Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction ever so apologies in advance and it's probably just going to be a one shot to get the clara/eleven shipping energy out of my head after watching the christmas special yesterday! This is set when they go up the stair case to the tardis...

Petite, size 4, heeled footsteps created movement within the clouded floor below her. The beautiful brunette's pace increased as curiosity and excitement grew within the pit of her belly; she just had to be back within the same confines as that extraordinary man with the fabulous chin as soon as she possibly could.

Clara holted as she reached the fourth and final corner of the deep blue box that towered over her 5ft 2 frame. Could she be certain all of this was real life? What if she was just dreaming? She had only met The Doctor the previous evening yet somehow she felt like she knew him and trusted that wild man whole heartedly. If she hadn't been opposed to such silliness, she would even go as far as saying that they had met it another life...

Leaning on the newly refurbished control panel, his index finger slid smoothly along the the indentations of the gallifreyan symbols. With a look of his wrist watch, he hastily stood up. Straightening his bowtie, his smug grin counted down from three, and right on time, a slightly breathless Clara stepped throught the open TARDIS door; The bemused yet bewilldered smurk on her face gave the doctor the same satisfaction it always had yet he longed for her to say that phrase.. 'Go on, I've heard it all before' He told her from across the walkway.

Decreasing the distance between them, Clara stepped forward. She leant in on her tiptoes and whispered into his ear; ' It's smaller on the outside.'. She watched the wonderment spread across his face and quickly it turned into an appriciative smirk.

'That's a new one!' He announced, still looking longingly at the girl infront of him. After 1000 years, He found it hard to be shocked, yet this inconceivable woman had done just that. Not only by her response but also his own, unique reaction to her. After she kissed him in the hallway, he had been shocked yes, but he almost felt like he didn't want her to stop- a feeling he certainly didnt notice when Amy had been the one doing all the kissing.

Clara couldn't help but notice the glazed look in his eye while they were pearched along the rail of the TARDIS. About an hour had past since she entered his ship and she was getting rather tired of them meaninglessly chatting about one thing or another and so decided to confront him on his day dreaming.

'Doctor!' The rather abrupt call snapped him out of his trance like state. A pinkish blush crept along his cheeks as the olive skinned, brown eyed protaganist of the aforementioned fantasy stood infront of him, demanding that he should tell her his thoughts. He shook his head, mumbling one lie or another under his breath in the hope that his new, fiesty companion would let it drop.

She looked up at the handsome man fluster and squirm. He was quite clearly embarrased with her questioning so she decided to be blunt, well, even more blunt. In less than an hour, she had learnt subtlety was not key when it came to her Doctor. 'Were you thinking about.. me?' Seeing the red in his cheeks ferousiously burn gave her the answer she wanted and she wasted no time.

Closing the little space they had between them, she moved forward and raised her delicate right hand up and caressed the hair up his neck, fingers intertwining with the locks of hair. He groaned and sensing no resistance, she pulled him towards her. Their lips met and surprisingly (to him, at least) The Doctor took control. He grabbed hold of her small waist and spun them so that she was up against the control desk with him leaning on to her body.

He smiled onto her lips as they shared a passionate kiss; a feeling that resonated within Clara, making her feel 17 again. The Doctor left trails of small pecks along the side of her mouth, cheek, down her neck and along her collarbone. During their embrace, his hands had moved all over, wanting to feel the sillouette of her perfect body. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips, all the while his mouth was still scattering her upper body with kisses. His soft lips met hers once again and she groaned when the tip of his tongue parted her closed mouth.

Both a bit breathless, they stopped and just looked at each others flushed faces; The doctor worriedly looking for any sign that he went too far, but instead she looked at the man still leaning her up against the TARDIS and a childish grin appeared on her lips. 'Don't look so worried chin boy, you were fantasic' she said with a wink 'oh and I was going to ask before we got distracted.. does this place have a kitchen? I'm dying to make a soufflé.'