Here is the first chapter of my Whouffle, Clara Loves The Doctor. This is the prequel to Clara and Her Doctor, which will be up when I finish this story. Love you Whoufflepuffs and Whovians!

Disclaimer: I don't own Clara Oswald, The Doctor, or the TARDIS, or Doctor Who. I totally wish I did. Then Matt would still be the Doctor and there would be a lot more snogging!

Clara tiptoed as quietly as possible down the steps from her room at the Maitland's house to the front door . She grabbed her red bag from the coat rack, which held her mum's book and her birthday present from the Doctor- a small bag that was bigger on the inside- along with extra hair ties, a wallet, her phone and her spontaneous gift for the Doctor in the Time Lord bag, which was a book filled with pictures from their travels, along with a section of notes to him straight from her heart. Some had been written almost illegibly, her hands shaking as she wrote down the words she had wanted to say to him for what felt like months being poured out onto paper for him to read that Wednesday night.

After closing and locking the door behind her, she stood on the front porch, leaning against the wall of the outside of the house. She heaved a sigh, not sure of what he would say when he read what she had written. The thought almost horrified her, What if he simply shrugged it off, laughed, or didn't do anything at all? She shook her head, making sure to bury the bad thoughts with good ones. He had said she was the only mystery worth solving. He had always looked at her like she was the only person in the room. He had always held her hand and touched her face when she needed him the most, and had been on time each Wednesday, not a minute later than 22:00 exactly.

Clara looked down at her watch. 21:59:55. She looked up, and heard the sound of the TARDIS materialising, and couldn't help but smile as it landed with a dull thud. She bounded to the doors, which opened just before she would have come into contact with them. She jumped straight into the Doctor's arms, where he spun her around in a circle, smiling against her shoulder. After being set down onto the floor, she said to him, 'I got you a present. NO PEEKING! Close your eyes.' After he did so, she dug in the bag, and brought out the album, which was made to look like the TARDIS exterior. 'Open! It's bigger on the inside. I…wrote some things for you at the end, if you want to read them…' He smiled and hugged her. 'Thank you, Clara, I think this is the first one anyone's ever given to me.' She smiled. 'I want to give you a lot of firsts.'

He opened up the book, sitting down in one of the two airplane-esque seats around the console. He patted the spot next to him, moving over. 'Come on, I want you to look at it with me.' She felt her face turn red, and she plopped herself onto the seat, her right leg frighteningly close to his left, basically pushed against it. She leaned her head on his shoulder. 'I made sure to pick up at least one thing everywhere we went. Like a piece of an asteroid when we went to Akhaten, and also a bit of ice from when we were on the submarine. It's water now, but same thing. And I got a little branch from the pocket universe, too.'

At that moment, he turned to the first of the notes. She shrank in the seat, her face becoming even redder as he read it. He smiled, and turned the page, where one of the more feeling revealing notes was. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and the gesture calmed Clara down in a heartbeat. He rubbed her arm as he turned the page, and she thought she could see his eyes shine a bit more brightly. 'Clara, I can't read it. Can you…?' She nodded, and cleared her throat, her hands shaking violently as she took the book from him.

'Dear Doctor,

You are my life. I can't tell you in a single word how happy I am when I'm with you. I wait for the week I don't see you to pass in a second, and whenever I hear you come for me, my heart beats faster than at any other time. I think about you endlessly, and I can't seem to keep you out of my mind in any way. I don't really want you out of my head. Whenever I see you and your smile, my day and my heart just brighten up the second you look at me. I want to be with you for as long as I can, because I love you more than anyone else in the Universe, and probably more than anyone I'll ever know. All I want is to be with you, whenever I can, and I live for the days I travel with you, for the days you hold my hand and touch my face when I feel like nothing is going right. Because you mean the world to me, and I want you to know that I would kiss you given the chance at all. Without a doubt, you, Doctor, are the most amasing, beautiful, helpful and caring person I have ever had the fortune to meet. I love you more than everything in the Universe.

