A/N: Wow I somehow managed to get another chapter written! I'm sorry about the long wait between updates, I'm trying my best, but I've suddenly gotten extremely busy this year :/ If you think I'm taking to long, feel free to yell at me via reviews or my tumblr inbox, it might motivate me to sit down and write. Thank you to anyone who has reviewed or sent me messages! :D They make me very happy, as well as anyone who follows or who favourited this story 3

Anyway, onto the show.

Chapter 6

It was a full two weeks before the Doctor and Clara saw each other again. It seemed like whenever she was free, he wasn't, and vice versa. Even Jack's numerous attempts to set them up again failed.

They texted constantly to make up for not seeing each other face to face, but they both knew it wasn't the same. They missed each other, and by the end of the second week they were desperate for each other's company.

"Doctor!"

The sound of her voice instantly caused his heart to skip a beat, and brought a bright smile to his face.

"Clara!" He turned around to see her standing at the front door. Setting down the books he'd been stacking, he ran to her and wrapped his arms around her body. She giggled as he picked her up, spinning around twice before setting her down.

"Miss me?" She raised her eyebrows at him, but the smile on her face revealed she was just as happy to see him.

"Lots." He admitted, kissing her on the forehead. "I don't like not seeing you around."

"I don't like it very much either. But we're both free now... And we've got that date to plan." She reminded him, grabbing hold of his hand and leading him towards their favourite couch, the one they'd sat on the night they met.

They both settled onto the couch comfortably, leaning against each other. It wasn't any different from the way they sat before, but for some reason, it felt different. Not in a bad way, of course. Different in a good way, in a very good way.

"So, this date. Dinner and a movie?" Clara asked, curious about what the Doctor had in mind.

"Nope." He replied, smirking at her. "I have it all planned out already, but it's a surprise."

"Oh come on, just tell me." Clara said nudging him with her shoulder.

"No."

"Please?"

"Pouting is not going to work on me."

Clara only pouted harder, but the Doctor held his ground. For a moment, the Doctor thought he'd actually won, but a devilish smile appeared on Clara's face, and she started to lean in slowly.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" He could feel her breath on his lips. He gulped loudly, the smirk disappearing from his face.

"N-no. I mean yes. I mean... I'm sure I don't want to tell you." He replied, stuttering over his own words.

She leaned in even closer, their lips only centimetres apart. "Absolutely sure."

He wasn't sure where the burst of confidence came from, but instead of answering, he leaned forward himself. Their lips were just about to meet when-

"Clara!"

They jumped apart at the sound of Rose's cheerful voice, like two teenagers getting caught by their parents.

"Oh, was I interrupting something?" Rose asked, noticing the looks on their faces.

"Uh... No! Not at all!" The Doctor answered, standing up quickly from the couch. "I'll just… go make us all some tea." He said, heading past Rose and up the stairs to the flats. Leaving a very confused Rose and a disappointed Clara behind.

They didn't get another moment alone for the rest of the day. After a little while, David and Jack joined them as well, sitting themselves down on the couches next to them. The Doctor made tea for everyone, sending Clara an apologetic smile as he handed a cup to her. Clara squeezed his hand with her own, her own smile curling into a smile to let him know she didn't mind that much. She enjoyed the company, and it wasn't just the Doctor she hadn't seen in a long time.

Catching up with everyone was enjoyable. She told Rose and David about her week, and cracked jokes with Jack about the Doctor's love for bow ties. She blushed almost as brightly as the Doctor when they were asked about their relationship, but they both denied there was anything between them. There was no use telling the, what had happened at the "date" Jack had set up, they'd both be bombarded with questions, and worst of all, Jack would never let them forget that he was the one who brought them together.

The next day, Clara got to the bookstore bright and early. The Doctor had texted her last night and warned her not to skip breakfast and meet him at the store instead. She obliged happily, putting on one of her usual outfits of a dress and tights under her leather jacket.

