Day 5: Kissing

Rating: T

Summary: The Doctor takes Clara home after their date.

Word Count: 1,031

Notes: Hey everyone, thanks for all the feedback! Remember that this chapter is a continuation of day 4!

The TARDIS materialized outside the Maitland's house late that night.

"Well, this is me." Clara sighed sadly.

"This is you." The Doctor replied.

Clara started walking towards the door of the TARDIS. "Wait, Clara, let me walk you to your door."

The Doctor followed her over to the Maitland's front door. They stopped under the porch light, and turned to face each other.

"I really wish I didn't have to go."

He sighed heavily. "Oh thank god, I thought I was the only one thinking that." Clara laughed loudly, diffusing some of the tension they were feeling.

"Do you want to come inside for a bit? George and the kids are probably in bed." She asked shyly.

"Sure, yeah, I'll stay for a bit." They ventured inside and went to sit in the living room.

"CLARA'S HOME!" Artie came barreling down the stairs and jumped into her lap on the couch.

"Artie, stop bothering her. She's still on a date, stupid." Angie followed right after him. "How was it, Clara?" She turned towards Clara, winking at her with a smirk on her face.

"Angie, Artie, shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Dad said we could stay up until you came home." Artie replied with a smile on his face.

"Did he now? Well, I'm home so it looks like you guys have to go to bed. Come on, up you go."

"Can you tuck me in, Clara?" Artie whispered shyly.

"Artie, she's on a date, she can't tuck you in. She probably has plans to make out with the Doctor or something." Clara's eyes went wide, and she blushed furiously.

"Angie!" She quipped back at her sharply.

"What? Just telling him the truth. Night Clara, night Doctor." She giggled running up the stairs after Artie.

Clara closed her eyes and counted to five before turning around and meeting the Doctor's eyes.

"Sorry about that, Angie, you know her age, they're… funny."

"Hm? Yeah! Teenagers, they can make some… silly… jokes."

She giggled. "They sure can. Anyways," she sat down next to him on the couch, "where were we?"

"Well, I landed the TARDIS, I walked you to the door, we established the fact that neither of us wanted to leave the other, came in and sat down, Artie came downstairs, then Angie followed, then you said they had to go to bed, then Artie asked to be tucked in, but Angie made a joke about us making out, then you ordered them to bed, made a joke about teenagers, and now we're here." He smiled at her looking quite pleased with himself.

"Alright, not quite what I had in mind, but sure, I'll take it."

"Well what did you have in mind then? Generally, when people ask 'where were we' they want me to re-iterate where we've been up until now."

She shook her head. "No. No, Doctor, you're light-years off of what it actually means."

"Well, what does it mean?"

"Do I really have to explain it to you? Were you not… married at one point? I met your… wife. She looked like the type of person to say this… stuff to you."

"She does?" He pondered. "Just… what does it mean?"

"It means, we were interrupted, this is when you kiss me! That's what it means!"

"Oh…well that doesn't make any sense at all."

Clara sighed heavily. "Just come here you space moron."

Clara gently placed her hands on either side of his neck, and brought him in for a kiss. Their lips connected softly. The Doctor was quite shy in this department, so she took control of the situation, gently bringing his bottom lip between her own, deepening the kiss.

Once the Doctor had finally gotten his footing, he gripped Clara's waist and brought her closer to him. She was so close that she was practically sitting on him.

She was positive that he could hear her heartbeat; it was pounding in her chest. She could feel the double pulse in her fingers that were still lightly touching his neck.

The Doctor's lips had been taking over her own, putting him in control. Clara knew things were going to get heated quite quickly. She was all for it until…

"OH! Clara…" George Maitland had come through the hall.

Clara immediately jumped to the other side of the couch, away from the Doctor. She was the colour of a ripe tomato. "Hello George. Sorry, thought you were in bed…"

"NO, no, no, don't let me ruin the end of your date, the kids just told me you had gotten home, and I didn't hear you come up, and nobody was talking so I just wanted to see how it went, but I guess I got my answer. I'll just get some water and be off—"

Clara ran after him into the kitchen, signaling the Doctor to wait on the couch. "I'm so sorry George, it won't happen again."

"Nonsense, Clara. You're an adult, and this is your home as well. I can't tell you what you can and can't do."

"Yeah, but what if the kids—"

"Don't worry your head about it. Don't let us spoil your date. Seems like you had a good time."

She gasped in mock disbelief. "George! Stop, you're embarrassing me." The two laughed as they walked out of the kitchen.

"I'll get out of your hair now. Goodnight Clara, goodnight Doctor."

"Goodnight George." The two said in unison.

"What was all that about?" The Doctor turned to Clara.

"Nothing really, just George being a friend."

"Oh, okay. I think that's my signal to head out. It is getting late; you should get some sleep. Should I come by tomorrow for lunch?"

Clara nodded biting her lip. "Sounds lovely." She walked him over to the front door.

"Well, until tomorrow then."

"Until tomorrow, Doctor."

Once again, Clara rose up onto her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him goodbye. They broke apart, and he left. She turned around and slid down the door until she was sitting on the mat. She lightly brought her fingers up to her lips, remembering the feeling of his own planted there not minutes ago.