HAVE A NICE FLUFFY ONESHOT I̶'̶M̶ ̶S̶O̶ ̶S̶O̶R̶R̶Y̶

3 WG2

The sunset was just so…gorgeous. So brilliant. The orange hues mixing with the red ones, creating a beautiful mix of colors. The sky was cloudless, and the air here seemed lighter than back on earth, making it so much easier to breathe and so much easier to think. Maybe humans would be capable of so much more if the earth's atmosphere was as light and inviting as this one.

She quietly mentioned this to the Doctor, and he explained that the earth used to be just like this planet, but the humans came along and while they evolved, so did the planet. Humans couldn't last longer than three days on this planet without the air eventually poisoning them. Clara sighed.

She let her eyes rake over the new Doctor's body. He was a bit taller than the last one, and his white hair was curly, and he had eyebrows. His eyes were an icy blue that could shoot daggers and scare the Daleks, but to her they were more of a warm ocean blue, only giving her warmth. He looked extremely comfortable right now, his eyes closed, so at peace, so content. She couldn't help it.

Clara leaned onto her hand and leaned over the Doctor, who was lying on the ground, and she brought her lips to his.

The second time they kissed, their surrounding where much more dangerous.

The planet, Karaxo, was being attacked by the Daleks, and the Doctor and Clara had to split up. The Doctor to give ways to defeat the Daleks, and she was being forced to fight. Before they were split up, Clara clung tightly to the Doctor's lapels and smushed her lips to his desperately, feeling his own fingers clutch at her waist possessively, as if he'd never let her go. Unfortunately, he had to, and he was dragged one way, she was dragged the other way.

It was three weeks before the Daleks were defeated and the Doctor and Clara were released to each other. That was the time of their third kiss. They ran into each other's embrace and sucked at each other's lips, running their fingers through each other's hair, soaking in each other's warmth and comfort.

The fourth time they kissed was on Gallifrey, when they found it and brought it back to their universe. They'd stepped out of the TARDIS and onto the red grass, and their hands clasped together, as if to say forever. They were forever, the Doctor and his impossible girl. She leaned up and he met her halfway, their lips joining together in a symbolic fashion, wordlessly promising to stay together no matter the words of the Doctor's own race.

The fifth time they kissed was at their wedding, held on Gallifrey. It had turned out that the TimeLords respected Clara, knowing exactly who she was and how she was and how important she was. Without Clara Oswald, they wouldn't have the Doctor, and without the Doctor, Gallifrey would be burnt and the Universe would be collapsed and ended before its time. So, in their eyes, the two were already married in a way, bonded by their fingerprints on each other's, their hands held together throughout the universe.

The Doctor and Clara exchanged their vows, Clara remembering gallifreyan from her multiple lives on the planet. It was the most beautiful language she had ever spoken, sounding like music to her ears.

Each their families were there, the Doctor's family, who had not burnt in the TimeWar as he had thought, and Clara's Dad and Gran, who both were a little bewildered by the fact that their daughter and grand-daughter was marrying an alien.

The wedding was beautiful and over too soon, the screams of a foreign race entering the skies.

The sixth time they kissed was as Clara lay dying in the Doctor's arms, having been shot down by a Dalek's laser beam. The Daleks had found Gallifrey again, and were attacking. Fortunately, the Doctor had been prepared for this, and the TimeLords had successfully killed every single Dalek in the universe, but it was too late.

Clara was dying in his arms.

A tear slipped from his ocean blue eyes and landed on Clara's cheek, making her smile and chuckle softly.

"I love you," she whispered. He kissed her, and she was gone.

Nothing could describe the loss that he felt, and the power in his scream after her life ended, the universe itself trembling, for the Doctor had lost his impossible girl.

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