She smiled the moment she saw him sat on one of the couches inside, waiting impatiently for her to get there. His legs were bouncing up and down, and he kept repositioning his arms, as if he didn't know what to do with them.

"Waiting for someone?" She asked, coming up behind him.

He instantly stood up and faced her, smiling brightly. "Not anymore." He replied, holding out a hand for her to take.

She didn't hesitate to lace their fingers together, giggling when he pulled her towards the door.

"Come on! We don't want to be late for our date!"

They were already past the front doors when the Doctor suddenly stopped. "Wait! I forgot something! Uh, wait right here." He told Clara, dropping her hand and sprinting back through the doors.

Clara raised her eyebrows when she saw what he brought back out. "A picnic basket We're having a picnic? It's kind of cold for that don't you think?"

The Doctor shook his head. "It's not cold were we're going." He promised, grabbing hold of her hand once more.

They walked for what seemed like almost an hour, before the Doctor stopped just outside a large, dome shaped building. He smiled expectantly at Clara, but she looked confused.

"A planetarium?" She asked.
"Yep! I'm good friends with the man who runs it, Christopher." He smiled proudly. "They're closing it down, turning it into some kind of 4D attraction, so Chris is letting me use it."

"Well then Chin boy, let's go inside." Clara said, smiling back at him.

There was no one else inside, no one in the lobby, or in the halls, it seemed like the place was deserted. The Doctor however, didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with that.

"Doctor, where is everyone?" She asked as they walked through the building.

"I told you, the place is closed." He said cheerfully.

"Yeah but, shouldn't there still be people? They wouldn't just leave the door open." Clara pointed out.

"Of course they wouldn't." He agreed, smiling widely. "Chris has got to be here somewhere, probably setting up."

"Setting up?"

The Doctor simply smiled, not bothering to explain. "Ah! Here we are!"

He opened a set of heavy doors, allowing Clara to step through first. The large room was dark, but there was a few candles and a blanket set out on top of a flat platform. She couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at the sight. It was unusual, a picnic in a planetarium, complete with a blanket and candles, but it was so him. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

"So, what do you think?" He walked up behind her, his voice quiet but hopeful.

"I think…" She turned around to face him, gazing into his eyes for a moment before answering. "It's amazing, Doctor."

He took her hand, leading her to the blanket. He put down the basket, before sitting down beside it and pulling her down gently so she was leaning against him, her back against his chest.

"Wait until you see the best part." he whispered.

She smiled excitedly at him. "What's the best part?"

"You'll see. Chris!" He called out into the darkness around them.

There was a flash, and suddenly the walls were filled with colour. All around them there were deep blues and purples and pinks, sprinkled with bright white stars of every size. A gasp escaped Clara's lips as she looked around the room in awe.

"It's beautiful." She breathed out.

"It's always been an interest of mine. Space. The stars and the planets, all the galaxies that haven't even been discovered yet. You're right, beautiful." He talked with a dreamy look in his eyes, but he wasn't looking around like Clara was, he was looking at her.

She turned around to look at him, noticing how the colours of all the different nebulas lit his face. Neither of them said anything, just looked into each other's eyes. It was Clara who leaned in first, lifting her chin in order to reach his lips with her own.

The Doctor was surprised at first, but it only took him a moment to realize what was happening. He brought his hands up to cup her face, responding to the kiss by moving his lips against hers.

It was a moment they'd both dreamt about more than they'd care to admit, but nothing could compare to the actual moment, it was better than either of them had imagined.

A few moments of kissing later, Clara pulled away, a light shade of pink tinting her cheeks. Her bright smile mirrored his.

"I've been waiting to do that for a long time." She admitted.

"Me too."

A/N: So, what did you guys think? Am I terrible at writing dates? Did you like it? Please review and tell me your thoughts!

Also I know the London planetarium closed in 2006 (I think) but for the purpose of the story I'm going to say it closed a couple years later. (Also I've never been to a planetarium, so I made up what it looks like from what it's been described to me as, sorry if that's not what it is at all :P)

Until next time! :)