The next morning everyone had the day off due to a pipe leak at the school so Clara was trying to sleep in but the sound of buzzing and grunting woke her up; she suspected it was the Doctor.

She then realized she was in her bed and smiled.

"He must have carried me in here, again." Clara thought.

Clara grabbed her robe and walked out of the bedroom.

"Doctor what are you… whoa!" She exclaimed.

Clara's face turned beet red as she realized the Doctor was only wearing a pair of blue jeans but no shirt.

He looked at her strangely. "What?"

"You're not wearing a shirt!" She exclaimed.

"So?"

She sighed. "So can you put it on please before my friend comes over?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Well, I would love to; I really would but I can't open the door." He replied.

"What, I thought you could, now?" Clara asked.

"I did too but when I opened it she started growling and slammed the door and locked it. I've been trying to unlock it with the sonic screwdriver."

She muffled a giggle.

He folded his arms. "Not funny."

Clara cleared her throat. "Sorry. Let me try."

She walked over and simply opened the door went inside and came back out with a tan graphic t-shirt.

"Here." She said trying to hide her grin.

The Doctor scowled. "Cute real cute!"

"You know I quite enjoy her liking me." She smiled.

He folded his arms and pouted.

She smirked. "Sorry but now you know it feels."

He sighed and started putting on the shirt. "Okay, okay I'll talk to her."

"Thank you!" She grinned.

The Doctor chuckled. "Glad you're enjoying this."

She smiled. "Yeah, I am!"

"By the way who's this friend that's coming over?" He asked.

"Well, her name's Tara and I accidently took her grade book so she's stopping by to get it." Clara explained.

The Doctor nodded then noticed Clara searching around the living room.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I can't find my cell phone. I'm going to check the bedroom." She replied.

"What about Tara?"

"Could you handle that for me? Her grade book is on the table." She said.

The Doctor groaned. "Okay."

"Thanks!" She said heading to the bedroom.

Just then the door knocked. He sighed and answered it.

A pretty, dark skinned woman with a model figure stood there smiling.

She reminded him of Martha.

"Hi, I'm looking for Clara Oswald, she has my grade book." She said.

The Doctor smiled. "Yeah, won't you come in?"

"Thanks. By the way I'm Tara Booker." She extended her hand.

He nodded and shook her hand. "John Smith I'm a friend of Clara's."

"Right you're the new librarian."

"Yeah, that's me." The Doctor smiled

"Do you live here?" She asked.

"No, just visiting."

Tara nodded then her eyes lit up. "Is that a vintage police boss?" She asked pointing at the TARDIS. She walked past him and stared at the TARDIS in awe. "It's magnificent!"

The Doctor panicked slightly.

"Thanks but yeah I uh, collect antiques." He answered quickly.

She smiled. "Really? I love collecting antiques so does my boyfriend. He has a birthday coming up, he would love something like this."

He watched her as she ran her hand across the TARDIS door and silently prayed that she wouldn't open the door.

Tara sighed. "Well, I guess I'll get my grade book and leave."

The Doctor nodded and retrieved it for her.

She smiled. "Thanks. Listen I'd love to chat with you more. Let me give you my number and maybe we could get together sometimes and talk antiques."

He nodded and Tara jotted down her phone number for him and handed it to him.

Her smiled politely and accepted the piece of paper.

Tara smiled and thanked him again before leaving. After she was gone he glanced at the number before shoving it in his pocket.

"Did Tara get her grade book?" Clara asked coming back out.

He nodded. "Yep."

Clara smiled and took his hand. "Good, now come with me." She brushed past him. "Where are we going?" He asked following her.

Clara smirked. "Well, since you're stuck here this is my opportunity to finally teach you how to make a soufflé."

"You sure you don't mean how not to make one?" He teased.

She poked her head out of the kitchen and playfully stuck her tongue out. "Now come along." She said.

The Doctor saluted. "Yes, mam!"

He sat there on the stool and watched her gather everything. "What kind are you making?" He asked.

"Banana." Clara smiled.

"Aw you remembered." He smirked.

Clara blushed. "It's my mum's recipe." She said.

