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The Doctor's eyes fluttered open. He turned his head to see Clara sleeping peacefully next to him. Memories of the night before flooded his mind as he saw that she wasn't wearing anything. He stretched and smiled before lying on his side and observing her as she slept. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and her lips were slightly parted. Her long waves of hair were cascading onto her pillow, and it only made her look even more beautiful.
He reached a hand up to stroke her cheek lightly, and he saw the corner of her mouth twitch up slightly at his touch. Then her eyes were open and she was smiling at him. "Morning." She said quietly.
He smiled back and said, "Morning." He paused for a moment before asking, "Can I ask you a question?"
She raised an eyebrow and answered, "It depends on what the question is."
He nodded and said, "Um, could you just explain to me what happened last night?"
She smirked and said, "From last night's results I would think you knew exactly what we were doing."
He shook his head and said, "No, like, how in the world did we end up in bed? We started arguing and then all of a sudden we were making out with our clothes off."
She lifted her arm and set her elbow on the bed, resting her head on her hand. "Are you saying that you would rather not have ended up in bed?"
"Oh, god no. Getting into bed was a very good resolution to our fighting. But, I'm just curious as to how it became the resolution in the first place."
Clara shrugged. "Well, we were getting very close during the argument, you look incredibly sexy when you're angry, and it's been far too long since we've had sex. Things just happened. There's nothing wrong with a little anger relieving sex, is there?"
"No, I suppose not. Incredibly sexy you say?" He asked, smirking.
She smiled and said, "Oh, shut it you. What do you suppose we do today?"
He smiled and wrapped his hands around her waist. "Staying in bed seems like a good idea."
"Sorry, Chin Boy, as much as I'd love to we can't stay in bed all day. How about we go out shopping?"
He made a disgusted face as he asked, "Shopping? Way to kill the mood."
"Yeah, what's wrong with a bit of shopping?"
"You mean, like real world shopping?"
"Yeah, real world."
"But… but why?"
"Because we have no food in our kitchen and I don't feel like starving to death on our first week of living here." She said as she got up and walked over to the dresser drawer that held her underwear.
He got up to and followed her, hugging her behind, her head resting under his. "Can't we stay in just a little longer?" He asked, swaying slightly.
She smirked and said, "No, we can't. We have things to get done, and kitchens to fill." She turned to him and gave him a quick kiss. "Go get dressed, and then we'll head to the shops." She made her way to the wardrobe.
The Doctor watched her as she walked, before realizing what he was doing and blushing. He quickly turned around and found some clean boxer briefs to wear. Now to find his suit…
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The Doctor stared at the array of aisles with a frown. He did not like domestic shopping. He grunted in annoyance as Clara pulled him along to the vegetables. "Stop being so grumpy!" She said. "We're only buying food. Maybe some clothes as well. I need some new outfits."
"More outfits? Did you forget how long it took to lug all of your clothes from the TARDIS and into the flat?" He asked, picking up a mysterious looking fruit.
She frowned at him as he sniffed it, and then said, "Look Doctor, if you haven't already noticed I like to keep a large amount of choices so I can make sure that I will always have what I need."
"You mean like the thousands of pairs of shoes you have? I think those took even longer than the clothes to move." He said, putting the fruit back.
She sighed and said "If you're going to be complaining the whole time you can just go home."
His eyebrows shot up as he asked, "Really?"
She frowned and asked, "Is shopping with me really that bad?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant! I, um, meant 'really?' in a disappointed way! Not in a happy way." He said, trying to look enthusiastic about shopping.
She smirked and said, "I really do have you wrapped around my finger, don't I?" She chuckled as he frowned. "Come on, let's buy us some food."
She held his hand as they ventured around the aisles and occasionally putting things into their basket. The Doctor seemed to be getting less and less interested in shopping, and Clara eventually sighed and looked at him. "What?" He asked as he put down a banana he had just licked.
She grabbed the banana and put it in their basket before saying, "Doctor, just… go do whatever you want."
"Really?" He asked carefully.
She smiled and nodded. "Really." He smiled wide and kissed her forehead before running off. She chuckled and shook her head as she watched him go. He could be so childlike sometimes.
