Together

Clara knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself. She kissed him back, just as softly as he kissed her. Her hands found his and she held them loosely.

He pulled back after a moment. Clara bit her lip, looking up at him. What did this mean? Were they... together now? She didn't know.

"You were saying?" She asked a bit breathlessly. For such a simple kiss, it had really taken her breath away. The Doctor, who had looked so serious a second ago, smiled nervously.

"I think you know, Clara." He said, standing up. He kept his hands in hers and lead her down the hall, walking backwards.

"I think I know, too," Clara admitted. "But, I'd like to hear you say it." The Doctor shook his head, smile still playing on his lips. His grin was so infectious that she found herself beaming, as well.

"Nah, I don't think it needs saying." Clara rolled her eyes. If she was to take this as him liking her, and if they were together now, she was going to get him to say it. Maybe not right then, but someday.

He led her to her room, opening the door for her. "I think it's time for the human to get some rest." Clara nodded, a yawn breaking through her lips. In a moment of bravery, she stood up on her tiptoes and pecked the Doctor on the lips.

"Good night," she murmured sleepily, walking into her room. The Doctor stood there in a slight daze. It was one thing to be the one initiating the kiss, and another to know she wanted to kiss him, too.

Clara smiled to herself as she took a quick shower. She didn't stop smiling even when she climbed into bed, turning the light off.

Lalala

Clara sleepily made herself some coffee and eggs, moving about the kitchen slowly. Her mind was only half thinking about her task, while the other half buzzed over the two kisses that had occurred the night before.

The Doctor appeared in the doorway, smiling at her. "Good morning." She smiled back, flipping an egg.

"Morning, Doctor," she said, yawning. "What shall we do today?" The egg broke, leading Clara to scowl. She hated when the eggs broke.

"I guess they'll be scrambled eggs now, eh?" The Doctor asked jokingly, taking the spatula from her. He began to scramble her eggs. He was quiet a moment.

"You kissed me last night." He said finally. She nodded, a little confused.

"You kissed me first," she reminded him. He nodded.

"I know, I just-"

"You said I knew what that meant."

"And I'm sure you do." He paused, searching for the right words. "I guess I didn't realize you felt the same way." He scraped the eggs from the pan and into a bowl.

"Of course I do," Clara mumbled, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "How could I not?" The last part was to herself, but the Doctor heard anyway. He handed her the bowl of eggs and a fork.

"I'm glad you do," he said after a moment. Clara nodded, shoveling some eggs into her mouth.

"Is it going to keep being awkward like this?" She asked lightly. The Doctor shook his head, leaning down and kissing her. Quickly, she swallowed her eggs and kissed him back.

"No more awkwardness," he promised. "Now, where should we go today? We could meet Shakespeare, or go to the Lost Moon of Poosh- before it was lost, of course- or-" Clara laughed, glad things were kind of getting back to normal. Well, as normal as they could be without Rose or Mickey there. And with the two of them together like they were now.

"What if we went and met Monet?" Clara suggested brightly. Monet was the only painter she liked. Hell, he was the only thing from history that she really liked. The Doctor grinned.

"Alright, then! Finish up your eggs and off we'll go!" He gave her a kiss on the forehead this time, then bounded off to who know's where.

Lalala

The Doctor was laughing loudly and Clara was pouting as they reentered the TARDIS, fresh from their trip to visit Monet. Both of them were covered in different colors of paint. Clara's entire nose was yellow. The Doctor's hair was mostly red.

"That was hilarious!" The Doctor wheezed, gripping a railing to keep him from falling over.

"That wasn't funny!" Clara whined. "Monet hates me, now!" The Doctor couldn't stop laughing and just shook his head. Clara grumbled to herself, arms crossed. "I'm gonna go shower."

"Aw, Clara!" The Doctor called after her. "I'm sure Monet doesn't hate you! I can go back and explain to him-" Clara was out of earshot by then, so he gave up.

After her shower, Clara was in an even worse mood. Bits of blue and green paint still clung to her hair, refusing to wash out. The Doctor tried, in vain, to cheer her up. Until, finally, he had an idea.

"How about we watch a movie?" He suggested. She glanced up from a blue section of her hair.

"What movie?" She asked, giving up on her hair. She pulled it up into a messy, wet bun on top of her head. The Doctor shrugged.

"I've got loads in the movie room-"

"You've got a movie room?" Clara cried. "How did I not know this?" The Doctor just laughed at her. He held out his hand and she took it.

After Clara finished gushing about how amazing the movie room was- an entire wall filled with DVDs, and a 40 inch flat screen!- Clara was faced with the dilemma of choosing a movie. Should she go with something she'd seen before, or something she hadn't? A classic, a movie from her time, or a movie from the future?

"I give up," Clara moaned. "You pick something." The Doctor shrugged and picked a movie.

"How about the first Harry Potter?" He asked, pulling it from the shelf. "Since we met J. K. Rowling and everything." Clara nodded happily.

"That one's my favorite, anyway." She made her way over to the popcorn maker in the room- she had spent at least five minutes freaking out about that- and made herself and the Doctor some popcorn while he set up the film.

The two sat snuggled on the comfy couch, a blanket draped over them. The bowl of popcorn was nestled in both of their laps. The movie started and Clara leaned her head on the Doctor's shoulder. He then rested his head on top of hers.

Clara could barely concentrate on the movie. She was too happy to be cuddling with the Doctor like she was. She never would have thought that would happen. And she was enjoying herself immensely.

At the end of the movie, Clara looked up to see that the Doctor had fallen asleep. Vaguely, Clara wondered when he had slept last. She hadn't realized he was so tired.

Feeling very happy that she could do it now, Clara leaned over and gave him a light kiss, careful not to wake him up. Then, she snuggled even closer and let herself fall asleep, too.

She didn't see the small smile on his face.

A/N: Damn, I'm just whipping these chapters out, aren't I? I hope you're enjoying it, because I don't know how long this'll last! I just have a lot of free time lately.

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