A/N: YAY thank you for all your feedback on the sexy scene! Hopefully it'll be even better next time ;)

Clara dreamt she was floating. A sea of the bluest blue there was with golden swirls of stars, she never seen anything so beautiful. She allowed it to consume her till she heard his voice.

"Clara!" the Doctor shouted but of course she already knew who it was. He reached for her hands and enveloped her into his embrace, stroking her hair and pressing soft kisses on the crown of her head.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she murmured into his chest.

"Not as beautiful as you."

"Doctor, that's so cheesy!" she looked up at him, his eyes lighter from the gold reflections of light.

"It's time to wake up now," he cupped her cheek and she blinked rapidly as he blurred.

"Doctor?" he was drifting away now, fading into the blue. "Doctor?!" she cried before jolting awake.

"Doctor!" she gasped into his neck as she woke up. The Doctor murmured something unintelligently into her hair before pulling her closer. Her heart pace slowed as she realised it was just a dream. A wonderfully terrifying dream. She shuddered as she pulled the covers over them higher. The Doctor now began to wake up, twisting his body ever so slightly before opening his eyes groggily.

"Morning." He grinned lazily.

"Hello." She said softly. His eyes trailed from hers to her bare chest. "My face is right here," she pointed and smiled cheekily. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her good morning before placing small ones all over her face.

"Mmm." She hummed, body fully relaxed from last night.

"Clara," he whispered. "Last night was just... the best night of my life."

Her heart caught in her throat as she soaked in what he said. His eyes searched her face for a response and she was overtaken by her newly recognised feelings for him. She didn't want to bottle them in anymore but was scared he would be taken aback from them if she revealed them too soon.

"You...really?" she asked in a timid voice. He nodded and smiled.

"How could it not be?"

"I don't know, I guess I assumed that maybe you ha—"

"Nope, never. Nothing could ever compare to what we shared last night."

The amount of security in his voice warmed her heart and she smiled dumbly at him, tracing his jaw line.

"Was it...was it the same for you?" he asked in a shy manner, propping his torso up on his elbow as he gazed down at her, holding her hand.

"It certainly was." She entwined their fingers and stared at how much smaller her hand was compared to his.

"I want to—" her eyes met his again and he groaned, cupping her cheek again and leaning over her.

"Clara, I think I love you."

Her breath hitched and time seemed to pause as she realised what he just said.

"You think?" her cheeks began to turn upward, forming a broad smile.

"OK, OK, I know I love you."

"Why?" she wanted to pull his strings, and he knew it.

"Because you're...kind and smart and funny and you have a way with making everything seem right in the world. And I love your laugh, your dimples, your shiny soft hair, the way your body fits against mine as if it's the missing piece to my puzzle. Clara, you're—you're everything to me. It's impossible how perfect you are in every way for me. And I'm the happiest I've ever been today because I got to wake up this morning to your face, and I've realised that your face is the only face I ever want to wake up to," he let out a breath as he finished his last words.

She stroked his messy brown hair now, taking in every word he just said to her heart, blinking back the wetness that was starting to form in her eyes.

"Doctor—" she started shakily, "I know you love me. I felt it in the way you touched me last night and the truth is I love you, too." A second passed before the brightest smile she ever seen him wear took over his face and she knew in that moment she would do whatever it took to keep him that way.

"Well, that's just—" his voice was thick before he lowered her back into the pillows and kissed her. She wrapped her arm around his back and her other hand tangled in his fluffy hair as he grasped her hips and whispered declarations of love as they broke apart each time. She traced her name onto his back, feeling it quiver from her touch and she smiled into their kiss.

"I think we're pretty lucky, don't you?" she whispered as she pulled away, looking at him through hooded eyes.

"Yes we rather are." He swept her hair back and rested his forehead against hers. "In fact, we might even be incredible." She laughed and tapped his nose before her eyes widened at the feel of him hardening against her thigh.

"Doc...tor?" she asked.

He blushed and shrugged, "Can't really help it."

"Well let me take care of that for you." She smirked and moved down closer to him.

The two finally gained their energy back after an intense, heated morning and laid side by side on top of her covers, still out of breath.

"Oh my stars!" Clara cried, her vision still a daze.

"That was...amazing."

"You never fail to surprise me," she laughed as she looked over to him.

"What can I say? I'm a man of many talents," he joked.

She scooted closer to him before throwing her leg over his. "I'm so happy I've got a few days off from school."

"Me too." He turned his head and kissed her forehead.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" she asked, rubbing his chest in circular patterns.

"Whatever you fancy." He muffled in her hair. Truth was, the Doctor already knew exactly what they were going to do tomorrow and was she going to be in for another surprise, he grinned to himself.


"So just pop round mine tomorrow to water the plants and pick up the mail for me." The Doctor piped into his phone.

