A/N: I know I've got two stories already on the go and not for this fandom but I had to write this. The idea made me giggle.
It even made me stop my university work, which has only started this week. It's a bad omen for this year of study isn't it?
"Doctor I absolutely refuse to go back to the Maitlands smelling like this!" Clara was angry, and was glaring at him while holding her sopping wet dress off her legs.
"I'm sorry but I did warn you about the pond." Doctor was as equally as soggy, undoing his favourite bow tie he grumbled under his breath. It was only because Clara had gone into the murky water screaming that the Doctor had done the gentlemanly thing and gone in straight after her, all without thinking about his bow tie. Thank god he didn't have a fez on.
"You warned me after I fell in it." Clara snapped, drawing the Doctor's thoughts away from fez's, all whilst pulling algae and weed from her hair, dumping it on the floor in her anger. "Doctor this stinks!" She growled.
"Fine fine we will find a bathroom. Hey Sexy, how about being nice to Clara today?" Doctor turned to his humming console, her hums sounded a lot like giggles. He raised an eyebrow and the hums suddenly changed pitch; it was almost as the TARDIS could smell the pair of them. With a click, a door opened at the back of the console room. "Thank you." He smiled and disappeared through the door calling back to Clara who was still furious and dripping.
"Thank you TARDIS." Clara said quietly before squelching after the Doctor in her socks, converse in her hand. "Doctor?" She looked down the surprisingly empty corridor only to see his wet footprints as a clue. Another piece of weed told her he'd finally emptied his pockets but she was startled to a stop as a door opened before her. Smiling up in the direction of the ceiling hoping that the TARDIS could see she was truly grateful she slipped inside, and stopped suddenly in the doorway.
It was the most amazing bathroom she had ever seen, better than anything she could have ever imagined. The 'tub' was more like a swimming pool, the wall of glass gave her a view of the stars that they were lazily passing by, there were stone arches under benches, and several doors off of the room. Treading closer to the nearest door, the small plaque read as 'Sauna' and Clara's eyes almost popped in surprise. She'd been sharing a bathroom with two kids for what reason!?
Clara was too awestruck to notice the Doctor's tweed jacket hanging up in a cubicle and his shirt crumpled next to it. She didn't see the waistcoat flung over the ornate bench carved into the wall nor the braces resting beside it and the shoes that were neatly paired beneath the bench, socks poking out from them. It was only as she stopped staring at the stars outside that Clara realised the Doctor was staring at her from the water.
"What?" She said suddenly feeling defensive.
"I thought you were keen to get all clean." He was hidden by the lip of the bath, or pool, or whatever it could be termed as and Clara wondered just how naked he was. Eventually spying the clothes scattered around her she was mostly thankful that she didn't spot any underwear in the pile of smelly clothes. Mostly thankful, a little part of her was disappointed.
"I am but you're in there." She said, feeling suddenly awkward around her mostly nude Doctor.
"Clara it's a big bath, we can share?"
'Was he that genuinely naive?' She pondered as she dropped her converse noisily on the tiled floor before heading over to another bench. Feeling brave, and determined to test her sudden hypothesis that the Doctor did not always realise the implications of his words, she sat to strip off her damp tights, rolling the stained fabric down her legs and ignoring the noise the Doctor made. Clara pulled her hair down from its ponytail and fiddled with the dress's button at the back of her neck. She spied the Doctor suddenly swimming away, determined to hide from her stripping. She smirked; and answered her hypothesis, he really was that naive.
Grinning again Clara pulled the wet fabric off her body, deciding that her underwear doubled up as a bikini and slipped into the warm water. Diving beneath to get rid of the scum in her hair Clara felt the heat of the water relax muscles and take off the top layer of grime. When she surfaced she spotted the Doctor at the far end of the 'bath' and swam towards him. She fought to hide a smirk as he seemed to cower and fumble in the water, flailing slightly as she rested beside her.
"You're right." She turned to face her scarlet faced Doctor.
"Hmm, what? You're making no sense…" He was doggedly staring at the ceiling, fingers twitching on the marble lip of the pool, tapping nervously on the stone.
"It is big enough to share." She grinned and caught his eye as she pushed from the edge. "Is there any shampoo? Body wash?" She lazily floated towards the plinth in the centre of the pool.
"Erm yes, yes." She raised an eyebrow as he stuttered. "Oh shut up." He grumbled and swam after her. She watched with a slightly startled look as he pulled himself up on the stonework and opened a wooden cabinet in the far corner. She couldn't pretend that she wasn't staring at his skinny body, he was in no way muscly and that was her normal type so she was surprised to realise she appreciated what she saw in front of her. As the Doctor continued rummaging through bottles, reading labels under his breath, Clara carried on analysing the Doctor's physique. He was lean, there was a hidden power beneath the pale skin. He looked like he'd wimp out in a fight but as she unashamedly stared at the man before she realised he was the underdog but would undoubtedly win.
