Day 8: Shopping

Rating: T

Summary: Clara and the Doctor are at the mall when Clara sees something she absolutely needs.

Word Count: 1,488

Notes: So I've been really excited to read this chapter from before I started writing even the first chapter. I hope you think it's cheeky and enjoy it!

This is taken from my 30 Day Challenge "Everything She Does is Magic". I really liked this chapter and got some great feedback on it, so I decided to post it as a standalone along with the bonus content that I wrote for it. Enjoy!

The Doctor had decided to drop by the Maitland's house on a whim one Saturday morning.

"So, what are you up to today?"

"Nothing really, the kids aren't in school today, so they're sleeping in. George went to go pick up some ingredients for pancakes."

"Cool. Do you mind if I stick around for a bit today? Not really in the mood for an adventure. Well… unless you are… then we can go once George gets back."

Clara laughed at him. "No, I think one near-death experience is good enough each week."

"Okay, then what fun things can we do around here today?"

Just then, Angie came barreling down the stairs, still in her pajamas and phone in hand. "Nina just texted, can I go to the mall this afternoon?"

"We can go shopping." Clara said turning to the Doctor.

"Sure!"

"Yes Angie, you can go." Clara told the teenager.

"Ugh, does this mean I have to go with you and your crazy space boyfriend?"

Clara was about to jump in and point out that the Doctor wasn't her boyfriend, but he interjected, "You won't even know we're there."

"Fine. We're going after lunch."

At one o'clock PM, Angie, Clara and the Doctor set out to the mall. Angie met Nina and they set a meeting time, then went their separate ways.

"Anywhere specifically you want to go, Doctor?"

"I—I don't know. I don't really shop, at all… nevermind in the 21st century. You lead the way.

"Alright." Clara took him into a few different stores, none of them appealed to his taste in clothing. He did however buy a pair of bowtie printed boxers and a pair of little green alien printed boxers, which earned an eye-roll from Clara.

Clara also dragged him to a few stores that she liked, trying on mountains of shoes and inspecting shelves of high-end purses.

There was still an hour left until they were to meet up with Angie, and they had already hit most of the mall.

"Should we go sit by the food court or something while we wait?" The Doctor asked.

"I guess so, we could walk by the pet store and look at the kittens."

"I guess so. Kill some time."

As they made their way to the pet store, a bright pink store caught Clara's eye. In the display window was a mannequin wearing a bra and panty set that made Clara gasp. "The Victoria's Secret Bombshell collection! I've meant to go in and try it for so long now, Doctor do you mind if we stop in for a moment?"

The Doctor scratched his head and looked into the big store. "Sure why not, what harm could it do?"

"Awesome. Come on!" She grabbed his hand and excitedly dragged him into the store.

Upon entering, his eyes widened. Lingerie was hanging from every inch of this place. There was nowhere safe to look. It was possible that he was the only man in the store.

Clara saw the Doctor's state of shock and started to laugh. "Geez, it looks like you've never been in a lingerie store before."

He gulped. "I haven't."

"Oh, wasn't expecting that."

"Yeah, bet you weren't. So, you were looking for something?"

She paused. "Right. The Bombshell." She smiled and continued on into the store.

On her quest to find the Bombshell, Clara passed racks and racks of frilly, lacy sets. She had picked up a few to try on. The Doctor didn't really know at all what to think about this experience. Clara was just his friend; he had always just seen her as a girl, as she was. He never expected to be thinking about what underthings she was wearing, and now he was. His face grew hot as he started to imagine the pieces she was currently wearing under her clothes.

The two moved further through the store, away from the patterned basic everyday pieces into the more elaborately styled numbers. Some of these couldn't even really work as underwear, they had bits and bobs that would definitely show through t-shirts and certain types of pants.

"Clara, how is one supposed to wear that underneath clothing?" He pointed to a bra that was covered in rhinestones and feathers.

She laughed at him. "You're not supposed to wear that under your clothes, silly."

"Then… why do they have it? Doesn't that defeat the purpose?"

She sighed. "Doctor, think about a… situation… where people don't need to wear clothes overtop their underwear."

He pondered it for a bit, and then it came to him. "Oh."

"There we go."

"It's… for sex."

She giggled at his shy demeanor, and continued on.

The Doctor followed her with his arms held close to his body. His hand would brush the odd corset, and a shiver would rise through him, causing him to pout. He hadn't realized that Clara had stopped in front of him, and he bumped into her clumsily.

"Sorry Clara, I didn't mean to—what are you staring at?"

"There it is, the Bombshell. Which colour should I get?" She held up a pink bra and a red bra.

"Um… Um I think I like…" Would Clara care what colour bra he liked? She wasn't buying them for him; he wasn't going to actually see them on her… was he?

"Tough choice. I think I'll just try them both on." Clara turned from the rack and headed towards the fitting rooms.

"Wait for me!" The Doctor yelled as he ran after her. He wove his way through the racks and found himself staring at a rather large expanse of wall. She couldn't have walked through the wall, there's got to be an opening. He never realized that he was actually standing outside the fitting room until a young female attendant found him.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes, my friend Clara's just gone to try some stuff on."

"Okay, would you like to sit on the chair outside her room?"

"Why that would be lovely, thank you." He sat in a large pink chair right outside the brightly coloured door. "Clara, I'm outside." He called to her.

"Okay Doctor won't be too long now."

The Doctor sat outside the room silently until the door was slightly creeping open.

"I need your opinion on something." Clara came into view wearing the pink "bombshell" bra she had so badly wanted. His eyes went wider than he thought they ever could. He tried as hard as he could to look at her face, but this… wonderful contraption that encased her breasts was really just calling him to look.

"What's up Clara?"

"I can't decide between this or the red." She stood with her hands on her hips looking down at her now extremely defined cleavage. The whole reason Clara had wanted this Bombshell bra was because it was supposed to up your cup by two sizes. They really weren't kidding.

"Um… do I just…" The Doctor was pretty sure this was some sort of a trap. No girl just invited a guy friend of theirs to openly look at their boobs… and give their opinions on them.

Clara sighed, then giggled. "Just tell me how it looks!"

"Well… I like it… I think."

"Okay, but how does my boobs look in it?"

His hearts started pounding. He really didn't know what to say. He heard something in the distance, and the fitting room attendant was looking at them laughing. Clara looked over there and started laughing with her.

"They're very… perky, and… round."

"Doctor, just tell me, do my boobs look good in this bra?"

"…Yes." He gulped nervously.

"Thank you! I'll show you the red." Clara dipped back into the room.

The Doctor was rubbing his hands nervously. He touched his hair and fixed his bowtie. What just happened? Did Clara just openly ask me to comment on her… chest? His hearts pounded in his chest. He couldn't get the thought of her out of his head.

He was taken away from his thoughts when the door opened again. Clara stepped out of the door in the same bra, but in red.

She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips once more. A sarcastic smile was on her face. She was silent except for a faint, "What do you think?"

The Doctor couldn't take his eyes away from her. "It's…" He cleared his throat, "you're beautiful."

The smile was wiped off her face. Her eyes went soft, and a watery smile replaced the snarky one.

"Okay, I think I'll get this one." She ducked back into the room to put on her regular clothing.

Clara paid for her stuff, and they walked out of the store.

Just outside the store, Clara shyly took the Doctor's hand in her own. She did it wordlessly, and looking straight ahead. The Doctor peered down at their clasped hands and smiled.