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: THANK YOU SO MUCH, 50 comments on my story, I am flabbergasted and humbled. I am so pleased that you are enjoying my story; just as much as I am enjoying writing it. You guys are brilliant.
Clara awoke from a restful sleep, last night when she returned to her room after her tea everything was perfect. She was not sure what the Doctor said to his TARDIS to make her comply with her request, but she was thankful none of the less. Maybe, just maybe she and the TARDIS could become friends.
Thinking of the Doctor her cheeks turned pink, she couldn't believe that she entered his room completely naked without embarrassment or hesitation. She guessed it was a testament to how comfortable she had become in his presence. Snuggling deeper into his holey jumper she inhaled his scent. It was earthy, like woodlands after a heavy rain. She loved his scent; she always wanted it to rub off on her so she could continue to enjoy his smell when he was not around her.
Thinking that was a bit odd she decided to focus on something else. Immediately, her thoughts turned to the feel of his arousal against her as they embraced the evening before; she was pleased to know she had a effect on him. She often wondered if he was susceptible to the carnal feelings of lust and want. He portrayed himself as above such human weaknesses even in his 11th self; he led everyone to believe, including herself, that he was in complete control of his feelings.
She is just now finding out that if properly invoked those erotic feelings could come to the surface. She wondered briefly, how he would be like in the bedroom but then immediately shook her head of such thoughts. It was still too early in their relationship to think on such things, but she couldn't help be curious.
Deciding it would be best to start her day she threw off the duvet and headed to her armoire, opening the drawer housing her undergarments she gasped. Every one of her braziers and panties were riddled with holes, similarly to the jumper she was currently wearing. Quickly she amended her previous thought, the TARDIS and she would probably never be friends. Most likely they would only tolerate each other.
Sighing in frustration she pulled on a pair of yoga pants. Grabbing a set of her undergarments she went to find the Doctor, trying desperately to curb her anger and honor his request not to use colorful metaphors when describing his ship as she walked toward the control room.
The Doctor heard Clara's approaching footfalls echoing in the hall of his ship, turning from his chalkboard he smiled pleased to see her still wearing his jumper, he hoped he would see her delectable body in it again.
However when he saw her face his smile faltered, "What has she done now?" he questioned as he moved down the stairs waiting to hear her outraged voice.
Standing in front of him she held out her underwear for him to see, "Your ship has put holes in every one of my underthings." She said quietly with a seething calm that unnerved the Time Lord more than her yelling.
Snagging the garments she was holding out, he shoved them into his coat pocket, "Clara you shouldn't wave your unmentionables in the control room. What if we had guests?"
"First of all Doctor, we have no guests and second if there was someone else on your ship, it would be someone you trust, so it wouldn't matter if I was waving my unmentionables around.
"True, but I would think you wouldn't want your lacey things to be exposed for the world to see." He countered before asking curiously, "So does this mean you have nothing on under my jumper?"
Pointing at him she admonished, "Stop changing the topic. What are we going to do about the TARDIS hating me?"
Moving around the console he responded with a suggestive look, "So you are naked under my jumper."
"Doctor!" Clara yelled as she followed him.
Holding up his hand he stopped her progress toward him, "She doesn't hate you, besides it could be a fault in the washing machine or the dryer. Nothing suggests she was the one who put holes in them."
Side stepping around his raised arm she countered, "I wash my lingerie, by hand, in my bathroom sink and hang them in there to dry. It had to be the TARDIS."
"You hang your unmentionables in your en suite to dry." He stated shaking his head, "remind me never to go in there, I might run into a hanging brazier and get my head stuck in one of the cups."
"I am not big enough for you to get your head stuck in the cups." Taking a calming breath she continued, "Please stop getting off topic this is serious."
"Of course this is serious." He retorted, "You hang your undergarments off the TARDIS, no wonder she is testy with you."
Raising her hands to shush him, she demanded, "What are you going to do?"
"Why do I have to do something this is between the two of you, and I never get involved in women's squabbles." Seeing her glare at him he inquired, "What do you want me to do Clara; she is a sentient being with a mind of her own."
"I don't know!" she exclaimed before sitting heavily in the console chair her voice becoming despondent, "I just wish I knew why she dislikes me so much. I love her pilot; I wish she would allow me to love her as well."
