Just the two of us
Written by Loverly Souris
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Jacuzzi and jealousy
Jacuzzi
dedicated to NoLongerAGuest
"Oh, and by the way, there is a hot tub room, right next to the swimming pool and the sauna, if you are interested." The Doctor can barely finish the sentence as Clara, gathering her remaining energy, dashes out towards the corridors. She comes to a halt before disappearing though, and she turns back towards him grinning.
"You're welcome to join me, Doctor."
As she runs away, she can only assume that he lets out an embarrassed yelp and she giggles delightedly. It's always so much fun to tease him.
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Less than twenty minutes later, she is sitting in a large hot tub, wearing a simple black one-piece bathing suit, her hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head, extremely content. She can practically feel the exhaustion evaporating into the soft mist from her body and she moans. I'll definitely have to kick his pretty little arse for not mentioning this before, she thinks – or so she wants to think, but her train of thought is interrupted by the image of his rear, and even though she doesn't intend to, her mind continues fantasizing.
Until the object of her daydreams shows up and slides into the tub next to her.
"Hi," he flashes a goofy grin at her and for a second Clara looks at him like she's seen a ghost.
"Uhm, hi. Why are you here?"
"You invited me, remember?"
"Didn't know you'd actually come. Down boy. There's such a thing as too keen."
The expression on his face is so hilarious that Clara bursts out laughing. The Doctor pouts. "You're cruel, you know that?"
"Oh, please," Clara chuckles, brushing away her tears from her eyes. "I'm just joking. You know I love you."
As soon as she blurts it out, she regrets it immediately, because the Doctor stiffens and stares at her incredulously. "No, I didn't," he says finally.
Clara bites her lip. It'd be the best to pretend she didn't say anything. "You didn't what?"
"I didn't know you loved me."
She snorts amusedly. Looks like the cat is out of the bag. Her previous plan to pretend fails miserably. "You think I would have sacrificed myself for a person whom I don't love?" Her voice softens as she sits a bit closer to him. "You daft old man."
"But… you really love me? With a romantic, humany-wumany love?"
Clara smiles. "I do."
The Doctor's face lights up like thousands of stars and his eyes are sparkling with happiness. He cups her cheek into his hands and leans his forehead against hers. "I can't believe it, Clara, I-" But she cuts him off with a passionate kiss. The constant swirl of bubbles from the jets is stroking their skin as Clara places her hands onto his chest, one over each heart.
It's amazing where a simple slip of the tongue can lead, she wonders mischievously and she almost laughs into the kiss.
For example, to more slips of the tongue.
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Jealousy
Cardiff.
Considering the location, the unexpected visitor who waltzes into the TARDIS is not so unexpected on a second thought – but it doesn't mean it wouldn't have been nice to avoid him.
"Hello, Doc! Oh I see you gave the old girl a makeover. And look at that! New face? Liked the previous ones more, this one has too much chin."
The Doctor silently curses every god in every universe that he's miscalculated himself and landed in a time when the rift hasn't been active, so it's taking much longer to refill. "Hello, Jack," he greets the Captain and the man flashes a smile at him. He hugs him and the Doctor's irritation subsides a bit.
Jack is, after all, one of his few true friends.
"How are you?"
"I'm okay," Jack says. "Died a few times. Rose's resurrection charm still works. Speaking of Rose, did you manage to kidnap another cute girl?"
Right on cue, Clara appears in the console room before the Doctor can open his mouth to deny it. "Doctor, your snog box misplaced my laptop. Again. Do you have any idea where- oh." She stops as she notices the guest who jumps to her and grabs her hands – far too eagerly, in the Doctor's opinion.
He sighs. "Jack, this is Clara Oswald. My companion. Clara, this is my friend-"
"Captain Jack Harkness, at your service," Jack cuts in and places a kiss onto her left hand. Despite of a slight blush, Clara smirks.
"Doctor, since when do you have such a handsome friend and where have you been hiding him?"
Jack gives her an amused grin while the Doctor stiffens in the background. The irritation is starting to bubble up in him again.
The Captain grabs her chin playfully and turns her head from side-to-side, deciding to play along. "How do you do that, Doc? They are getting prettier and prettier."
The Doctor bursts between them. "Okay, that's enough!"
"Are you jealous?" Clara laughs.
"Oh, you shouldn't be," Jack practically purrs and pats the Doctor's face with his other hand. "You know how I feel about you."
Clara stares at their exchange. Her mind conjures up an image that is… quite interesting. Her blush turns deeper and she is speechless until Jack laughs and releases them.
"Anyway, I thought I'd just pop in to say hi, but now I think you really should invite me for lunch."
The Doctor groans. "Do we have to?"
"Don't worry. I won't steal your fiancée," he promises and smiles down at the engagement ring on Clara's delicate finger.
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Thank you for reading! :)
Double upload! Because I decided that I want to keep the schedule after all. :D
Also, I know what you're thinking now - "Loverly Souris, what happened to your angst? Why are you writing so many light-hearted drabbles nowadays?" The answer is quite simple. Due to a recent tragedy in my family, I've pushed angst and other sad topics aside for the time being. But don't worry, fellow angst-lovers. I promise I'm going to write more for you as well, pretty soon. :)