"This is really amazing, Doctor." Said the companion, as she looked at the large silver moon. The Doctor took her on a hill a few miles away from her home, to get a better view of the oncoming eclipse. Clara started sipping on the wine whilst cuddled in a blanket, since it was quite a chilly night. Actually both were cuddled in the same blanket, as neither the Doctor or Clara showed shyness at the contact. They knew each other all too much to be that naïve to one another.
"Dad used to bring us here occasionally, especially in clear summer nights." She breathed a laugh. "At that time, everyone was obsessed with Martians... proportioned grey body with huge brains and glossy black eyes."
The Doctor's arm, curled around his companion pulled her tenderly next to him. Clara put her head on the time lord's shoulder, snuggling as both held a glass of 18th century wine in their hands.
"It's been long since we hadn't had an adventure, you know... just an outing." She breathed a laugh. "Remember the last time... We did a picnic on Jiune?"
"Of course." He purred. They had had a fun time there... Watching the planet's 5 suns dip behind the virtually infinite salty ocean, eating all kinds of food. It was amazing. "We should do that again sometime." Clara smiled, looking at the Doctor who returned a bright grin.
After a while, the companion decided to change the subject. "What have you been doing when I was away?" Asked Clara, gulping the last few drops of French Wine. The Doctor refilled her glass and topped his quarter filled, placing it once again in the ice filled bucket. "Oh... You know, Clara... Same old same old," he sighed. "repairing the gal, reading stuff..." He sipped some wine. Clara was already half through hers. "You should slow down, Clara. I had experiences of how humans react when they drink too much of this stuff. And trust me. It's stronger than 21st century wine." The companion arched her eyebrows, "I was going to ask you to fill it up again once I've finished this glass." The Doctor rolled his eyes. "You're going to get drunk." "Come on Doctor!" Clara replied. "It's not like it's my first time drinking..." She sipped some more. "And it's really really good." She took the last drops before presenting the glass to the Doctor. "Pwease?" She pleaded with the most convincing babyish tone. The Doctor shook his head. Clara turned to Plan B. It always works.
"No no, not the eyes!" The Doctor turned away from her large doe eyes. He threatened to turn and glance at his Clara after a few moments, only to see her looking downwards at her empty glass, eyes brimming with tears. The Doctor sighed. "Here." He said as he took the glass from Clara's hand and refilled it. The time lord gave it to Clara, who had a wide grin on her face and had blinked all the crocodile tears away. "This will be the last glass you'll take, Clara." He warned her, and the companion was soon to reply. "I'll be the judge of that." She grinned, but the Doctor rolled his eyes. "Come on!" He heard Clara groan. "I promise, I won't get drunk and go all bizurke." The time lord breathed a laugh.
Him and his Clara.
"When does the eclipse start?" Clara asked as she sipped yet some more wine as she heard the damp grass crunch beneath her bare feet. She soon rested her head on the Doctor's shoulder as before. The gallifreyan wore the sonic glasses and pressed the side. The sound echoed through the area. "Only a few more minutes, Clara." He purred.
So both Twelve and Clara stayed in the silence of the night, mostly in the dark, except for the light from the moon and the stars. They cuddled to each other, spending the rest of the time in complete silence... without talking; just enjoying each other's company.
It was then that the moon started to obscure... It slowly started turning blood red. A wide satisfied grin started forming on Clara's face, her eyes shining, reflecting the moon's surface. She was mesmerised; of all the wonders of the Universe, she fell in love with a huge egg that was, at that moment, being obscured by the planet she and the Doctor stood on. The moon she had decided to save so long ago.
The change was simple when compared to other wonders both had seen, yet in its simplicity; being at home with one of the people she valued most in her life (arguably the most). The beauty of seeing something different and bringing back memories.
Clara sighed as she sipped some more wine and cuddled closer to the time lord before feeling a gentle kiss pressed in her hair, radiating the sweet smell of almonds.
Yes. It was beautiful.
For the Doctor, on the other hand, all that mattered was that he had made his Clara happy. He was in her presence, radiating such beauty and laughter. He was in no need of adventure to feel himself fulfilled.
Her eyes soon felt laden as she felt a feeling of warmth.
The feeling she got when she drinks a little bit too much alcohol.
So her eyes closed to the sight of the blood moon.
"Oh Clara, Clara." He breathed as the Doctor heaved her out from the TARDIS entering her apartment. He had materialized in the living room, heaving her straight to the bedroom.
As soon as he had notice Clara was dozing off, feeling the dead weight of a 29 year old human slowly resting upon him more than usual (not to mention the tipped glass... She was almost going to spill half a glass of red wine on him). He thought it would be wiser to take her to her bed and let her sleep rather than seeing the eclipse without her. After all... It was she who wanted to see such a sight, and it seemed as if he had granted her wish.
The Doctor laid her down on her soft double bed, covering her with the blanket.
Good thing she stayed with her pyjamas on. He thought as a smile formed on his face. They were her favourites; plain, light pink, perfect for a chilly evening with long trousers and short sleeves and comfy. And practical, she once said, and tailor-made, she used to joke, since the TARDIS had given them to her after an adventure in the rain and she had forgotten her old pyjamas at home. Well... Actually... There was no reason for her to joke about that... They were for her, after all.
The Doctor involuntarily held his breath when Clara shuffled on her bed and turned stomach down, before starting to snore. It was her very sweet snore; low and delicate. The Doctor grinned. He thought she looked adorable when she snored in such a way. He kneeled near the bed, brushing a few lone hairs from her face before ticking them behind her ear. She never stopped snoring or moved.
The time lord continued to smooth her head.
Clara... You beauty. He thought. But he would always retain such thoughts for himself, no matter how close he felt to her and vice versa. Maybe she looked at the Doctor as being her best friend, her companion in such a lonely life of hers, as is the Doctor's. From school to home, nothing.. No other adventures... No more love life for her to stay away from trouble (not that she never got into trouble during an adventure when she was with P.E... But it seemed she became even more reckless after he died.) She sought danger more often, and he wouldn't accept that she would die on him because he hadn't taken care of her.
He bent down to press a kiss in her hair before heading to the TARDIS.
A/N: so much 12clara fluff (and more still to come :D) Feedback appreciated as always, and thank you to those who have already given some sort of feedback :) Cheers :D