WARNING: This might be spoilerish if you've been avoiding series 8 filming.

Author's Note: Just a really quick one! Because Clara/Jenna looks fabulous in that purple suit ;)

Well, so one, two, three, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
and I really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine.

Oh, four, five, six c'mon and get your kicks
Now you don't need that money
With a face like that, do ya.

Big black boots,
Long brown hair,
She's so sweet
With her get back stare.

His fingers pushed buttons absent mindedly as he looked around the room in exasperation. Eyes wandering, he leaned against the console and folded his arms in a huff.

"Hurry up!" He called out, drawing out the last word longer than necessary. His long fingers drummed against his arm as he shifted his balance from one leg to another. How long does it take for this woman to change?

"Clara!"

"I'm coming!" Her voice shouted back at him. Soon enough Clara entered, walking warily toward him as she was directing all of her attention to the thin fabric around her neck. She was dressed in a dark purple suit with a white shirt and the Doctor found himself hungrily taking in every inch of her outfit. His eyes wandered over her body, engraving as much detail as he could into his memory.

He had always found Clara to be very attractive in every outfit she wore, but he realized that this was something else. This was something far more enticing. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was wearing something she normally wouldn't; or maybe it was the way the top of her shirt was undone and slightly disheveled; or the way her tight trousers allowed him to clearly note the absence of any line or crease on her backside, leaving no doubt of what type of underwear she currently had on.

The Doctor knew he shouldn't have been thinking those thoughts, but he couldn't stop his eyes from lingering on her, appreciating the view as she continued to walk around the console. The suit was a perfect fit. Too perfect. Damn.

"Doctor?" He looked up, hoping that she hadn't noticed where his thoughts had run off to.

"What?"

"Why do I have to wear this again? It's so constricting." She complained, picking at her suit sleeves and trousers like a toddler whose mother was her forcing to wear fancy church clothes.

"Because in this time period no one wears skirts or dresses anymore, it's some fashion thing." He added waving has hand impatiently. "If you wore you're usual clothes you would stick out like a sore thumb and it'll just complicate things." Like that suit is complicating things for me now. He cleared his throat and frowned at the unexpected and unwelcomed thought. This wasn't good. He had yet to start his investigation and he was already getting distracted. He needed to get to work fast.

"Come on, lets go." The Doctor headed for the Tardis doors but stopped once she pulled him back.

"Wait. At least help me with the tie." She pointed with a look of disgust to the tie hanging limply around her neck. A sudden wave of panic hit him at the prospect.

"I can't tie a tie." He blurted out, mentally kicking himself for giving such a lame excuse but also hoping against hope that she would buy it. By the look on her face it wasn't happening.

"How can't you? You used to wear one all the time."

"Exactly, used to. While regeneration gives me some new skills, it sometimes takes away old ones. So I'm sorry, but I can't help you." She raised an eyebrow at him, eyeing him quizzically.

"Well apparently regeneration took away your skill as a liar this time around." He opened his mouth to protest but no words came out. Why did she have to be so difficult?

Groaning to mask his nervousness, he leaned forward closely. Closer than necessary, he thought, almost taking a huge step away. But he noticed that his sudden proximity didn't seem to bother her; in fact she was actually lifting her chin higher to grant him better access, so he let it slide.

He swallowed hard, and with somewhat shaking fingers, made to button the top of her shirt, cursing under his breathe when the button wouldn't go through and releasing a sigh of relief when it finally did. He heard her gasp and shiver a little under his touch and his eyes shot up in search of hers. She didn't meet his gaze, and disappointment overtook him at realizing that it had all been a trick of the mind.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He said sharply. He was angry now, furious. It was ridiculous of him to let his mind get carried away with these stupid thoughts. Clara would never shudder with lust from his touches. And he hated that while she was perfectly fine with their closeness, he was quickly becoming a quivering mess from the scent of her perfume and the soft strands of her hair tickling his hands and the fullness of her lips so close to his and – why won't this damn tie cooperate!

"This is ridiculous! Finish it yourself, or better yet, just take the damn thing off!" He spat, stepping away from her to clear his mind, or at least try to. Clara looked down at the poorly done tie, fingering it to try and straighten the folds.

"It's not that bad, better than anything I had managed to do with it." The Doctor watched as she checked her reflection in the monitor and unbuttoned the button that had earlier taken him painstaking moments to do.

"There, I'll just keep it like that. Don't want to look dumb with a really loose tie and buttoned collar." She said while adding some final fixing to her hair before walking out of the Tardis.

"So off we go then. Why are you looking at me like that? You're the one who was taking forever with the tie. Hurry up!"

She's going to be the death of me.