Title: A Day and Life on the TARDIS

Author: Flydye8/Heintz571

Pairings: Clara/12th Doctor

Rating: T (just to be on the safe side)

Summary: This is a collection of stories about the times in-between Clara's and the Doctor's adventures. The ones we never see; because we all know once you starting living with someone, life always gets more interesting. The stories are primarily fluffiness, domestication, and a loving friendship taking place after "Last Christmas".

Author's Note: I am writing these because the ideas keep distracting me from writing on my other 12/Clara stories, so I figured, I might as well get them out of my head and penned down. I usually don't take requests, but if there is a storyline you want to see written put your requests in the comments, I will see what ideas come to me. Happy reading.

Clara had always been aware of the Doctor's hands. As she watched him work on his console, repairing some alien circuitry; she could help but compare the two aspects of the Doctor she has traveled with.

Traveling with her first Doctor she was always amazed how adamant his hand movements were, how they flailed around as he spoke, how he would grab her own hand when running or when he needed some emotional support. Their intermingled fingers were a comfort for both of them.

In contrast, her new Doctor didn't hold her hand as much, but she was still captivated by them. The way he held his sonic with just two of his fingers and his the thumb the first and fifth digits extending out, when he lifted them up making a point; or the adorable way he would nibble his thumb when he was nervous about something. She noticed all these things and more in regards to his hands they were elegant, graceful and gentle.

When he grabbed her hand, as they investigated 3G, his grip was soft and supportive rubbing the top of her hand just enough to show how much he cared about her without being obtrusive. Out of all the hands she has held in her lifetime holding his was the most profound for her and the most important. But as she continued to watch him work she noticed one other thing about his hands, they caused him pain.

He tried to hide the pain from her, massaging them when he thought she would not notice, just as he was doing now with his back towards her.

Tired of him hiding it from her she approached him, "Doctor let me see your hands."

Turning to face her he questioned with a look of nervousness in his eyes, "Why, there is no reason for you to see them."

Tilting her head to the side, she reached out with her own hands, "Just give them to me. I can help with the pain."

Moving to the other side of the console, wiggling his fingers in the air he spoke adamantly, "See my hands are fine, no pain."

"Doctor," Clara began moving closer to him pleading with her eyes for him to comply, "Please let me help you."

Raising his hands pointing his finger at her, he commanded, "No, don't do the eye thing; I really dislike the eye thing."

"I will stop the eye thing, if you let me see your hands."

Not being able to resist her he sighed with exasperation, "Oh okay, just make it fast, I need to finish repairing the TARDIS."

Smiling she grabbed both of his hands and led him to his leather chair on the promenade once he was seated she kneeled down next to him. Cupping his left wrist with both of her hands, she massaged it with her fingers and thumbs, pressing firmly as she rotated the joint in a circle. Dragging her hands down the skin toward the palm she continued to massage in a circular motion paying close attention to soft skin in-between the fingers.

After a few minutes, she engulfed each of his fingers with her hands pulling gently from knuckle to tip; lining her fingers with the underside of his, she pushed gently hyperextending them stretching the tendons and joints at the same time. Finishing with his left hand, she repeated her actions on the right.

So focused on her task she didn't notice the Doctor watching her as she massaged his hands, relief showing on his face. He didn't know how she found out about his hands, but was thankful she did the achiness he has felt in them since his regeneration receded immensely with her ministrations.

When she started with his right hand he closed his eyes, relishing in the sensations, she was causing with her comforting touch within minutes he was asleep.

Clara heard a soft snore from the Doctor and smiled as she finished with his right hand, standing she moved silently reaching behind his chair she retrieved the blanket he always kept there. After draping it over his body, she continued to move stealthily through the console room toward the kitchen to make some tea and wait till he woke up from his nap.

She was glad she insisted on taking care of his hands. Waiting for the water to boil she promised to herself that she would do it more often, if he let her.

Because noticing them was not enough for her anymore, she now needed to feel them as well.