Day 8: Shopping (Extra Content)

Rating: strong T+ for some stuffy stuff stuff not meant for kids.

Word Count: 1,489

Notes: For the record, it never meant to get to be this. I tried so hard to make this short, and all that went out the window when I started writing. I'm really sorry.

Later that night at the Maitland's, the Doctor decided it was time for him to go. He said goodbye to Angie, Artie and George, and Clara walked him to the door. She stepped outside with him and shut the door behind her.

"You still coming round on Wednesday?"

"Of course I am, I always do."

"Good." She stood up on her tippy toes to wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug. He mimicked her, pulling her in by the waist. "Thank you for coming with me today."

"It was no problem, I had a good time."

She pulled away from the hug slightly, asking for silent permission with her eyes. He seemed to know what she was asking, because he leaned in towards her, and they met in the middle for a soft kiss. She pulled away after a few moments, but he pulled her back in enthusiastically making her giggle softly.

They kissed for a while, then Clara insisted that she had to go. He walked back to the TARDIS in a state of bliss.

On Wednesday, the Doctor landed the TARDIS in the Maitlands' front yard again. Clara ran out of the house carrying a small knapsack. They set off for the stars once she was safely in the machine, and had given her Doctor a kiss hello.

Clara immediately suggested they swim around in the pool for a bit, just to spend some time together before adventuring. She ran into the Doctor's room, claiming that she needed to change into her suit.

A few minutes later, he heard her calling.

"Doctor, can I get your help for a mo'?"

"Sure. On my way." He said entering the room.

Behind the door was Clara. She was lying back on the pillows of his bed dressed in none other than the rhinestone lingerie set he had been so flustered by in Victoria's Secret.

"Clara! Wh—where—what?"

"Don't you like it Doctor? I went back and got them on Monday." She was giggling quite hard at his shy, flustered expression. Her laugh made the top of her breasts shake; his eyes were drawn directly to them.

He realized that he was full on staring, and quickly looked away. He heard the bed rustle, and Clara was suddenly in front of him.

"What's up, Doc? You haven't said much since walking in."

He looked at her incredulously at her bad pun. "Nothing, just… surprised is all. You look… amazing." Her hair was wilder than usual; she had curled it slightly so it fell in soft, messy waves down her shoulders. She looked shyly at the ground, smiling. "I just… I wasn't expecting this."

"Well that was the point! It's not really a surprise if you know about it." He laughed at that.

"It was quite a sexy surprise."

"I'm glad!" Clara blushed furiously. It was easy for her to dress up like this and act sexy, but actually hearing him say she was sexy made her feel giddy and shy all at the same time.

She was shocked when he ran the back of his hand lightly down her arm. She looked back up into his eyes, and he had a slight smile on his face.

"So, why did you really pick these up?"

"Well, it was really cute how flustered you were when you saw them, and don't think I didn't notice your face when I showed you those bras. I really wasn't sure what you'd say, but back in the store you made me feel beautiful, and sexy, and… I don't know… desired."

"I'm glad!" He said mimicking her. "You should feel all those things… you are all those things." She looked away and blushed again. "Do you not know how beautiful you are?"

"Now I do." She said looking up at him with a watery smile.

"You don't need all this frilly, shiny lingerie to make me think you're beautiful. I love you the way you are, now matter how you look." She looked up at him shocked. He looked shocked himself. I can't believe I said that.

"I love you too." He kissed her softly before continuing.

"You don't need those to look beautiful." He gestured to her clothing, or lack of it. "But you do look beautiful. And hey, while we're here…" he whispered shyly, "What do you say we put those to good use?"

Clara once again looked shocked. "Well, if we're putting these to good use, I think you're a little overdressed."

"Ouch." The Doctor said quietly, but didn't deny that he was indeed overdressed. He begun to take of his jacket, and Clara sat back on the edge of the bed.

The Doctor had taken off everything but his trousers. He looked at her shyly from underneath his lashes, tip of his tongue sticking out slightly, before he flicked open the button, and dropped them. Clara laughed when he did; he was wearing the bowtie printed boxer-briefs he had gotten on their trip to the mall, and they looked hilarious.

"What? What's wrong?" He was not expecting that reaction from her upon dropping his trousers. The Doctor looked at her and was genuinely worried that something was wrong with him. Was she laughing at his body? He knew that he didn't look like some of the men that Clara adored from the media, but he didn't think his body was that bad.

"Your pants… they're… absolutely ridiculous!" He sighed, partially in relief, and partially in annoyance of her vendetta against his love for bowties.

"Yes, okay, hilarious. I get it, not exactly the… sexiest thing to wear when…" He moved to stand in front of her.

"When…?" He looked down, his eyes boring into hers.

"We're actually going to do this, aren't we?"

"Well… I had hoped so…" She said quietly looking away from him shyly. Suddenly she was uncertain. He was all she had wanted since the day she accidentally called the TARDIS, and she wanted this now, but was she pushing him into it? Was this what he wanted? She looked back into his eyes, questioning him.

The Doctor put his hands on her face and bent over to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She could feel things would get heated very quickly. Her heart was pounding, and the only thing keeping her from going slow, mainly for his sake, was her clutching the sheets. She could feel his hands twitch against her face, obviously itching to move somewhere, but afraid. Clara let go of the sheets, and moved to touch the taut skin of his stomach.

His lips stilled, and he pulled away from her. Clara was afraid that she had gone too far, but she was proven wrong when he picked her up and moved her further so she was sitting in the middle of the bed. He crawled slowly towards her. Her breath caught in her throat when he looked up at her. The intensity of his eyes made her heart flutter.

The Doctor moved so each of his knees were on either side of her thighs; his hands moved to touch the soft skin of her waist. Gently, he pushed her back so she was lying down, with him on top of her.

"Is this okay?" He asked her huskily looking down on her through the strands of his hair that had fallen in front of his face. She didn't trust her own voice, so she simply nodded.

"Geronimo." The Doctor kissed her painfully slowly, and started off the afternoon's events.

"Wow."

"Wow indeed."

"Yowzah."

"What did you say?" Clara turned her naked body towards the Doctor's, and propped her head up, leaning on her elbow.

"I said yowzah."

"Why'd you… yowz?"

"Because of… well… because of what we… just did."

"Oh, okay. And was that… a… good yowzah?" Clara questioned. The Doctor could be pretty blunt sometimes, if he didn't like something, he would let you know.

"That yowzah was more than good." He said looking over at her, eyebrows raised, face totally serious. Clara started laughing at him, and he gathered her up in his arms. "I could just lie here forever." He said blissfully.

"I know, me too."

He sighed. "I never knew I wanted this." Clara looked at him curiously. "I always thought the stars would be enough for me, until you came in." He glanced over at her. "I was so lonely though. I don't want to be lonely."

"You don't have to be lonely. You've got me."

"I know." She smiled and buried her head in the crook of his neck. "Clara, would you like to stay with me… in the TARDIS?"

"You want me to move in?"

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"I'd love to." He laughed happily, and bent down to kiss her. Who knew a simple trip to Victoria's Secret would be the catalyst for a great relationship?