Prompt #2: RAPTURE

Series: Doctor Who

Characters: Jenna Louise Coleman and Matt Smith

A/N: Hello again! Thanks for all of your positive feedback; it has been very much appreciated. Someone noticed me of a typo in the last chapter, so if you read that, sorry. Haha, I think I rushed up a bit the first chapter so a small typo escaped me! Let's get down to business (to defeat the Huns?) with this new drabble we've got here. Today, I ventured in the relationship of Matt and Jenna's, I don't know if they like each other or not, but I gotta say they've got some serious chemistry working between them, so this oneshot was born. This is dedicated to my friend Brian, he is #2 in roll call. I hope you enjoy this if you are reading this. I'm sorry if it has been too much, but I've been studying for my finals throughout all week and I also have my dance recital due this Saturday, for which I've been rehearsing for hours on end. And I'm very much tired. Thanks again for your patience, read on!

RAPTURE:

n.

1. The state of being transported by a lofty emotion; ecstasy.

2. An expression of ecstatic feeling. Often used in the plural.

3. The transporting of a person from one place to another, especially to heaven.

tr.v.rap·tured, rap·tur·ing, rap·tures

To enrapture.

The 23th of November of 2013 marked the 50th anniversary to Doctor Who, the series she was enacting the character of Clara Oswald for. It had been so much fun, meeting Matt at the beginning of series seven, and then in the making of The Day Of The Doctor. Then she met Billie and John and David and it was the most fun she had forever in the set. David was the funniest guy she had ever met, followed closely by Matt, of course. Billie was a relief to her, some girl talk here and there as well as some tips for her career. John had been such a sweetie to her and of course she couldn´t just forget Matt. Matt who was the sweetest guy in the world to her, her rock and anchor in this business she was delving in, and he was such a good friend. Whenever he took her hand in his to make a scene in some part, she would feel an electrical surge pouring from his skin to hers. Butterflies danced in her belly and she almost fell on her bum once when he had touched her cheek with such gentleness. A gentleness nobody had ever graced her with. His eyes held so much warmth and his beautiful smile made her lips curl in a peaceful grin. Oh, she was so smitten, like she had never been. She liked how he towered over her in a protective fashion, or how little to no personal space whatsoever she had when he was near. Pulling his body close to hers, unintentionally, like a piece of metal being attracted by a powerful magnet. And when he pulled her close to hug her, 'oh, my stars!' she´d go and blush profusely, gripping at the back of his jacket, never wanting to let go of his embrace. But in that moment she wasn't herself, she was the spunky and sassy Clara, and Matt was the ancient and wise Doctor. But who would ever judge her if she ever wished her character was real and his was real too? They could be together. Or maybe not, Moffat was like God, he acted in such mysterious ways that he always kept guessing the fans. And also making them cry. But that's another story for another time.

At the end of the film, just when she kisses the Doctor lightly near the lips (but never ever in the lips), and rubs her thumb against his cheek, oh how she wishes Moffat had conjured a kiss in the lips just for her! If only she could kiss him in the lips again like in the Snowmen! Just a tiny peck on the lips and that´s it, but no, sometimes you get what you want, and others, you just don't get them at all. Would it be safe to say that she wished Matt to look at her like he did when he was the Doctor and she was Clara? Jenna, who was in fact quite shy in contrast to the character she portrayed, wanted Matt all for herself. Who would be crazy enough to say that he wasn't the cutest, dorkiest and most gorgeous man in the whole of the world? Jenna always found herself mesmerized by him. All of him, his face, his hands, the way he smiled, how he smelled and the velvety sound of his voice made her go all pudding-like in the knees. But she doesn't complain one bit, it was the very least she could have of Matt. For her, it was all she could get. Or that was what she thought before the release of The Day Of The Doctor.

Just that day they were releasing the film into the theaters around London and the rest of the world, Matt proposed a very odd idea to Jenna. He wanted to see the special in the theater as a normal person would, without the cameras, the big flashes and oh, the paparazzi. So he just knocked that afternoon relentlessly Jenna's door. Jenna was in that moment watching telly and exterminating her Belgian chocolate ice cream pot that could feed a party of twenty five-year-old kids high on candy floss. She was wearing her favourite Flutter Shy pajamas and her hair done up in a messy bun. When she heard the door being mutilated multiple times she sighed and got up from her comfy sofa, taking her ice cream with her. Her nude feet made their way from the cozy carpet to the cold wooden panes of the floor. When she opened her door, she had expected to see the pizza man or old lady Josie from flat number thirteen asking her if she could get her lazy cat from the top of the closet. What she did not expect was Matt Smith, in the flesh, and wearing a long raincoat, covering his face. She almost dropped her big bowl of ice cream from the shock. And all she was wearing were her bloody My Little Pony pj´s!