"Yeah, yeah, I got the routine. I did used to do this for you all the time, you know...back when you took River out for your many trips together," Amy replied on the other line.

"This trip is going to be different..."

"How so, raggedy man?"

"Well for starters it's Clara and she's well...you know..."

"No, I really don't." Amy retorted.

"Oh, er...well I sort of told her I love her." He rushed.

"Doctor!" Amy cried, "Oh my god, how did she respond?!"

"She feels the same!"

"Doctor this is great news!"

"I feel like I'm the luckiest man in the universe, Amy."

"So this is definitely...it, then?"

"It sure feels like it. From the beginning, it's always been different with her. It's natural—like we were always meant for this," he blushed.

"Wow Doctor, if we had known you two would hit it off so well Rory would have set you up earlier! So where are you going to take her tomorrow?"

"I want to take her to Gallifrey."

Amy gasped, knowing what this meant to him. "Doctor...you didn't even take River there..."

"Yeah well I didn't feel for River what I feel for Clara," he said defensively.

"Doctor I wasn't trying to—"

"I know, Pond. It's just...well, I'm properly serious about Clara. I want her to know me—all parts of me. And a great place to start would be where I was born and raised. Where my parents died..." he added softly.

"Hey, I totally get it," she murmured. "She'll love it, Doctor. Has she ever been?"

"I don't actually know," he thought and scratched his head. "Maybe, I mean...we live in a small country, it's a possibility she's been before."

"Well either way, it'll be great," the ginger said confidently.

"Hope so. So! Remember to pop over and—"

"I know, I do!"

"Thanks Pond, owe you one."

"Don't you always. Have fun with Clara, Doctor. Enjoy yourself."

"Cheers," he said and turned off the phone.

"Who was that?" Clara asked as she entered the room, combing her wet hair.

"Oh it was just Amy."

"Oh, how is she?"

"Fine, she's always fine, that one," he said as he kissed her porcelain cheek. She laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Make sure you pack some thicker layers for our trip tomorrow," he added.

"Doctor, I don't understand why you can't just tell me where we're going!" she chuckled into his skin.

"I told you, I want it to be a surprise!" he smiled, "I just hope you've never been."

"I might have, that's why you should tell me," she murmured cheekily.

"I'm not falling for that one! Besides, I don't want to disappoint you so might as well just take you and face the wrath later!" he joked.

"Well now I'm super curious."


"Clara! Are you ready?" the Doctor shouted from the door.

"Just a 'mo!" she brushed her hair once more before popping on a burgundy wool hat and meeting her impatient boyfriend.

"What took you so long?" he sighed.

"I had to use the loo one more time," she said innocently. He smiled and took her hand.

"You look rather adorable in that little hat of yours," he murmured.

"Well you did say to wear layers so here I am!" He opened the door of his tiny blue Mini for her before climbing in himself.

"So! Can you tell me where we're going yet?" she asked as he pulled onto the road.

He glanced at her sideways, taking in her beauty for the first time this morning, her eyes bright and cheeks a bit flushed from the chill outside.

"Yeah. We're heading to Gallifrey," he looked at the road straight-on, nervous to meet her eyes.

"Oh wow! I've always wanted to go!" she exclaimed, clearly excited.

"Really you've never been? It's pretty close to Lancashire." He placed a hand on her knee and stroked her thigh.

She shook her head, "No we didn't go many places after mum got ill..."

"Oh Clara, I'm sorry..."

She smiled softly, "You've got nothing to be sorry about. So what will we be doing in your hometown, Doctor?"

"I just want to take you around, have you see where I was raised...went to school, you know stuff like that," he grinned.

"Well that sounds lovely." She took hold of his hand and held a smile the rest of the car ride knowing that it took him a lot to open up and share his past.


'Lo it's the Doctor, I'm not round so leave a message and I'll try to phone you back. Thanks. Beep.

"See you still haven't changed your phone message, then," a familiar voice said on the machine. "Right well you guessed it, it's me, River, remember her?" she chuckled before continuing, "I just want to catch up with you sometime...see how things are. Ring me back, you know the number." Click.

Amy paused in wiping down the Doctor's kitchen table as she heard the phone message. River?! How could that be River?! The ginger only had one thought race through her mind as she walked over to the Doctor's phone. No no no no no no. She hit the delete button quickly before pressing it again for confirmation. Her heart slowed down a bit before speeding back up again. Why the hell was River calling the Doctor for? And what if the Doctor found out she deleted her message? How would he react? But deep down Amy knew she had done the right thing. The Doctor had Clara now and she knew the small brunette made him happier than anyone's ever made him in his whole life. River was not going to ruin this.

A/N: Ahhh what's going to happen?! Please review/favourite/follow and share your thoughts! :)