AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, I apologize for taking so long to update this. My mind became kind of frozen on what to do next since the first chapter was only supposed to be a one shot so I wasn't really prepared to continue it. Thanks to my bff in Doctor Who runyoucleverboy-remember! :D Thanks for the help, chickadee! So on with the story!
Clara panted as she collapsed onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She turned her head to look at the Doctor who was lying next to her as she chuckled breathlessly and commented, "Well…that was…different…"
The Doctor couldn't help but smile as he reached out and wrapped an around Clara's bare waist, pulling her closer. He brushed stray damp strands of her hair off her forehead before kissing the wet skin there as Clara hummed softly and happily and added, "I need to take a shower. I have sand in unpleasant places, and the salt on my skin is making things properly uncomfortable."
The Doctor chuckled and nodded as he sat up. He got onto his feet and took Clara's hand as he pulled her to her feet. Clara traced a heart on the back of his hand, before letting go as she walked away. The Doctor watch her, wishing she would stay in the bikini she was wearing and remaining clueless to the hints she had given as he commented, "Sorry our vacation didn't go as planned, Clara. I had no idea that the Graecionin sharks had evolved to the point where they could walk on land, but—"
"Doooctooor," Clara called with an easy purr in her voice, interrupting him as she turned around, a small crooked grin animating her face. "Are you coming?"
The Doctor swallowed when he saw how dark her eyes were, and when she crooked her finger at him before turning to walk away down the hallway, he loosened his swimming trunks and chased after her.
The Doctor watched Clara sleep, her chest rising and falling as she breathed softly. She would occasionally mumble in her sleep and nuzzle her face deeper into his chest, making him smile. She was so cute when she was asleep, and he knew she would punch him gently in the arm if he told her so. She meant so much to him; she was his everything now, even more than the TARDIS especially since he knew she had been there for him even before his beloved time machine. After all, Clara had been the once to introduce him to the TARDIS, which he would be eternally grateful.
"My impossible girl," the Doctor thought as he looked at Clara and ran his fingers through her hair. Clara hummed softly in her sleep and shifted slightly. He had no idea how she was even possible, how she was even alive for him to hold her right now. He remembered when she had asked him if she and all his other companions had just been and will be ghosts to him, and he remembered with a wince thinking that if ghosts were people who keep coming back, kept haunting you, then that was what she was.
She really wasn't though. Emma had said that she was just a normal girl, but how could that be possible? Clara had died…twice. She shouldn't be alive right now, but here she was, curled up in the Doctor's arms asleep. At least, he hoped she was sleeping; her breathing was so quiet, he couldn't really tell. He poked her side just to make sure, and Clara's brow furrowed together as she squirmed slightly and gave a soft grunt in displeasure.
"W-What, Doctor?" Clara mumbled as she opened her eyes a little and yawned. The Doctor frowned. He hadn't meant to wake her up, but he knew she wanted an answer, so he smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
"Nothing, love…Sorry…Go back to sleep…"
Clara didn't need to be told twice as she curled up against his side and drifted off to sleep again. Exhaustion started to seep in and overcome the Doctor as well, so he decided to join her as he turned onto his side and wrapped his arm more tightly around her. He closed his eyes and buried his nose into the top of her head, letting sleep claim him.
"I knew you liked me," a familiar voice teased as the Doctor blinked a few times and found himself in a familiar mansion. He turned his head to look down at who had spoken, and he couldn't help the smile that carved into his face. It was Clara the barmaid! She was the first one that he had been able to see instead of just hearing like Oswin.
However, the Doctor registered what she said and a stubborn frown carved into his face as he replied indignantly, "Who says I like you?"
"You did," Clara responded easily with a flirty and playful smile carved into her face as she let her hand touch his. The Doctor opened his mouth to argue, but she gave him a lighthearted look and added, "You have said it many times, Doctor…Or did you forget how much you love me?"
The Doctor's brow furrowed together, moving his hands a little as he shifted his weight slightly and replied, "I didn't…You're just…She's not…"
"We're the same person, Doctor," Clara stated simply as she walked away from him, giving him a look that had him immediately following at her heels. "You can call me Oswin or Clara, whichever one you choose."
Clara stopped and turned around to face him, walking towards him slowly with a slight sway in her hips. The Doctor absentmindedly licked his lips as he watched her approach him; he knew the woman in front of him was the same Clara as the one from modern day 2013 – she had to be – but for some reason it still felt a little wrong for him to do this, to feel this attraction to her.
"She is the first one I met in person," the Doctor thought to himself as Clara got so close that their toes were touching, but she was still short compared to him with her head tipped back just so she could look him in the eyes. She could see the look in his eyes, and he knew she could. He knew there was no point in trying to hide that he wanted to kiss her. He had wanted to when he actually knew that Clara "Oswin" Oswald. Now was his chance to fulfill that fantasy and want that had been left unresolved when he took his 2013 Clara to what he had hoped to be 1892 London.
"Down, boy," Clara commented teasingly with a flirtatious glint in her eyes, and the Doctor immediately became flustered as he stammered, "I didn't…You just…Shut up!"
That familiar line made a smile carve into Clara's face as she stood up taller onto the tips of her toes and murmured into his ear, "It's your turn to shut up…" Her hands clasped onto the back of his neck as she pulled him down into kiss, just like she had done back when they were fighting off man-eating snowmen trying to get their icy hands on the ice woman. And just like before, the Doctor flapped his arms at first, before finally settling his hands on her hips.
After about a minute or two, Clara decided to deepen the kiss as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip, asking for entrance. The Doctor took a few moments before he finally opened his mouth to the sweep of her tongue, but once he felt it, he lost it as he pulled her closer, her body fitting snuggly into the curve of his because he had to lean down. Clara found herself being backed up towards the couch, and she couldn't help but smirk as she mumbled against his lips, "I have a bedroom upstairs, you know…"
"Then let's get going," the Doctor replied as he pulled away from the kiss and looked into Clara's dark, desire-filled eyes that were sure to match his. Clara smiled and took his hand as she eagerly led the way up the stairs and into her bedroom, pulling him along with her.
Although it took the Doctor a little while to figure out how to undo her outfit, he eventually did, stripping them both down to nothing as Clara eagerly pulled him into her bed. He still called her Oswin…
AUTHOR'S NOTE:Sooo…How did you like it? I hope you liked the chapter. :3 It was a little difficult trying to come up with ideas for this story. My bff for Doctor Who whouffle runyoucleverboy-remember is helping me with this. I'm gonna start using your idea in the next chapter. That's when you'll notice it. So! Anyways! Please review! And for those who read my other story Beyond Destruction, sorry I haven't updated and sorry I haven't given any of those who have reviewed previews yet. I'm still trying to write chapter 10 at the moment. Love all my lovely readers! :D Please review! :D
