A/N: Just a really quick drabble fic that was created Halloween (on Tumblr)! You know which of Jenna's outfits I'm talking about here, don't cha? :) Enjoy!
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"Clara," the Doctor called from the Console Room. "Did you find what you needed?"
About forty minutes earlier, the Doctor had landed outside the Maitland's after receiving a frantic call from his dear companion. She had run right past him into the the TARDIS wardrobe and he'd only picked up a few broken words about her Halloween costume getting torn up and being late for a party.
Of course, the TARDIS was probably the best costume shop in the universe. You could have anything you wanted in a thousand different patterns or colors.
"Thank you so much, Doctor!" He could hear her and her heels even before he saw her.
"Anytim—" The words died in his throat when Clara walked past him on the way to the door as she fiddled with her hair.
"See you on Wednesday then?" She looked over her shoulder and smiled.
"CLARA!" He frowned and put his hands on his hips.
Surprised by his abruptness and seemingly angry tone, Clara halted and turned back towards him.
"What?!" She asked in alarm. "What's wrong?"
The Doctor looked several shades darker than normal and was perhaps moments from frothing at the mouth.
"What in the name of Yazetporgl are you wearing?" His arms flailed wildly about him.
"Who?" She frowned.
"I-it looks like you took all your clothes off and painted black liquid rubber all over yourself!" He stuttered. And spluttered.
Clara giggled and looked down at herself. "I know, right?"
The bodysuit had called out to her as soon as she'd laid eyes on it. The shiny black thing left her arms and a good amount of cleavage bare, but the rest of her down to her feet was a second skin of shiny, sinful blackness that was surprisingly comfortable. She'd also found ridiculously high heels that made it feel like she was walking on clouds. It should not have been possible. But, Clara figured it was some TARDIS voodoo she still had to get used to.
"YOU ARE NOT GOING OUT IN THAT!" The Doctor shook his head vehemently. His eyes were wide as saucers. "No no no. No way!"
"Why not?" She chuckled at the Doctor's reaction.
She took a step back towards him and crossed her arms. "You don't think I look good?"
"Well… well, of course you do." It took a moment for him to get his voice to cooperate. "Too good. That is not a Halloween costume!"
"And, what costume would you have me wear?" Clara took another step.
"I don't know," he flailed again. "Cowgirl? A princess? Astronaut?"
"It might have escaped you, Doctor," she laughed. "That I'm not eight years old."
"But… but… but you're all…. shiny." He hands waved up and down indicating her person. "And… and curvy…"
Clara had to stifle another giggle as the Doctor waved his hands in the vicinity of her chest and then mimicked the curve of her hips.
"Yes." She whispered as she moved in front of him. "That was the idea."
The Doctor very visibly swallowed as he looked at Clara's usually sweet face now enticingly enhanced by black eyeliner and blood red lipstick. It was unusually hot in the Console Room. Something must've been wrong with the environmental controls.
"It's Halloween, Doctor." She winked cheekily. "I want people to look. It's just for fun. One night!"
"You do?" He frowned again. "No! People should not be looking at you. They'll have thoughts. Thoughts of things and you and…"
"People like you?" Clara smirked. "What thoughts are you having?"
The Doctor looked scandalized. He said words, but they made no sense nor did they fit together in a normal sentence. However, Clara noted that he had not stopped looking. His eyes, dark and dilated, had not left her once since she exited the wardrobe.
"Well, I'm going." She said taking pity on his flailing. Clara was sure his arms were going to fall off at some point with all the crazy gestures he was making.
"Clara!" He whined.
"If you're so worried," she smiled saucily. "Why don't you come with me? I'm sure there will be young people to do young things with."
He looked at her then, even fiercer than before. For a moment, a long moment, Clara wasn't sure what he was going to do or say. She could've sworn that he was beginning to lean down towards her making the breath catch in her throat.
Her gaze dropped to his lips. As usual, they caught her attention longer than she would've liked to admit. They looked so soft and warm. She longed to feel them against hers— pliable and tender at first and then firm and unyielding afterwards. Clara licked her lips. He noticed.
"Well," the Doctor groaned and grasped her hand so tightly in his it felt like he was never going to let go. "I suppose I must."
Clara giggled happily as he pulled her out the blue doors onto the street. The sound of music and laughter filled the autumn night air and she could've sworn she heard something else from the Doctor before they headed into the party.
Something that sounded suspiciously like, "Damned if I'm letting anyone else get you out of that suit tonight."
