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CHAPTER 2
Just kissing. She was just kissing him. But it was enough to enfuriate the Doctor. John's hands were clutching her waist, crushing her to him, and he'd occasionally slide his hands along her sides. Her left hand was in his hair and her right hand was wound around his neck. Their bodies were closely pressed, too closely.
The Doctor was enraged. He felt hate and anger boil up inside of him, starting in his hearts and pulsing through his vains until they reached his toes and the tips of his hair.
He charged into the room, pushed a shocked Clara aside, and punched John square in the nose so quickly, that anyone watching would have said it was almost alien, which, in fact, it was.
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" the Doctor screamed, grabbing her by her arm.
John looked shocked and slightly agitated, but mostly scared.
"Are you two-" he started.
"Yes!" the Doctor responded without thinking. Only to protect Clara, he lied to himself.
Clara grinned and giggled and staggered in circles around the Doctor, clearly intoxicated. His Clara wasn't the one snogging John Lenon, drunk Clara was. A wave of relief rushed through him.
"Clara, were going," he mumbled, cutting short her drunken parade around him and hauling her out the door, down four blocks, all the way to the TARDIS.
When they got in, he laid Clara down in a bedroom and rifled through cabinets, finally finding a syringe that cured hangovers and drunken fits. He steadied her and pressed the plunger into her arm. When it was emptied, he sat next to her and waited for it to work.
"Doctor," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
He looked down at her, smiled, and stroked her cheek. "Don't worry about it, my little soufflé. You're alright."
"We only snogged, I promise," she slurred, voice still thick with alcohol's toll on her.
"Okay."
"Doctor?"
"Yes, Clara."
"Will you kiss me?" she asked.
"Maybe someday."
"Maybe now."
It's drunk talk, he thought. When would he ever again be able to kiss Clara Oswin Oswald? She'd forget about it in the morning. So he leant down and pressed their lips together. Clara's eyes fluttered closed as he put one arm against her shoulder and and his other hand slid gently into her hair. His hearts started beating quickly, too, as she curled her arms around his torso. She kissed with such patience and control and gentleness, something no intoxicated person could kiss like.
"Clara," he whispered, softly pulling away just a centimeter, eliciting a whimper from the girl. "You're not drunk anymore, are you?"
She grinned and opened her eyes to see the Doctors warm pupils gazing into hers. "No, Doctor."
He cocked his head and looked confused. "Come and rescue me, Chin-Boy, and show me the stars," she breathed into his ear, and they kissed again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it's short, but fluff is super cute so yeah. Review!
