Here's a Whouffaldi oneshot :) I've been caught up in my SuperWhoLock things lately, and that's why I've forgotten about Whouffaldi for a couple of days. I'm back with a new one, though! Enjoy! :D

Clara blinked.

The stars hurt her eyes, they were so bright. They were so beautiful though, so mesmerizing. It hurt her inside if she looked away. The Doctor, her Doctor, was by her side, laying next to her in the fluffy grass of the beautiful planet he'd taken her to.

"Where are we going today?"

"A beautiful planet."

"What's it called?"

"Mkali Wazi."

"Mkali what?"

"Mkali Wazi. A Swahilian woman found the planet and named it Clear and Bright in her own language."

"It's beautiful."

Clara smiled. The planet certainly was beautiful. The second she'd stepped out of the TARDIS and onto the dark green grass, she'd been overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. There was no sun nearby, the planet was always dark, it was always night here. The stars shone on brightly though, making the waters nearby sparkle as if they were made from magic.

She felt fingers brush against her own and she intertwined her fingers with the Doctor's, peace settling in her heart.

Clara remembered what it was at first, with the new Doctor. He had been so different. She'd always known it was the same man, but her human mind was unable to comprehend it quickly enough. Clara had gotten over her momentary doubt though, and was happier than she'd ever been, even with the previous Doctor.

The current one made her stomach flutter in a way that the previous hadn't, he made her smile, and sometimes she caught herself staring at him. There was something different about him, something so definitely, positively different.

He wasn't childish anymore.

She'd always loved his adorable, childish attitude. However, that child within the previous Doctor had led to distrust and secrets being withheld. It led him to become selfish, to put feelings before hers, tricking her and sending her home when all she'd wanted to do was live her life with him on Trenzalore. Sure, he'd have to bury her, but it was still a selfish act.

Of course, she felt a tiny bit grateful to that action now, knowing that if he'd never gone against her wishes then, she would never have had the priviledge of knowing the Doctor in this form. He was even taller now. By one inch, he insisted, but it seemed a bit more than that to her. He didn't hunch over around her anymore, but held himself straight and noble, and that was another thing she loved about this new Doctor.

She loved every soft wrinkle in his face, every strand of pale hair, and the way his eyes flicked back and forth between hers when she was having a serious conversation with him. Clara and the Doctor had never been able to have a serious conversation before without shouting and crying and the overwhelming sense of hurt, but now they sat and talked quietly, calmly, and if one of them started to cry, the other one held them and provided comfort just by being there.

Clara still referred to him as her boyfriend around her family and friends. Angie and Artie had wondered what happened to the Doctor, her previous 'boyfriend', but she and the Doctor had decided to keep it a secret from them. Basically, nobody exactly approved of their relationship, considering the age difference.

If they only knew.

"How long are you going to stay with me?" the Doctor's soft voice brought Clara back to reality, breaking her from her thoughts. She turned her body so she was facing him, and she smiled. Clara reached out and let her fingers trail over his cheek.

"As long as I live." she whispered. The Doctor smiled brightly, and she knew it was the right moment. The one she'd been waiting to come up for a while now. She propped herself up onto her elbow and he lifted his head up a little, bringing his lips up to meet hers. Their lips connected, and life was bliss.

Yeah.

Life was beautiful.