A/N: This collection of Eleven/Clara fics is made up of prompts from my Tumblr. Enjoy and please review! :)

Prompt: first kiss, rain, Wednesday

Sent by: Anonymous

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Wednesdays were the very best day of the week according to Clara Oswald. And this particular Wednesday, happened to be extraordinarily special.

Why? Because the Doctor decided that although there were an infinite number of dazzlingly magnificent wonders in the universe to explore, there was a more meaningful journey that he had to take Clara on. He said that it was high time they started going through that tattered, but precious book of a hundred and one places to see.

First on the list was, indeed, a very exotic location: the temples of Angkor in Cambodia. He'd ushered her quickly into the TARDIS that morning and whisked her away without telling her where they were going and despite her protestations, he could see that she was rather pleased with the idea of a surprise.

And well… it certainly was a big surprise to both of them to be caught in the worst monsoon season in decades.

It wasn't just raining. 'Rain' was almost a ridiculous notion of a word on a day like this. There were better words like torrential downpour, the great deluge, or apocalyptic thunderstorm.

They'd ducked into a small alcove of an interior courtyard when the flooding made it too treacherous to navigate over the slippery, mossy stones and overgrown silk-cotton tree roots that had spread like tentacled beasts through the ruins of the sacred temple site of Ta Prohm. It was as though the forest was reclaiming Angkor.

The Doctor removed his jacket and placed it around Clara's shoulders. She had been appropriately dressed for the heat and humidity, but now that the sun had been chased away by the wind and the rain, it had grown cold especially in the darkness of the ancient ruins.

She stood quietly, leaning against a stone pillar and looked out into the courtyard. The Doctor tried unsuccessfully to find a place to stand where the ceiling wasn't too low for his height or that wasn't leaking. But, he stopped when he heard a soft sniffling sound.

His hearts dropped and he sighed. Why did everything he touched turn to ash? He ran his hand through his wet hair and rubbed his eyes regretfully. He took a deep breath and walked over to the petite brunette.

"Clara…" he said softly. "I'm so sorry. I—-"

She turned towards him, her drenched hair was plastered to her head and she looked rather silly in his long coat, but he'd never seen a happier expression on her lovely, heart-shaped face. He was even more confounded when she suddenly leaped into his arms.

"Thank you, Doctor!" She exclaimed with such joy and enthusiasm that he happily wrapped his arms around her and spun her on the spot. "I can't believe we're really here!"

When he set her back on her feet, Clara bounded to another pillar and gleefully examined the once-intricate carvings that had been worn down by the elements over the centuries. Then, she looked outside again at the forest and all the crumbling stone buildings. She felt as is if she was bursting with energy and happiness as she rattled on about the temple and all the sights, sounds and smells that made this place memorable.

"Oh Doctor," she grinned as she stretched out her arms to catch the rain in her palms. "This is the best day!"

"It's just page one," he grinned, relieved that she wasn't upset that their day had been ruined by the monsoon.

Clara glanced back at him for a moment and giggled, "Oh, you impossible man! I could kiss you right now!"

He was suddenly reminded of an old professor on a submarine that had he had uttered nearly the same words to. Grisenko had been up for the task, perhaps in jest, but the Doctor hadn't been quite so enthused. This time…

"Okay."

She had turned away from him to look back outside when she heard his voice. It was so very soft that it could easily have been her imagination. Whatever she had planned to say next was quickly forgotten as a million thoughts and questions started churning through her mind.

Try not to fall in love. I've tried so hard. He can't mean… If I… Does he…

"Wh-what?" Clara turned and swallowed hard feeling terribly thirsty all of a sudden.

The Doctor was standing a few steps away in the shadows, but she could see that he was quite keen on studying his shoes just then. He seemed to talk to himself for a moment then, he batted his fists at something invisible before running his hands through his hair again. He inhaled and blew all of their out of his lungs at once before bringing himself nearer to her.

Clara blinked nervously and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. She watched the expressions that washed over his face. There was fear, hope, and longing written all over him in the way his brow furrowed, how his shoulders were set and in the shortness of his breath.

He stood in front of her; his green eyes roaming over her every feature as he committed every detail to memory. He lifted his hand and carefully swept the sodden locks away from her face so he could lovingly trace the contours of her cheekbone down to the curve of her jaw with his fingertips.

"Okay," he whispered again as he mirrored the smile that was forming on her face.

Clara raised herself up on the tips of her toes as she laid her palm flat on his chest. She watched intently as his lips slowly parted in anticipation as she felt him place a hand on her waist while the other went to gently cradle her neck. She brought her other hand to his lips and very lightly drew her thumb over its softness. There were so many times that she had been distracted by its shape, its color and the way they moved when he spoke.

Suddenly, he closed the distance between them as if he could wait no longer and crushed his lips to hers. If his kiss was a question, then Clara answered it fiercely and passionately in response. She drew her hand up from his chest so that she could wrap her arms around his neck to pull him towards her. He tilted his head and deepened his kiss nudging her gently to grant him more access. Clara moaned in approval which made the Doctor grasp her ever tighter in his arms.

Finally, when the need for air prevailed over their need for each other, they stood still locked in each other's embrace. The Doctor, now and again, pressed his lips to her forehead, her nose, and her lips as he whispered her name again and again until it sounded like a prayer.

In that moment, she knew nothing else except the closeness of his body and its warmth, his distinctive male scent and sound of the rain falling all around them.

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