A/N: *4.5 billion years later* (Yes... Sorry. . not sorry xD)
So here it is! The finale (the T rated chapter I had talked about in the summary... So if anyone hates reading about kissing... It might be best to stop here... But no biggy in general...)!
I'm so terribly sorry I couldn't post it before... I had a slight writer's block on this one. It was originally going to be a short epilogue... Well now it's much much more different than I had ever imagined! But I'm so pleased with it! Hope you enjoy it too! And hope it's worth the wait!
Clara joyfully hopped into the kitchen. "How's this for a celebration?" She asked, as the Doctor was inspecting her cupboards. "You should definitely do some sorting. You have no sense of organisation whatsoever." "Doctor!" She shouted. "What?!" He shouted back, in the same tone as hers. "How do I look?" The Doctor turned, but soon felt his jaw drop off as she was happy twirling on the spot, showing off her new outfit. It was simple, really, but the Doctor thought she was so beautiful. More like... Badass. Ready for anything. "Doctor?" Clara asked, kind of worried and slightly amused. He shook himself out of his thoughts. Just then he could really see what she was wearing; a plaid blue dress over a mustard turtle neck, black tights and ankle boots. And over the whole outfit, a leather jacket. "You look... good." He nodded just to try and convince himself that she was actually only good. Clara tried to hold a smile. "I actually thought that the mustard turtle neck makes people's eyes hurt." She confessed.
"No no... It's good."
I think it brings out your eyes, Clara.
"So..." The companion said as she walked near the baffled Doctor and opening the cupboard. "What's wrong with the setting?" "Umm... Nothing, Clara. Nothing." The Doctor stuttered. He had truly forgotten what he had told Clara about the cupboard. "Sometimes you really make me crazy, Doctor." She giggled. Oh her smile... That giggle... The Doctor kept on staring at his companion. Clara closed the cupboard before turning to the Doctor. "Doctor, is there something wrong?" She asked.
The Doctor laid his large palms on Clara's shoulders and slowly started to slide down her arms with ease, the time lord feeling the tough cold leather under his fingertips. Clara was gazing at him, waiting for him to finish thinking. Actually she felt paralyzed... Paralysed by those infinite eyes of his. His hands stopped at hers, to which his fingers found their way around hers, before leaning over to kiss her hair, breathing in. His forehead touched hers, rubbing against each other, before the time lord rubbed his nose to hers. Electricity flowed between both skins, both feeling a tingle.
Then the lips. They weren't as close to touching yet, but both were slightly apart, breathing each other's warm air. The Doctor's fingers slowly left hers and traced her cheekbone before gently tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, which the Doctor soon traced too, smoothing the area around her small helix earring. Clara could feel her heart beat against her rib cage and through the Doctor's. She could feel the Doctor's hearts too, as both chests were pressing against each other. The companion's steadied breath calmed slightly, but still full of adrenaline, but she dared not open her eyes; she didn't want to break the moment. "You're beautiful, so beautiful." He breathed. "My Impossible Girl." His fingers streamed down her cheek and trailed behind her neck, before gently pressing his lips to hers. Clara couldn't hold but join in, her hands travelling up his chest. The time lord could detect the strong taste of mint in her mouth; from the breath freshener she liked to use. And the smell of both perfumes they were enveloped in, the magical aura there was around them bound the two together. The Doctor could also detect faint coconutty smells of the body wash she normally uses.
Their tongues danced together for a while before pulling away slowly, their noses still rubbing to each other. "My Impossible kisser." The Doctor hummed. "I never thought you would call me Impossible any more." Breathed Clara as she stared into his eyes. "To me, you are the same Clara Oswald I met on the Maitland doorstep that day the spoonheads attacked." The Doctor confessed. Clara's lips curled into a smile before she confessed her feelings. "And you will always be the same Impossible man who dragged me out of the TARDIS and attempted to fly a plane." She continued with barely a whisper, but the Doctor could hear her perfectly all the same. He smiled at the memory... Such a wonderful memory of finding Clara again after losing Oswin and the Victorian echo of his companion. The companion continued. "You're the same man I splinted myself for in a million versions of me in the time stream on Trenzalore. You'll never look anything different to me now, Doctor." She sucked his bottom lip savouring it gently, just for a brief moment before pulling back a few centimeters before breathing, "Not now."
The Doctor chuckled at the statement. "Very glad I'm hearing this from you, my Impossible Girl." And it was his turn to peck Clara's lips and pull back, massaging nape of her neck with his fingertips. Clara pulled back, cupped her hand to his jaw line and curled her lips to a cheeky smile. "You ate some of the pancakes while I was changing, didn'r you?" The Doctor grinned. "Maybe." They both chuchled before their smiles melted slowly. Clara soon placed her ear on the Doctor's chest, breathing in his scent having a small hint of cinnamon. The Doctor rested his chin on his companion's head, enclosing her in him, her palms resting on his chest. He pressed a delicate kiss on her forehead, letting his fingers travel through her soft hair. Clara felt safer than ever before, being in the Doctor's arms. She knew all too well that he would protect her from all the dangers they would encounter.
