A/N: Sometimes, when I have the availability to fulfill prompts, I open up a window of time for people to submit an idea to my writing tumblr. This is the product of one of those times.
The prompt for this one was "12 and clara relaxing one day after a long day with cocoa and blanket". Contains approximately canon amounts of romantic dilly-dallying (as well as some powerful resisting of dropping a First Doctor reference).
Cocoa and Snuggles
Wednesdays were, thankfully, still Wednesdays in Clara Oswald's diary. She would wake up, go to work, come home, and do various things around the flat from marking to cleaning, as she did just about every day. The only difference was that sometimes she didn't always come home via her motorbike or public transport. This was one of those Wednesdays in particular, when the TARDIS materialized just inside her bedroom door after shoving a week into a couple hours and making sure she stumbled out right in the path of her bed.
"Oohhh, this feels so good," she purred, taking comfort in her lumpy mass of pillows and blankets. The Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS, wondering where she went.
"Come on!" he said. "There's still things to do!"
"Not today," Clara replied. "The rest of today is meant to enjoy."
"We can enjoy by getting another planet in," the Doctor groused. He stood there, arms folded over his chest, waiting for her to respond. "Clara, are you listening to me?"
"Yes, I'm listening, and I am choosing to ignore it," she giggled. She tossed a pillow at him, which he sourly caught. "Let's take it easy, Doctor. We just saved an entire civilization from complete and utter ruin; I think we deserve a break."
"There's still plenty of work that needs to be done though," he argued, the tips of his ears turning red. He placed the pillow down and looked away, noticing that there was a blackboard in the hallway. "Oh, is this new?"
"Yes, and it's just for you," she said. Clara used the time in which he was distracted by the board and chalk ("three different colors! Think of the diagrams I could make with this!") to rummage around and find some warm, fluffy pajamas and thick socks. She put them on and surprised the space alien in her flat by hugging him from behind, an act that made him jump at first, but he eventually leaned into it.
"I think we can spend the rest of the night in," he said.
"Then go and change into something a little cozier than that charred dress shirt and meet me back in my room in fifteen minutes," she teased. He obediently went back into the TARDIS, which allowed her to wander her way towards the kitchen, where she began to warm some milk and rifled through her cupboards to find a box of cocoa mix. She'd bought the kind with extra marshmallows, which were colored, just for him. Soon she had two mugs of piping hot cocoa, which she carried back to her room and set on the vanity while she tried to find something on the telly.
"Back," the Doctor announced. Clara looked and saw he hand changed into his plaid trousers, with his hole-ridden jumper and hoodie on the top half of him.
"Acceptable." She then stopped her channel surfing on a film—black and white with questionable acting—and took her cocoa to bed. The Doctor stared at her, unsure of what to do. "Get in; your mug's over there."
Carefully, the Time Lord picked up the mug and slid into the empty side of the bed. Clara shifted so that she was flush against his side, cocoa held in both her hands and head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. He carefully wrapped one arm around her and fussed with the blanket that was covering their legs.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked.
"Yeah. Are you?"
He paused for a moment and thought on that. Taking a sip of cocoa, making sure to get some of the colorful freeze-dried marshmallow bits in, he replied with, "Yeah."