Right, believe me when I say I don't want to do this but also believe me when I say I have to do this.

I am going to be taking a 3 week break due to my upcoming exams.

I didn't do as well as I hoped last term and as I am in my second year at uni, the results that I get now matter and I really want/need to do better this time around. I don't particularly want to leave you half way through this story by I have to. I hope that you guys understand.

I will be back posting this story on 10th May where I hope to be updating this story more regularly.


2nd February

There was something that was weirdly satisfying about waking up in the Doctor's arms. She smiled widely as he walked into her kitchen in just his boxers.

"You seem to be wearing something of mine."

"I know."

"Don't get it dirty. I need to wear that today."

She rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to her elbows. "I won't."

"It umm, looks good on you."

She bit her lip to stop herself from smiling more. "I don't have much in. I was planning on going shopping after work today. Either we could get something out or we could have some toast but that is all I can offer."

"I am sure I could rustle something up."

"Feel free to look through the cupboards."

He walked over and started to look through them.


They knew that the receptionist gave them a strange look but Clara couldn't really wipe the smile off her face.

She had broken her rule of no workplace romances. Well she really wouldn't call it a romance just yet but she had just slept with her boss. It was on the same level of wrongness.

They had spoken about little things on the tube up. The main thing was that they both didn't really want anyone knowing about what happened over the weekend or in his office. Clara knew that they would have to know eventually but while they were still working it out between them, nothing.

Clara smiled at him as she dropped back in the corridor leading up to the writers room. They had very little idea how much they would read into it if they parted at it. She waited for him to pass it, calling in a quick morning, and for a few minutes more before she walked into the room, greeting everyone.

"Where were you yesterday? I tried calling you to see if you were alright but you didn't answer." Amy asked when she had sat down.

She turned to her computer to turn it on as she replied. She was a good liar but she didn't know whether Amy could see through her lies. "I was busy." Technically, it wasn't a lie. She was busy, in bed, with the Doctor when she called.

She turned back and gave her a smile.

"Doing what?" Amy said as she leant forward.

Having sex with the boss. She thought. She tried to think of a better answer than that but drew a blank. "I was just busy."

She knew how suspicious that sounded. She half expected Amy to say that she might have a man in her life. There was one thing for certain, she did not want the Doctor to come in for another hour or so.


Luckily for her, he did. She had managed to distract herself from his amazing fingers with some story about headteachers that could lose their jobs under the Tories education reforms. It was an interesting story that she really got herself into. But then he had to enter the room and all her thoughts went back on his fingers. It didn't help that he tapped them against River's desk. She wasn't really listening to what they were talking about. Something about IS and the Jordan pilot.

It wasn't until he turned around, sat on the edge of River's desk and asked how the rest of the room was getting on to that she snapped out of her daze.

"Clara?" He said, looking in her direction.

Oh he was going to drive her mad by the end of the day. It took everything she had not to shiver. Sleeping with him was the worst idea in the world. Maybe she could put it down to not thinking.

"There is a story which I don't partially know how to put a good spin on it. There has been a lot of talk about Labour going into a possible coalition with the SNP. Obviously that is sort of worse case scenario if there is another hung parliament like there was last time and it looks like there might be this time as well."

She reminded herself that she was meant to breath but it was hard when she still couldn't shift the images from the day before.

"I will think about it and contact someone. See what she has to say about it. Maybe it could go in tomorrows paper."

"Yeah, that should be fine. I have … a thing that I am working on right now." She really needed him to leave right now.

"A thing? I hope it is more than a thing."

"Tory education reforms and headteachers losing their jobs, potentially."

"That sound like a good thing."

Clara just nodded. Her heart beat rose a little as he winked at her before he left the room.

"You wanted to slap him before the weekend. You called him an arrogant bastard." Amy reminded her.

"I know, I know. We … worked out our differences."

"By?"

Sleeping together. Clara thought. She really needed to get her thoughts under control. "We talked. There was no more choice words but we talked it over and I know what he now expects of me. You were right. He is nothing like the rumours."

She knew that Amy wanted to ask more questions and she was grateful when she didn't.


"You know that you are quite unforgettable."

The Doctor just laughed as he sat down on her sofa. "No, no one has told me that. Is that why you were having trouble concentrating today? You made a number of spelling mistakes."

"Did I?" She was surprised by that.

"What was it that you kept remembering?"

She cleared her throat. "It didn't help when you tapped your fingers on River's desk."

He gave her a sly smile and it took everything not to go over to him and kiss it off. "Amy was asking quite a few questions. She can be a bit like that. I can totally understand if you maybe wanted to slow it down slightly. Especially if after one night, your thoughts are on my fingers."

"Maybe it would be best to slow it down. I usually like to get to know the person before I jump in bed with them. Just everything has gone against what I usually do or not want to do. I know nothing about you and your my boss."

"I have a friend that owes me a favour. I will take you out on Saturday night after we have finished work. Well you can have enough time to come back and get changed but we can do it as most people do if you want that."

"What? Like a date?"

"You can call it a date if you want. I would call it more dinner."

She grabbed her laptop and sat down on the sofa next to him. "That sounds nice. But right now I have an article on a possible Labour and SNP coalition. So if you could keep the coffee flowing, I might be able to finish it and then maybe I will test how good my memory of your fingers were."

"I will also find something to cook." He said as he got up to walk over to her kitchen.

It had only been a day since they had fallen into whatever they had, but it felt natural and not as weird as Clara would have thought it would have been. Maybe it could work between them.