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"Red Alpha 3 to Red Alpha 4. I think I have a sighting on Blue Alpha 1." The Doctor said into a small walkie-talkie. He was pointing a nerf gun at a younger boy in a blue helmet.
"Red Alpha 4 to Red Alpha 3. Whereabouts do you see Blue Alpha 1?" Another young boy asked through the walkie-talkie.
"Right by the… Oh no, I've been spotted!" He yelled as the boy in the blue helmet fired a nerf bullet at him. He quickly ducked out of the way and started shooting at the boy. Without getting a single hit on the boy, the Doctor got shot in the chest. He made a dramatic fall as he clutched his chest. He pulled the walkie-talkie up to his face as the boy in the blue helmet neared him. "Red Alpha 3 to Red Alpha 4. I've been shot." He coughed. "I repeat, I've been shot!" The boy raised his foot and placed it on the Doctor's stomach. "I'm sorry, but I believe I have failed you." The Doctor said into the walkie-talkie before letting it fall to the floor.
"Nooo!" The Doctor heard being emitted by the walkie-talkie, and he shut his eyes. The boy who had his foot on his stomach was laughing now. He raised his arms high and nodded.
"Oi!" The boy turned to see a girl with a basket full of food walking towards them. "Did you kill my fiancée?" She asked, stopping in front of the boy.
The boy gulped before saying, "No mam. We, we were just playing around. I promise!"
She smirked before saying, "Well, I'm sorry young man, but it looks to me like you've killed him. I'm afraid I will have to avenge his death." The boy frowned in confusion as Clara bent down to pick up the Doctor's nerf gun. He opened one eye to look at her, and she smiled. She stood up and pointed the gun at the boy.
The boy's eyes went wide and he ducked into cover. Clara laughed as she started shooting at the boy. She dropped the basket and started chasing him. The Doctor took this chance to pick up his walkie-talkie and said, "Alpha 3 to Alpha 4. I'm happy to say that we have a new member on our team."
"Alpha 4 to Alpha 3. Who is that?"
The Doctor smirked as he said, "The Impossible Girl."
"A girl?" The boy asked in confusion.
The Doctor chuckled and stood up, readjusting his red helmet. As Clara ran back to him he smiled wide. "Good to see you getting into the game, honey!" He said.
She frowned and said, "Game? This is a battlefield! Get rearmed soldier. We need you on the front line!" She handed him her nerf gun, winking. He smiled wider as he took it.
As two children in green helmets appeared he stepped in front of her. "If you want to get to her, you have to get through me." He said, raising his gun.
The two in the green helmets looked at each other, nodded, and turned back to the Doctor. "Challenge accepted." They said, before charging towards him and yelling.
The Doctor's eyes widened. "Clara."
"Yeah?"
"Run!" He twirled around and grabbed her hand, running away from the small, but fast, children. They laughed in pure joy as they ran, right until they ran into the store manager. Quite literally. Clara had to pull the Doctor back before he could completely trample the poor fellow.
The manager raised an eyebrow at the Doctor, who was wearing a red helmet, carrying a walkie-talkie, and holding a nerf gun. "We've been getting complaints." The manager said in a grumbly Scottish accent.
Clara nodded and said, "Right, sorry." She glanced at the Doctor before quickly pulling off his helmet. "We should get going." The manager nodded, and the couple quickly turned around and made their way back to where Clara had set down their food.
As Clara was picking up their basket a boy in a red helmet ran up. "Who's that?" He asked.
The Doctor smiled and said, "My fiancée! This is the impossible girl I was telling you about."
The boy's nose cringed as he said, "You mean, like your girlfriend?" The Doctor nodded and frowned. "That's weird. Girls have germs!" The boy protested.
Clara frowned and said, "No one has germs around here!"
He Doctor nodded and said, "Yeah! Except for probably the floor because quite…" He stopped once Clara gave him a look. "Right, well, sorry Rufus but we have to be going. It was fun battling with you, and good luck!" The boy, now known as Rufus, nodded and turned away.
The Doctor and Clara made their way to the check out. The Doctor was reaching to put their nerf guns away when Clara stopped him. She smirked devilishly as she said, "It would be good to keep those. We could need them in the case of a great nerf war." He shrugged and brought them along, not aware of what Clara had in mind for them.
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