His head snapped in her direction because of her statement. He couldn't be sure but he swore she said she loved him. He had to be certain. "Clara what did you just say? Say it again!" He demanded his hearts feeling heavy with dread.
Confused she replied, "Say what again?"
"Come on Clara you just said it. How can you not remember?"
Replaying the recent conversation in her mind, her eyes suddenly widened in disbelief. Internally she chastised herself for her Freudian slip. How could she be so stupid, it really wasn't the best time to admit her love for him, looking up at him waiting, she contemplated if she should lie or not. No, she wouldn't lie she didn't want to break the fragile trust they have achieved over the last few months. She said it and now it was time for her to face the repercussions of her statement.
Quietly she repeated, "I said I love her pilot and I wish she would allow me to love her too."
Turning from her he brought his hands to his face, his hearts filled with agony. He had waited so long for those words to come from her, and now that they have he couldn't reciprocate her statement. If he was still his 11th self he would not of hesitated, but as his 12th he couldn't, there was still too much to work through. He cared for her deeply, he knew that, but he still wasn't ready to call it love. It was too soon, too early in their relationship.
"Clara, Clara, Clara." He started, "I have waited a long time to hear those words from your lips, but you couldn't have said them at such a worse time."
"I don't understand Doctor. What are you saying?"
Facing her he moved and knelt at her feet and sighed, "I care for you deeply Clara, but my feelings for you are confusing, and to be honest I'm still trying to sort them out." Turning his head he placed it on her lap before finishing, "I am sorry, so sorry but I cannot say those three words back to you yet."
Bringing her hand to his head she ran her fingers through his soft graying hair contemplating what he just said to her. Surprisingly she wasn't upset at his confession, in a weird way it made her happy. She wouldn't want the words from him to be automatic response to her; she would want them to be said with meaning, like a promise.
Smiling she broke the silence between them, "Good, I'm glad you can't."
Surprised he lifted his head and stared at her, it was not what he expected to hear, "What?" He asked wanting clarification.
"Doctor, if and when you say those words to me, I want you to be absolutely sure. I want there to be no doubt in your mind and hearts that is how you feel. You once said love was a promise, so I will wait for your promise." He opened his mouth to respond but she gently placed her fingers on his lips, "Let me finish, in return I will not say I love you again till you are ready to accept my promise. Agreed?"
Still stunned he leaned forward and kissed her lips delicately, "Agreed. You are an amazing woman Clara Oswald."
Shrugging her shoulders she smiled, "It is easy to be amazing, when I am with you." After a brief pause she asked deciding to change the subject, "So what are we going to do about the TARDIS?"
Standing he reached for her hand and guided her to the console, "What you are going to do, is talk with her. I have told you before the two of you getting along is important to me. So I am going to make it happen."
"How am I going to talk to the TARDIS?" She asked.
Wiggling his eyebrows, making her giggle, he typed a few commands in the console. Pulling out his sonic screwdriver he pressed the button, resulting in the lights dimming throughout the ship, "Okay it is ready."
"What is ready?" she queried as he led her down the passageway by her hand to a non-descript door.
Not answering her question he stated raising his finger to a point, "Now don't take too long this drains a considerable amount of energy from the TARDIS."
"Tell me what is going on Doctor!" she demanded.
"Enter and you will find out." He said before returning to the main room of his ship.
Sighing in exasperation she grabbed the doorknob and entered the room, only to be confronted by a woman in a worn Victorian dress and tangled brown hair.
The woman rolled her eyes, "Oh it is you."
Wide eyed Clara asked, "Who are you?"
"Well if you have to ask then you shouldn't be here, it is a waste of my precious energy." She responded tartly.
It finally clicked; Clara knew who she was "You're the TARDIS!
"Time and relative dimension in space, yes that is me; the wide eyed, brown hair girl has figured it out. You certainly took your time. But you can call me by my given name."
"What name?" Clara asked still trying to comprehend how she can be talking to the TARDIS.
"Sexy!" the TARDIS proudly exclaimed standing a bit taller.
"Seriously, your name is Sexy."
"Yes Sexy, that is what the Doctor named me." The TARDIS confirmed as she walked to a table set up for tea.
Clara ran her fingers through her hair still in utter disbelief, "Oh my stars!"
Sexy smiled as she sat gracefully on her chair, "Stars have nothing to do with it, please do keep up."
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