*A/N: Kind of rushed this chapter because I realised half way through that I wasn't happy with the direction it was taking and by the time I started to rewrite it I was falling way behind on the prompts but hopefully it's bigger on the inside.

Day Two: First Time

The Doctor knew it wasn't a Wednesday and that she specified taking a trip in the TARDIS once a week but it was Valentine's Day! The Doctor was sure she would make an exception and let him take her somewhere nice. Of course, he hadn't told her prior to the evening. He had meant to, he really had. He wanted to ask her out the previous Wednesday (which was only about six hours ago for the Doctor. He didn't like having to wait to see his Clara again) but looking into her wide, brown eyes he couldn't bring himself to say anything remotely similar to what he wanted to.

The one thing that kept him sane was the knowledge that she hadn't been asked out by anyone else. He'd called Mr. Maitland two days ago from his point of view but an hour ago from the Doctor's, to ask if she was working Valentine's night. Mr Maitland had told the Doctor that she was and after some quick bargaining the Doctor convinced Mr Maitland to take the night off work himself, leaving Clara free to do as she pleases, and take the kids out bowling himself. (Evidently, Angie had opted to stay over at Nina's instead, too embarrassed to go to the cinema with her dad and her little brother, especially on Valentine's Day.)

He adjusted his bowtie and slicked his hair in one swift moment in front of the mirror. He strode to the front door with an aura of faked confidence and a bouquet of flowers behind his back, checking his watch just to be sure he had the right time. He smiled, seeing that he'd landed on the right date - and even the right time! He was always careful about time when it came to getting Clara. He didn't want to miss a single Wednesday. Six o' clock: the Maitlands should be gone now, leaving Clara alone in the house. He knocked on the door, a little shyly at first before remembering she needed to actually hear him.

It took several of the most suspenseful moments of the Doctor's long life for Clara to open the door. He had already pulled the flowers out from behind his back before the door had even cracked open.

"Doctor?" Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly in confusion as she stared up at him.

He beamed briefly, just delighted to see her and her cute little nose again. She looked flawless as ever. Her hair tied into a curled ballerina-like bun behind her head, her lips a glossy red and wearing an adorable blue dress that ended just above her knees. "Um hello...these are for you," he said awkwardly, handing her the flowers.

She took them almost dazedly.

"You look wonderful by the way - you always do of course but ... different wonderful."

Underneath her simple layer of make-up, a blush crept onto her cheeks. "Thank you," she said, feeling a twinge in her stomach of guilt while in her head she couldn't help but be annoyed. "But what are you doing here?"

The Doctor cleared his throat. A small part of him had hoped she'd see the flowers and his new suit and put the pieces together, no questions asked and hop aboard the TARDIS but he knew he would have to confess.

"Well, you see...we've been travelling together for a while now and I-I can't help but notice how much I - how much I like you," he stammered. "And not as a ... friend. I mean, of course you are my friend! The best of friends but I think-" Actually, he knew but he didn't want to come across as too clingy so soon, "I'm starting-" Again, he knew he was sugar-coating it to save them both some embarrassment. "to like you in another way as well. I was hoping maybe you did too..." he finished, bright red at this point.

Clara put a hand over her mouth. "I-" She glanced quickly around the street to see a number of people passing or children just playing in the garden. "Come in," she suggested instead, taking him gently by the sleeve and guiding him inside the house. She shut the door with her full body, something she always did out of habit.

She placed the flowers on the hallway table, grateful that it fit. She let out a heavy sigh and punched him in the arm.

"Ow!" he cried, his face scrunched in horror at her violent rejection. He had learned a while back that Clara was tougher than she looked but he barely noticed the physical pain her fist had left below his shoulder. Okay then, he thought sadly. Guessing she doesn't like me back. "I'll take that as a maybe then," he said, trying his best to sound casual and cheeky about it to hide how much it hurt.

Clara looked incredibly annoyed and then it dawned on him. The Doctor's face fell. "Oh," he whispered, his voice croaking. Stupid, he thought of himself. Why on Earth would Clara have dressed up if she thought she was going to spend the night watching romantic comedies on the sofa? "Who is it?"

She groaned. "Not who. It. I agreed to go to a stupid singles-party!"

He couldn't help but laugh until he saw Clara's expression then crawled back into his shell of mild curiosity. "Why?" he asked.

