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".

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Within the parlor of the TARDIS the Doctor and Clara sat closely together on the couch, warming themselves in front of the fireplace after their picnic in the graveyard. Neither saying a word, both savoring the newest stage of their relationship, content and happy.

For Clara the day was perfect in every way but one questioned remained, one that needed to be answered rubbing his thigh softly she asked, "So where do we go from here?"

"What do you mean?" he countered visibly distracted by her movements on his leg.

"I mean you and me." Removing her hand from its position she gestured between them before continuing, "You know, our relationship."

Grasping her hand he brought it to his lips and kissed it softly, "I don't know. I have never done this before."

Pushing up from his side she looked at him with a tilt of her head, "That's not true; you have done this before with River and Rose." Remembering the time he confided in her about his past intimate loves a few days after their conversation over his companion's tea cups.

"Yes, but never in this body or with this personality. Honestly, I really don't know how it will go. In this instance I am going to rely on your expertise."

"My expertise?" She asked with a confused look on her face, "How am I the expert?"

"You recently were in a relationship with PE." Seeing her glare, he quickly amended remembering her request to not call her deceased love by his chosen nickname, "Sorry, old habits die hard, I mean Danny." Seeing her smile he continued, "So you, in essence are the expert."

"Okay I will give you that, but Danny was human not a moody Time Lord from Gallifrey."

"I'm not.." he stopped, watching her eyebrows rise daring him to finish his statement, "Oh okay, maybe I can be a bit moody at times, but I am over two thousand years old so I think I have a right to be sullen."

Returning to her position next to his body she giggled, "Yeah, I guess you do." Pausing briefly she continued, "Well then since I am the expert.."

"Oh don't let my comment go to your head; I think your ego is big enough." He jested.

Ignoring his interruption she began again, "Since I am the expert, I think slow and steady is good. Let's take it one day at a time and see what happens."

Surprised at her statement he glanced at her to see if she was joking. Seeing that she was serious he stated, "Really, in my experience humans usually want to jump quickly into the intimacy of a relationship."

"Yeah your right, I have done that in the past and more often than not the relationship ends badly." Bringing her hand to his cheek she guided him so his eyes met hers, "I don't want our relationship to end the same way, I care for you to deeply. So I think slow and steady is the right way this time around and when we do become intimate it will be breathtakingly beautiful." Pausing briefly she caressed his cheek, "Besides intimacy is more than physical it is all encompassing."

Smiling at her he stated lovingly, "I couldn't agree more."

"Well that is a change it is not often we agree on things." She responded as she stifled a yawn.

"Hopefully we will agree with each other more often in the future, but I won't hold my breath." Standing he extended his hand, "It has been a long day why don't I bring you to your room so you can get some rest."

Grabbing his hand she giggled, "Doctor, my room is just down the hall you don't have to escort me to it."

"Indulge me, besides it gives me an excuse to kiss you goodnight." He stated as he guided her out of the room.

"You will never need an excuse to kiss me Doctor. Feel free to do it anytime. I really won't mind."

"I will remember that, but there is another reason.." he stated sheepishly.

Halting their movements she interrupted, "Out with it Doctor. What is the other reason?"

"Well you see, the TARDIS, can be a bit covetous when I am involved in a relationship, she becomes a bit... overprotective."

Rolling her eyes she huffed in exasperation, "Oh great, not only do I have to deal with her irritating antics but now I am going to have to deal with her jealousy as well."

Bringing his arm around her waist he guided them further down the passageway, "I wouldn't worry about the TARDIS Clara, you and her are getting along fine. So I don't believe that she will do anything... drastic."

"Have you forgotten what she did to my hair?" she countered.

"No I haven't and I still think she was still being kind." Stopping in front of her bedroom door he gestured, "See your room is just where it was before. So don't worry."

Turning to face him she asked apprehensively, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I am sure." He affirmed as he pulled her body closer to his, "What else can I do to reassure you."

Smiling slyly at him she placed her hands on his shoulders, "Well maybe the kiss you promised me will make me feel better."

