The TARDIS doors opened and the Doctor strode in, seething. Clara followed not long after, and as soon as she was inside the Doctor closed the TARDIS doors with a snap of his fingers and bent over the console, navigating them into the time vortex. He said nothing to Clara as he did so, and for once there was no spring in his step as he piloted the TARDIS.
Clara watched him for a time without saying anything. Finally, when it became obvious that the Doctor was ignoring her, she spoke up.
"What's wrong?"
The Doctor stopped walking around the console and stood with his back to her, hunched over and fiddling with a dial.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Whatever gave you that impression?"
Clara went and stood next to him and laid a hand on his arm. The Doctor's fingers stilled, but he pulled out of her grasp and turned away.
"Are you - no - you're not jealous, are you, Doctor?"
"No, of course not," the Doctor said, and Clara could almost hear the frowny pout in his voice.
Now fighting the urge to giggle, Clara said, "Well, I suppose it shouldn't matter to you who I snog."
The Doctor's hunched shoulders seemed like they would burst the seams of his jacket as she continued.
"You know, the snog box hasn't really been living up to her name, so I had to look elsewhere."
The Doctor resisted the urge to turn around and shout, "But you snogged me in here!" He wasn't sure how Clara would react, especially since she had been drunk to the point of passing out. Which she had done, after revealing certain intimate details about her feelings for the Doctor.
His problem was how he felt in return. He thought he'd known, but then they'd met that man on that planet they'd just went to (whose demeanor and behavior had remarkably resembled Jack Harkness's). And he had kissed Clara. And she had kissed him back. For several long seconds. Almost a whole minute
The Doctor realized that while he had been thinking Clara had fallen silent. He turned around and found her staring into the distance.
"Speaking of snogging, Doctor, I seem to remember something that happened the other day...but it's so fuzzy I can hardly remember..."
Hardly daring to breathe, the Doctor listened raptly as she continued.
"What exactly happened on that planet we visited with the weird giraffe people? I remember being injected with something...and then you helped me into the TARDIS...and..."
The Doctor searched Clara's eyes as she deliberated, and finally realization dawned on her face.
"Was I drunk? Did I kiss you?"
Slowly, the Doctor nodded, waiting for her to bring up the conversation that they'd had. But she didn't seem to remember having said anything to him, concerning hidden feelings or otherwise.
Clara turned slightly pink, but grinned at the Doctor.
"Well, from what I remember, you're a much better kisser than that bloke on the planet we were just on."
The Doctor tried not to smile, he really did, but his rebellious features worked against him.
"And my chin didn't get in the way?" Not that he really cared whether it had, but he loved to see the way her eyes danced mischievously whenever one of them mentioned his chin.
"Not even close, Chin Boy." And she stepped forward, pressed a kiss to his chin, and left him to navigate the TARDIS.
A/N: I'm sorry this is late! I know summer's started, but I've just got so much to do that it's difficult to find writing time. I'm taking a class online, babysitting, tutoring, and I'm in a play. I don't know when I'll be able to update, but we'll see.
I find this chapter slightly disappointing in comparison to the last one, but I want to stay canon, so there won't be any sweeping declarations of love or anything. I might up the rating if I decide to add some language, but I'm a terrible romance writer and this story definitely isn't going to include any smut. Just thinking about writing smut makes me feel wibbly.
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