Clara's Wardrobe.
"Claraaa!"
The Doctor was beginning to get impatient. He had never waited this long for anyone. Normally companions were bursting at the seams to go places with him, but not Clara. Clara took her time and never rushed to get anywhere, which at times bothered him. What could she possibly be doing upstairs that would take so long? All he wanted was a nice day in the park, but soon enough it would turn dark and no one enjoys the park at night time. He finally gave in and ran upstairs at the risk of catching Clara in the midst of changing. Once he got to her door, he heard water running; she was still in the shower!
"Clara! I just want to leave! I have been waiting here for hours!" the Doctor whined.
"Doctor… you've been here for five minutes" she responded, trying to yell over the water that mischievously tried to shrink her voice.
"Errgh" the Doctor sighed, incapable of standing still. "Can I at least do something?"
"Why don't you go bake" she responded, tiredly.
"Bake?! How much time are you actually going to take!" he said exasperatingly.
"Fine! Just…go through my closet and pick out my outfit." She choked, now trying to fight the bubbles that were obviously trapped inside of her mouth.
The Doctor rushed over the Clara's wardrobe, excited to see the different selection of clothing that must light up each end of her closet. As soon as he could, he opened the doors and in front of him were all of Clara's clothes, neatly put in their place in her closet. He began to rummage through the dresses, skirts and different arrangements of shirts and pants assorted inside her wardrobe. Many of the items were different shades of blues and reds, which were always charming to see on Clara. The articles of clothes all seemed to resemble one another; a blue dress, red floral skirt, the dress she had worn on Akhaten, a strapless black dress, another blue floral skirt... wait a minute. He flicked a few articles back and discovered black strapless dress. Did Clara really wear this? Would she actually wear this for him if he asked? He imagined her perfectly proportioned figure in this skimpy, strapless, gorgeous black dress as a smirk passed over his face. After a couple seconds however, he pulled himself together and shook himself out of the trance he had been a few seconds earlier. He then proceeded to extract a cute blue floral skirt and a white tee shirt. "This would do just lovely" he thought to himself as he placed the outfit on Clara's bed delicately.
After what had felt like an eternity of waiting, Clara emerged from the bathroom in a towel. She was still dripping wet from her shower, which caught the Doctor off guard. He quickly jumped off the bed and looked wide-eyed at her not knowing whether to give her privacy and turn around while risk hurting her feelings, or keep facing her, jaw open and eyes roaming.
"Did you pick out an outfit, then" Clara questioned, giggling to herself.
"Um, yes." He announced, pointing to the articles of clothing on the bed.
"Wait- Doctor, where are we going today?"
"I was going to say to the park but seeing as its getting dark, would you prefer to go for dinner. I could take you to the Lake District. It's lovely there." He responded hastily.
"Lake district, hmm? Sounds perfect! Just let me find something more suitable to wear!" she answered with a hint of pleasure and sass in her voice.
Waiting patiently downstairs, the Doctor waited excitedly for Clara to be finished getting dressed so that they could go explore one of the most beautiful places in the Universe. Minutes passed and numerous doors shut when finally he saw shoes approach the top of the staircase. They were attached to legs, Clara's bare legs. He glanced up at her and she had on the black dress he had seen earlier. She looked even lovelier than he had imagined.
"You look … beautiful" he said, stunned.
"Thank you" she replied almost glowing.
As he guided Clara to the TARDIS, he realized that the light from the sunset overhead accented her perfectly delicate face. She was marvelous, and she was travelling with him and only him. The Lake District was miraculous, but what was even more stunning was Clara's hand in his when he took her to the park for a midnight stroll after they had finished dinner.