Two updates on the same day :) Possibly three, if I add another one later. we'll see. enjoy :3 W.G.2

It's not that she doesn't like this Doctor, or that she's not trying to impress him anymore, Clara Oswald just wants to wear pants. When she heard the TARDIS appearing outside, she ran out and smiled. Pants were so much more comfortable than a dress. She ran into the TARDIS and skidded to a halt, yelping as she slid across the floor. The Doctor, luckily, was ready to catch her.

"You have to learn to stop running, Clara." he groaned, helping her stand up.

"Did you wax the floors or something?" Clara asked, huffing.

"No, the TARDIS wants you to stop running." the Doctor shrugged. "I'm guessing she took it upon herself to teach you to stop running."

"Oh…kay." Clara furrowed her brows, then hopped around the console excitedly.

"Why are you being so hoppy?" he asked, and Clara stuck her tongue out at him.

"I'm wearing pants! See? They're so comfortable! Why have I rarely worn pants? I love pants! They're so comfy! You don't have pants on. Doctor, why are you wearing a kilt?" Clara stared at the knobby legs, which were a bit hairy. Her eyes flicked upwards to the Doctor, and he stood there, mouth open as he thought of what to say. His eyes were wide and awkwardness practically made his hair stand on end.

"I…don't-"

"It doesn't matter. I'M WEARING PAAAAANTS!" Clara laughed, twirling around and feeling happy. The Doctor laughed at her silliness and flicked a couple of switches, sending them on their way. Throughout the day, Clara grumbled about the pants.

"Pants don't flare out when I twirl."

"My pants are too tight."

"Pants are heavy."

"My pants keep falling down, Doctor. Do yours do this? Oh wait, you wear a belt."

"I need to get a belt."

"This belt is cutting off my circulation, and my pants are still falling down."

"I must have the wrong size pants."

"I hate pants."

"I really hate pants."

"Pants suck."

"How do you manage to wear pants?"

"I can't keep up, my pants are slowing me down!"

"High heeled boots and pants don't go together, do they?"

"Maybe it's my heels slowing me down. The pants are still ugly."

"Pants make me look short." Clara moaned as she and the Doctor walked into the TARDIS. The Doctor snorted, and Clara punched him gently in the arm.

"Oi!"

"But you're short, Ozzy!"

"Ozzy?"

"Oswald. Oswin. Ozzy."

"Eugh. Never call me that again."

"Okay."

"Do you have dresses in the TARDIS somewhere?"

"Should be some in your closet."

"Thanks, honey." Clara replied, then almost froze up when she realized what she'd said. There was no sound behind her whatsoever, she'd managed to freeze the Doctor up with a single word. That made her smile and put the swagger back in her walk.

She came out with a red dress, one that was flowery and reached her mid-thighs. She had red tights on as well, and red slippers. She leaned onto the console, and sighed. Clara Oswald was bored.

"What's wrong?" came the Doctor's voice. She couldn't see him, which meant he was underneath the console fixing something. Clara padded down the stairs and found him reaching up and twisting something.

"I'm bored." He glanced down and raised his eyebrows.

"We just got done with a planet ten minutes ago. How are you bored?"

"I get bored easily."

"You never get bored."

"That was before you changed."

"Eh?" a flash of pain showed in his eyes, and she winced. Her words had hurt him, and that made her feel horrible.

"No, that was wrong. Its just, you and me did lots of stuff in the TARDIS after the adventures. Remember?" "Yeah." he replied, warmth back in his eyes. "Well, we haven't done anything of the sort since you changed. Are you just so content?" There was silence, and the Doctor brought his arms back down to his sides. He looked so vulnerable, and Clara took a step towards him.

"I'm always content when I'm with you." he admitted. Clara smiled and held out one of her hands. He took it, and she led him to the library. Once they were there, she picked out a random book and thrust it at him.

"What do you expect me to do with," he read the title, "Huckleberry Finn?"

"Read it to me, of course." Clara replied. He shot her a confused look, and she grinned.

"Can't you read it yourself, Clara?"

"Yeah. I've read that book a thousand times. But you haven't read it too many times, so read it to me."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to."

He smiled and they settled in front of a fire that had popped up. He was leaning back against the cushioned wall that turned out to be a huge sofa, and Clara's head was on his lap. She closed her eyes and listened as he read, cherishing his every word.

Clara liked this new voice. Scottish, mature, and a nice edge to it. When time passed and Clara found herself waking up, she opened her eyes to see the Doctor stroking her face gently, smiling down at her with a particular emotion in his eyes. She knew the name of that emotion, and she shared that emotion as well, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to admit to it. It was only later, when they were making soufflés that they finally acted upon their feelings.

Clara was beating the egg whites swiftly, and the Doctor was sifting the rest of the ingredients together.

"Doctor?" she asked, unsure of what was coming out of her mouth.

"Yeah?" he mumbled.

"I like you a lot."

"I should hope so." the Doctor replied, turning to give her a confused look. "Are you okay?"

"No, not really." Clara sighed, looking down at her beaten eggs.

"Why not? What's wrong?"

"I love you, that's what's wrong." she grumbled, and heard silence fill the air once again. She looked up and saw a mixture of confusion and relief on his face as he stared at her.

"Clara?" he whispered.

"I said what I meant, and I meant what I said." she insisted, unsure why she was doing so. Somehow the souffle mixtures found themselves alone for quite a while, as the Doctor and Clara had embraced. Also, by the end of the day, the TARDIS was indeed the snogbox.