Swish...
That was the sound of the Doctor splashing around aimlessly in the TARDIS swimming pool, flailing his arms towards Clara without a hope of ever reaching, though proudly able to make quite the show in the process.
He yelled at her, diving beneath the light blue surface, swimming towards her and trying to tickle her with no avail, though his hand brushing elsewhere... a very... inappropriate elsewhere. His companion gave a squeak, smacking him upside the head as he cringed backwards, scowling,"Didn't mean to! I don't even feel that way towards ya." He complained, looking off, hugging his hand against himself as he muttered under his breath.
Clara seemed very much stunned, her wide eyes watching the Doctor, eyebrows knit together as she thought over the scenario that'd just taken place. Had the Doctor meant to purposely... caress her? He couldn't had meant to, could he?
"Doctor, you're certain, you didn't mean to?" She chided, smacking him across the cranium with life preserver, as if to get her question across. "What? No! 'Course not! I don't even fancy you like that! Wouldn't waste a breath trying to... what's the word? Court? Yes, court! Wouldn't try courting you! Don't even find you attractiv-" He cut himself short, coughing in hopes that she hadn't heard the last bit. "You're just a female who wears a skirt that's far to tight, and you've got birthing hips, and.. and..." He shook his head quickly, shifting in his place as he refused to even look at her, rather uncomfortable. The Doctor had never been one for flirting, and when he did dare try, he always got it backwards, coming out to be insulting rather then polite.
Clara was gaping now, complaining about if he didn't like what he saw then why did he choose her. Blimey, she thought to herself, had he even ever looked at /himself/ in the mirror. That chin, and that nose, yes, he was adorable, but did he ever take into matter what he looked like? No? Didn't think so.
The Doctor was snorting now, not a regular snort, nothing like a regular snort, he liked to call them involuntary snorts of fondness, much like a laugh, though much not like one. He flashed Clara one of his cunning grins, his teeth glinting before he slid back beneath the surface of the water, bubbles coming up from where he'd once stood, kicking his feet up to splash her to ease the tension.
To be continued...