Hiatus is getting to me and so I decided to write some cute Clara/ Doctor fluff. Mild drunkenness ensues. I own nothing! The characters are the BBC's and Steven Moffat's!
"That's absurd!" The doctor shouted into Clara's ear, his arm heavy around her small shoulders.
Clara huffed, both from frustration and exhaustion. Sometimes she just didn't know why she put up with him. She looked over at his creased brow and pouted lips. He was just so cute. Oh, that's why I put up with him, she thought.
" Stop shouting love, you're going to wake the neighbors," Clara did her best to keep her voice calm and level. "It's really not that absurd how smashed you are when you consider how much you drank."
The doctor spun around, pulling his right arm away from her to point in her face. His left hand came up to rest on his hip in a sassy gesture. "This is your fault," he slurred, yet somehow managed to sound like an adamant child.
Where did this go wrong?I should have cut him off when his dancing went from bad to atrocious.He was never a prima ballerina but at least he has rhythm. Usually. That's it. "Oi! Don't get fresh with me, spaceman!" Clara mirrored his posture and stuck her finger in his face. " I didn't even know you alien boys could get drunk! you should be thankful I'm here to take care of you. Let's not forget I could've easily left you in the tube after the vomit incident."
The doctor took on the appearance of a scolded child. "Fine," he muttered as he kicked at pebbles around his feet and tugged at his bowtie.
"Come on," Clara smiled, reassuring him she wasn't mad, and pulled his arm back around her shoulder.
Once they climbed the stairs to her loft she needed only to put him to bed.
The doctor flopped onto the couch and Clara went to retrieve him some blankets. By the time she returned he was out cold. Clara sat at his feet and removed his shoes. She tucked him in as you would a young child. When he slept he did appear that way, innocent. It was strange for Clara seeing him so peaceful. Seeing him like that she could almost forget the way his eyes darkened when he thought no one was looking. he could never forget those he couldn't save, those he lost and those he sacrificed.
She couldn't help returning the peaceful smile he wore at the moment. She kissed his forehead and stood up, walking to the light switch.
" Goodnight, chin," she whispered as the room darkened.