"Hey there, Jenna! Can I come in?" he exclaimed, grin perched atop his lips, green eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Y-yeah, come on in, want some ice cream?" she provided numbly, cheeks coloring when he gave her a funny once over, noticing her pajamas, and raising his eyebrow, amazed at her red cheeks for a moment.

"So you like MLP, then?" he asked, sitting on the sofa, kicking out his shoes. His raincoat still bound around him, he put his hands inside his pockets.

"Yeah, been a fan since last year. Did you know they have a pony that looks like a pony version of the Doctor?" she said, taking the other side of the couch, sitting her feet on Matt's lap, digging into her ice cream again.

"Nope. Hey, can I get a spoonful of that?" he asked, removing his raincoat, showing off his flannel pajama bottoms and his banana T-shirt. He noticed the chocolate moustache Jenna had and chucked at her from his perch on the coach. "Belgian chocolate again, Jenna? I would say you have a problem and that you need an intervention, but I´m banana balls over Belgian chocolate too." He said, putting his feet up in the coffee table as he made grabby hands to Jenna for her to pass on the bowl of ice cream.

"So, I don´t want to seem pushy or whatever, but, what are you doing in my flat, O Time Lord?" She asked, licking her upper lip to clean the excess of chocolate there. But her tongue wasn't long enough to reach her nose, so she just shrugged and passed Matt the bowl of her favourite chocolate.

"I was wondering if I could watch the Doctor Who special with you in your flat. Would that be okay with you?" he asked, taking a big spoonful and swallowing, closing his eyes, because 'holy crap, this ice cream is the best!'

"Yup, totally fine with me." She said, popping the 'p' as she got her blue, fluffy blanket over the two of them, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of them.

The afternoon continued like this, Jenna and Matt sitting comfortably in Jenna's couch, eating junk food and laughing at the many memories they held of the making of series seven. Like the time Matt was twirling around the console room and his feet caught on some of the stray wires lying in the ground. It was fair to say that he fell unceremoniously on his bum, the air catching up in his throat. Or maybe the time where Jenna fell down the red fluid in Crimson Horror when she was pinching Matt's cheeks whilst he was in the tub full of red goo. Because she surprised him so, he took her arm and threw her in with him. Needless to say, Moffat wasn't a happy camper that day.

Over the hours they found themselves more and more near to each other, the space between them was reducing and their shoulders touching slightly. Until she had her head nestled in the crook of his neck and his arm found its way around Jenna's waist. And the telly was playing just the scene Jenna had problems with. The kiss-on-the-cheek scene, where she had wanted to kiss him fully on the lips, snogging for quite some time until Moffat had to separate them. Obviously, that only happened in her head. She was lucky enough to receive hugs and chaste pecks on her cheeks, courtesy of Matt. She was concentrating so much in the telly, the no-kiss scene, that she didn't even notice Matt looking at her the whole time. In fact, she was so focused in hiding her flustered heartbeat and her blushed cheeks from Matt that his constant staring passed unnoticed to her. He had passed the past two hours glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, and last thirty minutes looking at her relentlessly without much of a blush. He was just sitting there, with Jenna at his side, watching with rapt attention as she blinked, smiled, frowned and ate her ice cream. He was enraptured by her flushed cheeks, her messy hair, the chocolate stains surrounding her mouth. The way her brown eyes shined with tears, how she smiled, her lips curving into that sweet smile he only knew, he wanted to have her all for himself. He deemed himself very lucky, to work alongside such natural beauty. To have her friendship invested in him. How huggable she was when he embraced her, how she snuggled up into his arms and all the warmth that spread through his entire being, it was endearing. Whenever he looked at her, his heart would double beat, and he would try to calm his heart down just enough so people in Ireland could stop hearing his accelerated heart. He was sure people were woken up at night to the sound of the incessant drum that was his heart when he thought of Jenna just before falling asleep.

So when the scene where Clara came to kiss the Doctor's cheek, he looked at her again. Just enough to catch in her eyes the same longing he had. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he wetted his lips yet again (some bad habit he was trying to break). He had Jenna in his lap in a second, and in other he was peering into her eyes. She squealed from the surprise and her ice cream bowl came tumbling down the couch. Both looked at each other, enraptured in the eyes of the other, and just when the final credits were rolling down the telly, they were kissing softly. After the screen turned black and sounds stopped pouring out the telly, they separated.

"Wow." She said, eyes shining and with a playful smile perched on her face.

"You've got no idea how much I wanted Moffat to include this kind of kiss in the anniversary special." He whispered to her, face heating up instantly.

"Make it double."

The night I laid my eyes on you
I felt everything around me move
Got nervous when you looked my way
But you knew all the words to sayAnd your love slowly moved right in
All this time, oh my love, where you beenMi amore
Don't you know
My love I want you so
Sugar
You make my soul complete
Rapture tastes so sweet
-Rapture by IIO