But then she remembered the dalek, the sewer, Missy. It was horrible; like she was a tool to make the Doctor do what she wanted him to do; her marionette. The companion nuzzled her nose deeper into the Doctor's chest. "Promise me Doctor that you won't let go." She breathed, her voice to the verge of breaking. "I promise, my Clara." The Doctor replied, before pressing a kiss in her hair. He didn't nee her words for him to know what was going on in her head. Not even telepathy. He could almost feel Clara's thoughts. She was scared, remembering such a memory. But he was always going to be there to protect her.
She was in safe hands.
She looked up for a while, her lips curled into a wide smile. "Off to New Year celebrations?" The Doctor smiled one of his rarer grins. "Of course." Clara tiptoed to press her lips to his one more time. "Then let's go." She breathed, looking into his deep eyes. The companion giggled before turning and dragging the Doctor into the corridor, just as she had done in Christmas. They ran happily, hand-in-hand to the the TARDIS, entering short of breath. Clara took one of the levers, while the Doctor took the one next to it. "Ready?" He asked. "Are you?" She asked with a wide smile. "Always." He replied with the same wide grin.
So they simultaneously pulled down both levers as they gazed into each other's eyes, just as the wheezing and groaning of the TARDIS had started. They couldn't forget what had happened in Clara's apartment, the huge happiness they felt in their hearts. They couldn't stay apart. And they couldn't deny it.
Not anymore.
"I'm in love with you, Clara Oswald." The companion moved a step closer. "I love you too, my daft old man." She smiled. Their hands left the levers as they curled around each other once again. "I never knew you were so into emotions." Said Clara, biting her lip. "You make me weak, Clara Oswald." The girl's eyebrow arched, letting her arms curl around the Doctor's neck, her hand grasping the other hand's wrist. "Oh do I, daft Doctor?" "Since the first day I met you." He replied with a cheeky grin, before the lips of both met each other with such delicacy. His chapped, thin lips to her soft, moist ones. The Doctor pulled back slowly after a bit, but Clara dove for another kiss, her arms still tight around his neck. The Doctor was at her mercy as the girl hungrily kissed his lips, her fingers tickling the back of his neck. He didn't admit things that easily, but he couldn't hold back the fact the hairs on his back were standing on end as shivers descended down his spine. Even such a simple yet complex kiss as hers took his breath away easily.
Clara was finally able to break the kiss. "Oh goodness Clara, you are beautiful." He exclaimed, his eyes wanting to swallow her whole. The companion chuckled. "Have you ever doubted that?" He didn't want to reply with words. So his hands cupped her cheeks with tenderness, and kissed her once again as his lips crashed against hers.
This time, it was Clara who let herself go. She hummed as her back leaned to the main console, feeling its edge biting into the curve of her back. But that didn't bother her, not when large emotions such as love and total passion were rushing though her brain at full speed. His tongue slipped under hers, twirling and dancing the eternal dance of love. Such intricacy, and such beauty.
The Doctor finally pulled back slowly. Clara was panting, looking deep inside the Doctor's deep starry eyes. "Never doubted it for one second, Clara Oswald." He purred her name. The Doctor always said her name in such a beautiful tone that it would always make Clara blush. And this time was no different, especially considering what had happened a few seconds before, such a gesture showing appreciation and the mutual love for each other.
The companion's hands slithered around the Doctor's neck. "Is the date for New Year's celebration on an alien planet still open?" Clara breathed. The Doctor gently pecked her lips. "I'll take that as a yes." She giggled. "Do you want to go?" Asked the Doctor. "We have a time machine, don't we?" She smirked. "We can go anytime we want to." "It's you're decision." He replied. Clara's eyebrow arched. "Oh, so I'm the boss now?" The Doctor's smile widened. "You always have been, teach." Clara giggled. "I'm flattered." After looking onto each other's eyes for a few moments, "Well then, Doctor." She took the nearest lever on the console and pulled it down slowly. The TARDIS landed gracefully on the planet which the Doctor had inputted; the New Year Planet. Clara smiled. "Let's go on a date."
A/N: I will leave you to your imagination now xD (and I hope you noticed the Under The Lake Clara outfit xD Yes... I wanted this episode to be as canon as possible... Wanted it to continue with the rest of the episodes :D) Hope you all enjoyed reading this story and thanks for reading this far! Feedback is appreciated as always! And thank you all for supporting me so so much (a special thanks goes to AntimonyAvenger, who is always very prompt in giving me feedback, and to my best friend, who is a constant support in my life, and is very very patient during my horrible fangirling moments xD) xxxxxxxx