The Doctor smiled thoughtfully. "I met your mum, she was a lovely person."

"When was that?" She asked.

He chuckled resting his chin on his hand. "When you nearly killed me with your kick ball."

Clara rolled her eyes. "I said I was sorry."

The Doctor smiled. "It's okay, I'm just surprised you weren't scared of me."

"Well, I kind of felt like I knew you already." She replied softly getting the eggs from the fridge.

He chuckled. "I must've looked pretty strange to you in my old fashioned suit."

Clara smiled. "Actually I thought you were very handsome."

The Doctor smirked. "Thanks."

"In fact I still do." She admitted softly.

The Doctor cleared his throat and blushed. "Um, do you have everything?" Clara looked around the counter and frowned. "No, I don't have the flour."

"Is that it up there?" He asked pointing at the top cabinet."

"Yeah." She sighed realizing she couldn't reach it. "Could you get it for me?"

The Doctor smiled. "Sure." He reached and pulled it down for her. He studied the plump white bag. "What exactly is flour?"

Before she could answer he started shaking the bag and opened it; it blew on Clara covering her face, a little.

He starting laughing. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't realize that would happen."

She wanted to be mad but smirked instead. Clara casually strolled over. "Actually this is what happens." She sprinkled some flour over his head.

The Doctor nodded and shook his head dusting some of the flour from his hair. He looked at her and grinned. "Oh, you asked for it Oswald."

"Bring it." She smirked.

Soon they were running and dumping flour on each other and all over the kitchen.

Clara giggled grabbing the front of his shirt and poured a handful of flour down his shirt. He chuckled. "Oh, you are so going to get it!"

Clara grinned. "Got to catch me first!"

The Doctor chased Clara as she laughed before pinning her to the kitchen door. Their breathing was heavy and they were both covered in flour.

"Give up?" He panted gently holding her hands over her head.

"Never." She panted, smiling mischievously.

Their lips were barely touching. His breath was hot and heavy. Clara stared into his dark and intense eyes. His lips were so close and tempting. Clara wanted him to kiss her so badly she nearly trembled.

The Doctor gazed into her beautiful eyes. He could feel his hearts pounding. He tried to resist wanting to kiss her but her sweet, pouting lips was making it hard. "Clara?" He whispered coming closer.

"Please, Doctor..." Clara whimpered.

He swallowed and took her hand and tenderly kissed her palm before softly kissing her. It was so delicate she shivered. They locked eyes for a second before kissing a few more times before she finally crushed her lips against his. The Doctor kissed her back and the kisses quickly became intense.

The Doctor felt her tongue delicately brush across his lower lip allowing entrance in his mouth. He softly growled and he pulled her closer.

She ran her fingers through his hair; gently stroking his shoulders and neck. Clara's hands traveled to the bottom of his shirt tugging it before finally pulling it off.

The Doctor felt the tenderness of her fingers across his back. He slowly moved his hands to her shoulders pulling her sleeve down exposing her soft skin. "My Clara." He whispered planting tiny kisses along her shoulder and neck as he caressed her.

Clara bit her lower lip and arched her neck giving him more access. They're lips met again in another passionate kiss. "Doctor, bedroom now." She breathed in his ear.

"But Clara…" He started to say.

"Now!" She whined. "Bossy." He softly moaned in her ear tickling her.

"Yes, you love it!" She grinned pulling him into the bedroom.

Clara didn't know what time it was when she opened her eyes except judging by the darkness from the bedroom window that it was night.

Clara could hear the Doctor snoring softly; she cuddled closer and traced the Galifreyan symbol tattooed on his side causing him to stir but not wake up.

She smiled at him then felt her stomach growl. Clara quietly snuck out of bed, grabbed her robe and left the bedroom. Clara walked into the messy kitchen where it all started; every print and every speck of flour seem to stare at her. Her stomach was in knots. She was worried.

Clara rubbed her eyes and leaned against the counter just staring, wondering if their friendship would survive this.

Then she noticed her phone vibrating; she had a feeling who it was. Her hand shook as she picked it up and looked at it, Clara's heart dropped.

It read one missed call: Danny Pink.