"Because I was pissed at you and I was too embarrassed to turn down the night off," she huffed.

"Wait, what? Why were you annoyed with me?"

"I thought you might ask me so I turned down some blokes who were pretty nice but y'know...not you," she began sheepishly. "And then you didn't so I was left dateless for Valentine's."

The Doctor flushed slightly pink. "Oh, I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I-if you don't want to go that's...that's fine," he said sombrely, his head bowed low.

A small smirk crept onto Clara's face. "Well you're not changing your mind that easy," she told him. "Of course I'm going. You just deserved a consequence for being an idiot."

Despite being a touch embarrassed that he'd been an idiot he smiled widely, grateful that she'd accepted. "Right then, Clara Oswald-" He held his head up high and outstretched his hand to her, "Shall we be off?"

Clara giggled lightly and took his hand, unlocking the door with the other and grabbing her small bag. "You're still an idiot," she told him, running into the TARDIS, her heels clacking rhythmically on the driveway.

He swiftly soniced the Maitland's front door shut at the last minute after muting his school-boy chuckles as Clara pulled him excitedly into the TARDIS. "Wait," she said with a frown. "I've got to phone her and tell her I can't make it," Clara explained, reaching into her bag for her mobile. The Doctor gently put a hand on hers. "You can do it after. I can get you back to before you even left."

"But I didn't see two of me there," she pointed out.

"It's a figure of speech," he sighed jokingly. "But if you're going to take it literally I can materialise upstairs with the engines on silent."

She gasped teasingly. "Doctor, are you planning on going to my bedroom so quickly?" Clara asked, pretending to sound astonished.

As she expected, the Doctor turned bright red. "Oh shut up not like that," he huffed.

Clara laughed but she couldn't help to wonder after his reaction. "Are we a couple now?"

He paused. "Well, I would hope that's what you agreed to."

"It is," she assured with a quick nod of her head.

Even though he assumed that's what she understood to be happening, hearing her agree out loud made his face light up. "Thank you," he said impulsively. The Doctor opened his mouth to correct himself but he wasn't sure what he would change his words to.

She bit on her lip, hesitating before taking a small step forward and reaching up on her toes to give his lips a gentle kiss. Clara almost laughed at how long she'd waited to do that. It was just a sweet, simple kiss, but being able to finally do it felt euphoric.

The Doctor felt a barmy grin crease his features as he leant down to kiss his Impossible Girl again. It had been about finding out who she was and how she came to be in his life when he'd found her but not long after Clara Oswald had found her way back into his life had he given up on caring. Of course, he still wanted to know how this seemingly ordinary - but extraordinary and nothing if not one of the most important people he'd ever met - girl came to be but there was something more important than her mystery, and that was simply Clara herself. Perhaps he was being hasty, rushing into a relationship - god knew he'd learned they never ended well, but this time it was different. She had made such a difference in his life so quickly that he couldn't face to loose her, didn't want to waste one second of his time with this woman. Out of pure nerves and insecurity he had wasted countless opportunities where he had been about to do this very thing. He hadn't kissed her in fear that if he did, she would be disgusted and leave, never letting the Doctor to see her again. It wasn't worth the risk.

Clara leaned in happily to the kiss, so glad he had reciprocated. She wrapped her hands tightly around his neck as she deepened the intensity. The Doctor cupped her face with his hand, tracing small lines over her delicate cheek bones with his finger while the other hand firmly grasped her waist. He was a bit out of practice, but given a couple centuries of experience he was sure it wouldn't be too hard to get back into the swing of things.

She was the one who finally broke apart for a breath of air, leaving the Doctor breathing heavily to the side of her face while a satisfied smirk grew in the corner of his mouth. "I told you it was a snogbox," she tittered.

He burst into laughter, putting a hand on her shoulder for support as he looked into her eyes once more. "It can be our snogbox as often as you like," he offered cheekily.

Clara giggled and pulled him by the jacket collar into another kiss, rougher this time. The Doctor's hand went back to it's former position at her waist while the other tangled in her hair. He broke away this time, worried he would get too ahead of himself. "So, that date," he said awkwardly.

"Can wait," she finished for him as she gave him another quick kiss. "I've got a much better idea for now," Clara chuckled, slowly moving her fingers to push off his jacket.