Day 6: Wearing Each other's clothes

Rating: T+

Summary: The Doctor and Clara make fun of each other's clothes.

Word Count: 686

Notes: The tone of this story kinda just came to me as I was writing. It's a bit out of character, but I like Flirty!Doctor. I guess it's some sort of established relationship. I say "some sort of" because I don't really want to go through the long winded "I love you's" in this chapter, just some flirting, and a bit of… something at the end. I don't really know what to call it cause it isn't lemony at all, but it's sufficiently not for children.

So, I'm a terrible person and an even worse writer, and I had to babysit today, so I couldn't post cause this chapter wasn't ready yet, and I didn't want to post something that I wasn't finished with. So, don't hate me, and enjoy!


The Doctor had just taken off his jacket and laid it across one of the railings in the console room of the TARDIS. He was fiddling with something lose on the monitor, shirtsleeves rolled up and hair a mess.

Clara walked over to his jacket and looked at it quizzically. "Why do you wear this heavy thing? Isn't it a bit hard to run around in?"

He turned and looked at her, clearly not impressed that she wasn't impressed by his coat. "I don't know, because it's cool. Do I have to have a reason?"

"Well… Why did you pick it?"

"I got sick of my old one. Too many… bad memories."

She felt bad for making fun of his coat… but only for a second. She unzipped her own leather jacket and picked up his tweed, pulling it onto her arms.

"Look at me, I'm the Doctor… I think I'm so bloody cool."

He shot her an angry look, then picked up her leather jacket and pulled the tight fabric over his own arms.

"Look at me, I'm Clara Oswald. Is this jacket too tight? Does it make my boobs look bigger?" He stage whispered to her mockingly, "That's what I was going for."

She gasped. "I do not sound like that!"

"Well I don't sound like that!"

"You're right." She reached up and untied his bowtie, pulling it under the collar of her own shirt, and retying it. She then snatched the sonic from his trouser pocket and pointed it at him.

"I'm the Doctor. All I feel is guilt. Watch me open this locked door with my sonic screwdriver that doesn't work on wood. My jacket is long and flowy and I think that this ridiculous bowtie is cool. Where the hell is my fez?"

This time, it was his turn to gasp. "I feel more than guilt. And hey, don't diss the sonic. Or my jacket, or my bowtie."

"You feel more than guilt? Really? When?"

"Well hey, I love you, there's one. And I don't feel guilty when we… you know."

"You know…? No, Doctor. I really don't know. Please enlighten me." Clara looked smug.

"I don't feel guilty when we're…" he paused before muttering, "intimate."

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"I said… I don't feel guilty when we're… intimate."

"For god's sake, Doctor, just say 'when we have sex'. You're a big boy, you can say it."

"It just seems so…" He struggled with the word.

"I understand." She said finally.

"Good."

They smiled at each other through a comfortable silence. The Doctor removed Clara's jacket from his own body, and Clara took his off of herself. They traded jackets as they walked down the hall of the TARDIS.

Clara and the Doctor made it to his bedroom. They put their jackets on a chair in the corner, and the Doctor made his way over to his dresser.

Clara stepped over to his vanity to get her own pajamas. She glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled.

"Huh, maybe the bowtie is kind of cute."

The Doctor whipped his head around to face her. "Did you just say the bowtie was cool?"

"I never said 'cool', I said it was cute."

"Well, it looks good on you." He joked. "But I'd use a word stronger than cute."

"Would you?" She turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eye. He nodded. "You do look pretty hot with the bowtie, Doctor."

"Look who finally caught on!" He joked excitedly. "But, I think it looks hotter on you." She reached up to kiss him and he met her halfway in a passionate, lust filled kiss. She started to undo the buttons on his shirt while he got her out of her own clothes and down to her knickers.

She reached in front to undo the bowtie, but the Doctor lightly touched her hand, stopping her suddenly.

"No, keep it on." He said with a glint in his eye. Clara happily obliged, grabbed his hand and ran over to the bed, where they spent the night in a lovers' embrace.