Ok, maybe I'm bored and pretending that college doesn't exist. So I'm trying to translate some of my fanfics into english ─ and I don't know if this is going to work... English isn't my first language, so let me know if something doesn't work, ok? Thanks (:
Of all the human customs he was aware of, the Christmas festivities were the ones he least liked. All those colorful lights, decorated pine trees everywhere, those ridiculous red hats and, the worst part, the Christmas choirs. So many unpleasant songs that had the incredible gift of sticking to the bottom of your soul, were a complete nightmare for him. Not to mention the old man with the white beard and red robes who delivered gifts ─ a set too bizarre to be taken seriously.
Even so he could spend hours and hours watching Clara decorate her home for the festivity. The young woman, who was completely passionate with Christmas and insisted on buying a beautiful pine tree every year to decorate, remained focused on her own task ─ often forgetting the world around her. Surrounded by ornaments and colored lights, she didn't realize that she was not alone in the room. It took a few long minutes for her to notice the slender figure of the old Time Lord watching her from afar.
─ Won't you help? ─ She asked, while throwing a round ornament towards him, which he promptly took with his right hand.
─ Are you not the one who says that I help by not disturbing you? ─ He replied, throwing the ornament back at her.
Pretending to be upset, the brunette turned her attention to the pine tree that was almost ready. A smile appeared on her lips when she heard the sound of the man's footsteps approaching her; when she turned to him, she realized that he had a cotton roll in his hands.
─ What is it?
─ What does it look like? ─ Without leaving room for her to respond, she continued. ─ It is to imitate snow. What do you think?
Taking the cotton from his hands, she began to place it on the small tree. She was almost done, when she felt arms around her body. Before she could tell him to walk away, she felt his lips on her neck and couldn't help but shudder. The Doctor always knew how to leave her like this ─ and, as much as she said it irritated her, she couldn't deny how much she liked it when he surprised her that way.
The next minute, she was facing him, her lips touching in an explosion of different sensations. His hand in her hair and neck, the fingers that ran through her body... It was enough for her to send the ornaments to hell. Soon they were lying on the living room carpet, breathing hard and labored, in a show full of groans and sighs. Pushing the decoration and clothes away, the two lovers warmed themselves with the contact of their bodies, savoring each other as they always did.
A little over an hour later, they were both lying on the floor of the room; with their head resting on a pillow and Clara lying on her chest, they watched the pine tree, which at that moment seemed a little crooked.
─ Clara, ─ he broke the silence between them. ─ Do you like me?
─ Doctor, I love you. ─ She replied simply.
─ But do you love me as a friend or...?
─ In case you haven't noticed, we just had sex. ─ The young woman interrupted him.
─ Yes, I realized that. ─ He rolled his eyes. ─ But do we have sex as friends or...?
─ You must be kidding. ─ The brunette sat down to look him in the eye. ─ We are practically married, remember?
─ Yes, yes, I know. But are we married as friends or...?
─ Honestly, go to hell, Doctor.
She touched him on the chest, pushing lightly. The Time Lord took her hand and, having kissed her, smiled widely.
─ I will make hot chocolate for us. ─ He said, kissing her on the lips briefly before getting up and going to the kitchen.