And... Clara!"
Clara just laughed, twirling away from the Doctor, eyes twinkling. She has won this argument, and who knew how many there were to go.
She watched The Doctor as he babbled on, words becoming almost incoherent as the flush to his face deepened before Clara just could not take it any more.
With a fierce determination in her eyes and a purpose to her quick steps, Clara made her way over to the Doctor. She placed her hands firmly on his chests, feeling the drumming of his hearts quicken. Without hesitation she pressed her lips roughly against his.
The kiss was quick and hard and messy, a bit too much teeth and not enough tongue, yet both would be lying is they dared to say it was in any way wrong. So completely right for both of them that Clara lingered a moment, considering that she was possibly the first person to shock The Doctor into silence.
Before he could have the chance to respond Clara pushed The Doctor backwards, using her body to press him against the wall. Standing on the tips of her toes she put her lips to his again, tongue and teeth battling until they were both very much out of breath.
Clara's lips quirked upward in a smug smile and her eyes narrowed delightfully when she pulled away. Her deft fingers snaked their way down and squeezed a rather hard member that had been pressing into her tight by the end of their session. She turned away with raised eyebrows.
"Perhaps you weren't exaggerating there." Clara murmured, looking over her shoulder at him.
The Doctor stared after her, body still up against the wall, flush having not left his cheeks just yet. Incredibly hard, solely because soufflé girl had a certain whim strike her fancy.
As he followed after her, The Doctor made the executive decision that Clara Oswin Oswald's fancy did not bother him the slightest bit.