"That is something easily done." He whispered as he leaned down and captured her lips, kissing her passionately as he tenderly caressed her exposed arms. Her skin tingled with his touch causing her to moan against his lips resulting in him deepening their kiss.

She lost herself within the feel and taste of him as he kissed her. When he pulled back ending their embrace, she opened her eyes meeting his, gasping for breath, "If you keep kissing me like that Doctor you will weaken my resolve to take things slow and steady."

Chuckling he replied, "I don't think anything I do will weaken your resolve. You are too stubborn."

Pushing against his shoulder she stated, "Oi, that is pot calling the kettle black."

"Yes, and I am the kettle of that idiom." He bantered before leaning down to kiss her once again, successfully keeping her from retorting, "Good night my Clara."

Reaching for the door she smiled, "Good night my Doctor." Before entering her room completely, she glanced back into the passageway at the Doctor's retreating back, and swore he had more pep in his step then she has ever seen in this regeneration.

Entering her room, the smiled on her face faded as she observed her surroundings, the Doctor's comment about the TARDIS being jealous coming to the forefront of her mind. Moving hesitantly toward her bed she reached for the cover of the duvet and yanked it back quickly, seeing that everything was in order she then opened the doors of the armoire and once again saw everything was fine. Shaking her head she cast aside her apprehension and headed to the en suite to prepare for bed.

After completing her shower she turned off the water while reaching for her towel; only to find it not there. Looking up at the ceiling she exclaimed, "Seriously is that the best you can do."

Stepping onto the bath mat she opened the cabinet to retrieve another towel only to find it empty too, "Fine if that is how you want to play, then so be it. " Exiting out of the en suite, she entered her room planning on using something else to dry off, only to find every bit of fabric gone.

Grunting in frustration she walked to her door and entered the passageway leaving wet footprints in her wake. After numerous twists and turns, thanks to the TARDIS, she finally found herself in front of the Doctor's room.

Without knocking she slammed the door open startling the Time Lord inside, causing him to stand up swiftly from his chair. His eyes widened, as he observed moisture dripping from her naked body, as she walked purposely toward him.

Recovering quickly he commented, amusement shining from eyes. "You know Clara coming in here with nothing on, however pleasant to see, is not consistent with taking things slowly."

Moving she stood toe to toe with him, placing her fingers on his lips, "Shut up Doctor! I don't care how you do it, but you will have a talk with your bloody ship.."

Pulling her fingers from his lips he quickly interrupted, "You know she might be more accepting of you, if you refrain from such language when describing her."

Turning from him she headed to his armoire, yanking the doors open, she grabbed out his holey jumper and pulled it over her head covering he nakedness. Smoothing it down she returned to him, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, before continuing, "I hear you and I will stop using such language if she stops inconveniencing me in our home."

"Our home." He repeated with pride at her declaration.

Shaking her head she brought her hands to lapels of his coat, stepping closer to him she pulled him down by the fabric for a quick kiss, "Yes, Doctor our home; now stop distracting me. Listen, I am going to go and have a cup of tea, please ask your ship to put my room back in order by the time I am finished."

Placing his hands on her waist he pulled her closer, his arousal for her evident to both of them because of their embrace, "Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay here for the night?" he flirted suggestively.

"That is a tempting offer and one I am sure I would enjoy thoroughly, but the answer is no." She responded as she pulled away moving toward the door. "Goodnight again Doctor, I will see you in the morning."

"Clara." His voice stopping her in her tracks, "You look very alluring in my jumper."

Winking at him she smiled cheekily, "Yes I know." She continued out of the room purposely shaking her hips, teasing him with the suggestive movements.

As the door closed the Doctor took a calming breath, slow and steady is going to be very difficult, especially since he has now seen her femininity in all its glory. Even with her layers of cloths she wears, the image of her naked body will entice him daily.

Sighing he looked up at the ceiling of his ship, "Real time visual interface activated, voice recognition The Doctor." An image of Indris became corporal in his room, "We need to have a talk Sexy."

"I know Thief." The image replied embarrassedly.