Little Twelve x Clara/Whouffaldi oneshot, because I totally ship them even though the first episode of series eight has yet to premiere I just can't help it. They are too adorable and the fluffy oneshot bug bit me and I got this idea of Twelve's hair and Clara just wanting to fix it, and with of those factors this story was born please try not to flame too much it's my first Doctor Who story anyways……
~Enjoy~
:::Tardis, near the moon titan in the vicinity of Saturn …:::
Clara leans against the railing of the Tardis, staring at Twelve as he operates the control panel.
"Your hair is all matted again" exclaims Clara calmly as she walks up to Twelve
"What are you prattling on about." Asks Twelve with an exhausted sigh.
"Your hair, it's all matted it looks like it hasn't been brushed in decades." Responds Clara
"Considering the fact that we have been through twelve different decades, in the last month. That's hardly a coincidence." Says Twelve simply as he continues operating the control panel.
"You could at least, let me brush it for you." Replies Clara sweetly as she touches the back of the doctor's hair.
"Absolutely not, there are far more pressing matters to attend to." Responds Twelve sharply as he continues operating the Tardis, not once turning to address Clara.
"Doctor, haven't received any distress calls in four days. The least you could do is take a break to let me brush your hair." Says Clara in a stressed manner as she begins fiddling with the back Twelve's hair.
"Cut that out Clara!" responds Twelve with a grimace as he uses his hand to try and shoo Clara's hand away.
"Come on Doctor, please just let me brush it real quick." Replies Clara with a pout.
Twelve sighs before turning to Clara.
"Fine, if it will stop your infernal whining." Says Twelve in an exasperated manner as he stands still.
Clara stands on her tip toes, running her hand through Twelve's hair.
"Are you almost done!?" snaps Twelve impatiently as a grimace.
"Not yet mister impatient, it takes time to fix hair properly." Says Clara with a smile as she tries to unmat his hair.
Clara tries to get out all the curls, and kinks in Twelve's hair.
"Your hair is very soft." States Clara happily with a beaming smile.
"Sure, sure just get it over with already." Responds Twelve impatiently with a sigh, and a tap of his left foot.
Clara fiddles with Twelve's hair, for a couple of moments longer before finally stopping.
"Done!" exclaims Clara happily with a smile.
"Finally, that took too long." Says Twelve in an agitated manner as he throws his hands in the air in frustration.
Twelve then walks back to the control panel, and begins fiddling with it once more.
"Thank you, doctor." Beams Clara brightly with smile as she walks up, and kisses Twelve on the cheek.
Clara then walks over to the rails, and leans on them once more
"You're welcome." Mumbles Twelve with a slight blush as he begins operating the controls of the Tardis
~The End~