Thank you so much for the reviews and favourites on my last chapter! They mean so much to me and really make me want to keep writing, especially as this is my first fic. So, thank you :)

This is just going to be a series of little drabbles that pop into my head...I don't think I know enough about Clara to be able to convincingly write her in a multi-chaptered story!

Here's a bit more of a T rated chapter for you ;)

He tried to convince himself that he was only drawn to the mystery of who she was and absolutely not the way that her eyes lit up when he showed her a new galaxy, or that strand of hair that wasn't quite long enough to fit behind her ear, or the way she'd fit perfectly under his chin when he hugged her. And, of course, he only hugged her to be friendly – a shared friendly gesture in moment of excitement or relief or just plain happiness after a particularly thrilling adventure. No, the Doctor was most definitely not falling for Clara Oswald. Most definitely not at all.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice her coming up behind him. "Hello, dreamer," she teased.

He jumped. "Oh! Clara, you-"

"Hope I wasn't interrupting any...private thoughts," she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"What? Private? I..no...not at all..." he stuttered. This girl would be the absolute death of him, especially since he knew she loved every second of making him flustered.

Clara winked. "Come on then, spill, what's on your mind?"

"I...nothing...GAH!" he faltered for a moment. "I'm not a dreamer!"

"Oh chinboy, don't you pout at me," teased Clara.

"I most certainly...you...I do not pout!"

"You do, and it's an absolutely gorgeous one," she almost purred at him and the Doctor stumbled backwards in an attempt to clear his head. He wasn't falling for her. He wasn't. However this wasn't one of his better ideas as Clara now had him trapped between the wall and her body – the latter of which was advancing persistently on him.

"I...Clara, you're um," his voice trailed off and he couldn't think straight any more. She was very close, closer than she'd ever been and he really didn't want to admit to himself that he was liking the proximity altogether far too much.

"I'm what?" she asked innocently. He opened his mouth to attempt to form the muddled words in his head into an incredibly witty remark but she'd already yanked his head down to meet her lips and she was kissing him for all she was worth and he really, really didn't know what to do and oh god his hands! Where did he put his hands? He couldn't keep thrashing them around in the air - her shoulders? Her face? He settled for her hips which seemed to please her because she pressed her body even closer to his and he desperately tried not to give into the sharp feeling of lust coursing through his body but as the kiss slowed and she tentatively slipped her tongue into his mouth he finally gave into the feelings that begged for dominance. And the Doctor knew that he most definitely wasn't falling for her - he'd already fallen long ago.