"Ahh we have pomegranate, orange, strawberry, raspberry, mint, teatree, honey, lemon, lime, all citrus fruits, all berry fruits, ginger, ginseng, coconut…" She was so busy staring at the sonic screwdriver patterned boxer shorts she hadn't realised he gathered a number of bottles in his arms.
"Coconut please." She said without missing a beat as he extracted the creamy white bottle and launched it in her direction. It missed and sank to the bottom, falling with a clunk. She slipped beneath the water and missed the Doctor's slack face as her legs replaced her face as she kicked her way down to the bottom. The sight of her legs made him blush and he spun hastily back to the wooden armoire. She resurfaced, coconut body wash in hand and looked at it critically.
"Did you say shampoo as well?" The Doctor called over his shoulder and was surprised when she hauled herself out of the pool, coming to stand next to him.
"That will probably be more difficult." She pondered and squeezed out her dripping hair. She studied the seemingly endless collection of shampoos and conditioners, tempted to try the boutique brands clustered at one end, but knowing that her ever fussy hair would probably detest something new and instead she combed the shelves for something more suitable. Finally spying her standard shampoo tucked away in a corner, she turned back to the Doctor with a smile, only for him to be apparently absent from the room.
She never realised that the Doctor had taken a step back and was unabashedly staring at her. She never realised that the Doctor was unconsciously committing her to memory, taking in every curve, from the shape of her calves to her thighs, her hips, ribs, breasts, shoulders. Every inch of her skin that was bare to him and he didn't miss the burgundy coloured bra and matching Brazilian knickers that bared all too much skin for his morals to take.
Turning around abruptly he strode to the other end of the room, and slid almost noiselessly into the deepest part of the bath, sinking beneath to settle on the floor, determined to remove the images of a nearly naked Clara from his head. When he resurfaced, slightly breathless he was startled to find Clara was right in front of him.
"Trying to drown yourself Doctor?" She quizzed before paddling back to the edge where three bottles were lined up.
"Not at all." He coughed slightly treading water as she frowned. "There's a shower over there." He pointed, still trying not to stare at his dark haired companion.
"Brilliant that'll be so much easier." The Doctor groaned as she pulled herself out of the pool again, making his view of her almost naked backside so much more prominent and he turned in the water.
"You have an algae patch on the back of your left thigh!" He called out without thinking and Clara laughed.
Clara felt like she was in some kind of dream; the beautiful bathroom with a breath-taking view, a swimming bath that was deliciously warm, now large mosaic covered shower stalls with at least four different shower heads, and one interesting shower companion. Stepping under a jet of water Clara doggedly removed all the green stains that were still across her body. She'd never realised how weird it was to shower in a bra and knickers; even after swimming at the public pool with Angie and Artie, she normally had a quick rinse in her bikini to get rid of the chlorine, and she would shower properly back at home.
It felt entirely alien. Snickering at her mental choice of wording, she turned to look for her alien and found the spacious bathroom empty. Frowning slightly she stepped from the stream of water she realised both his and her clothes were gone but there were two towels in their place and a dressing gown hanging neatly from a peg. Feeling slightly rebellious Clara peeled off her underwear and set about washing herself properly, which she was thankful for as she found another bit of weed-grass in her bra.
"Oh disgusting." She grumbled. The pounding water on her head and muscles, ridded any trace of the disgusting swamp water and plants from her body and she found herself singing.
"We don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time oh noo." She trilled and sashayed her way out of the water forgetting she was naked and in the TARDIS.
It was only as she had one of the fluffy towels wrapped around her body, sopping wet underwear in hand that she realised a paralysed, full dressed Doctor was in the doorway. He was crimson cheeked and gaping like a fish. Mortification washed over her but Clara resolutely wrapped the second towel around her hair, making sure the first was secured properly.
"Doctor?" She play acted at being cool while cringing that the Doctor had seen her naked and singing to her hearts content.
"I came to say your clothes are being washed…" He mumbled and Clara swore she could hear the TARDIS laughing at the pair of them.
"Okay…" Neither of them moved. "Thanks…"
"Oh I brought your some body lotion to add to the rest of the potions you've used today." He was still bright red.
"Doctor…" Clara pulled on her brave act once more and grinned cheekily – she'd been his companion for long enough to know when she was teasing him now.
"Yes…" His eyes were darting from her face to the windows, to the pool, to the underwear in her hands and then back to her face.
"You act like you've never seen a naked woman before." She raised one eyebrow, challenging him. He coughed, spluttered and made some incoherent protests but she said nothing, just smiling at him, daring him to say something useful.
"Shut up!" He settled on his rebuttal and she snorted with laughter.