'Clara.'

She looked back up at him, and was surprised to see him staring at her, a wide grin plastered on his face. He hugged her, tightly and warmly. 'Oh, Clara,' he said, his breath tickling her ear, 'you have no idea how nice it is to hear you say that yourself.' Clara tightened her arms around him, and shut her eyes. 'Oh, my God, I was so nervous you didn't feel the same way about me, I almost had a heart attack when you got to the first one, I can't even believe you love me t-' She was cut off mid-sentence by his lips, and she completely melted as he held her, both arms around her, keeping her there. She smiled into his mouth, and thought, 'Oh my God, he's kissing me!' He slowly pulled away, and pressed his forehead to hers. 'And that, Clara Oswald, was me telling you how I feel. How I wouldn't leave you standing out there even just a minute longer because I can't wait to see you. How I wouldn't last a day not holding your hand or holding your face. And now, I just… I think I can't last a day without holding you in my arms.'

Clara couldn't believe what she had heard. She almost asked him to repeat himself, but thought twice; He took things the wrong way so easily, and to say that could have broken his heart. She couldn't, no, she wouldn't ever let that happen to him. Not after what he had gone through losing, she didn't want to bear the burden of hurting him. So, instead, she said the first thing that rolled out of her mouth. 'I never thought you'd say it for me.' She didn't even move when she felt her eyes begin to drop, didn't start for her bedroom. She didn't want to ruin the first real embrace they had shared. So, even when he asked her if she would rather go to her room, she shook her head. 'No,' she said, holding onto his jacket and pulling herself even closer to him. 'I want to sleep right here, with you.'

And they did just that.

Clara slowly opened her eyes, noticing that the lights in the console room were so dark, they were almost off. The only light was from the glowing column at the centre of the console, and the blue lights in the walls. She looked up, and saw that the TARDIS had made a holographic night sky, which explained the pale blue light that illuminated the otherwise dark figure she had been sleeping on.

The Doctor was still asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly as he breathed. His eyes twitched behind the lids, which Clara remembered meant dreaming was happening. She wondered what he dreamed about. His home? His family? Her? She would ask him when he woke up. But not now, when his face looked more angelic that usual, when he looked at peace, like a normal person. Well, besides the two hearts that she felt against her back.

She stretched, leaning against him and bringing an arm around his head to bring his hair out of his eyes. 'You are so beautiful,' she whispered. 'You don't think you are, because of what you did. But you are. You did it to save the universe. Had you not, I wouldn't be here with you right now. And I can't imagine life like that.' She kissed his cheek. 'Clara?' He said groggily, opening his eyes like he hadn't opened them for a year. He smiled as soon as he saw her face in front of him. 'You're awake.' He kissed her lightly. 'I heard you talking, and I never can sleep through it if I'm dead from sleep deprivation.' She laughed, and got up, stretching her arms as she did so. She began going towards her room. 'I'm going to wash up, I'll be back in an hour or so.' The Doctor nodded and stayed in the seat, smiling and closing his eyes again.

Clara walked up the stairs, winding her way through the hallway to the bathroom. She turned on the warm water, hurrying to her bedroom to grab a dress and ballet flats, and then going back to the shower, closing the door behind her. As she undressed, she went through what the Doctor had told her the night before, about how he couldn't stand making her wait even a minute longer than 22:00, how he couldn't last a day without some form of contact with her. She had thought it all to be a dream, even falling asleep with him. But waking up, she had realised that it wasn't a dream, that he really did love her. The words bounced around joyfully in her head as she stepped into the shower, not even getting washed, just standing against the wall, letting the hot water soak her hair and skin. Only when the TARDIS let out a jet of cold did she see the machine was tired of her revelling her dream from the night before (where some pretty risky things happened) and wanted her to get out before more ice water drenched her.

Hope you liked what I have so far! Please review, and feel free to give me any ideas at all. I'm all ears!