Author's Note: Hello again! This drabble is for a prompt given to me by Little Lushy Lion (docoswald on Tumblr) and while I'm not quite satisfied with how this turned out (I have never been properly snogged by a boy before, so I don't quite know how I'm supposed to write what it's like), please do know that I did the best that I absolutely could. Desiree is such a sweetheart and she deserves nothing less.

Still taking prompts! The third chapter of Away is still a couple of paragraphs short and I'm losing my mind over how I'm supposed to end it. Prompt-filling will get me there eventually. :-) PM me or send me an ask through Tumblr (again, claraoswals, just so that we're clear on that) and I'll get crackin'.

Anyways, I hope you like it!

Title: How to Fly a TARDIS
Word Count: 1,431
Prompt: The Doctor tries to teach Clara how to fly the TARDIS. Clara has other ideas.

"No, no, not that lever!"

"How was I supposed to know which one? They all look the same to me."

"They don't!"

Sighing, he walks around the console, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning his back on her and gripping the railing.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Grumpy. They didn't exactly teach you how to fly a time machine in university," Clara comments, eyes trained on the rows of buttons before her. Skimming her hands over the panel, she wonders if that big red button in the middle did anything out of the ordinary. But then again, everything in this ship was out of the ordinary, so that was probably a stupid question. "You know what, I kind of wish they had."

"You don't need university," the Doctor replies, facing her. "You need me."

"Well, you're not much of a good teacher now, are you?" she quips, briefly turning her head to smirk at him. While she was fairly sure she wasn't allowed to press any of the buttons on the console, she did adore pushing his.

"I am an excellent teacher, I'll have you know! I once taught Albert Einstein to do the Charleston and boy, let me tell you, he impressed a lot of scientists in that conference," he quickly argues (just as she predicted), grinning proudly as he recalls his adventures with the physicist. "He was a bit of a wild one, that goosy German. Never hand that guy a bottle of vodka, I'll give you that."

Clara knits her eyebrows, her mind travelling to a very drunk Einstein at a very formal gathering. Were geniuses even allowed to drink? "Sounds like a recipe for disaster."

"Oh, it was. I had to get him sobered up to finish the Theory of Relativity," he deadpans, walking towards her and hugging her from behind. "Just in time, too. He was due to discuss his findings at a convention in Moscow the next morning."

She laughs, nestling her head in the crook of his neck, her finger toying with the handle of what seemed to her like a joystick. "Imagine how different school would have been for me if he remained drunk at that convention."

"I'm quite certain he still was, at the time. He'd slur over his words, occasionally tripping himself. Made a habit of flailing his arms around too. He did that a lot."

"You mean like you?" She remarks, looking up at him smugly, one eyebrow raised as she wills herself not to laugh at the flustered look on his face.

"You're a cheeky little minx, aren't you?"

"It's in the job description."

"Of what?"

"Of being your companion," she replies chirpily, freeing herself from his embrace (much to his annoyance) and skipping over to the other side of the console. "Now come on, man! Teach me how to fly this thing."

At that, the TARDIS makes a noise of disapproval, the wheels above the panel whirring quite menacingly.

"You really shouldn't call her that. It'd be easier for all three of us if you just referred to her as a ship."

"Isn't that basically just the same?"

She thinks she just heard the TARDIS growl.

"No, no. Very, very different," he answers, eyes wide in warning.

"Alriiight," she responds, cocking her head slightly to the side and dragging that last syllable out in confusion. "Can we start on our lesson now?"

"That depends, have you finally found the dematerialising lever?"

"Is that the one behind the wibbly-wobbly bit?"

"Yes! Yes. Well done, Clara, now we can proceed," he exclaims, rushing behind her and looking over her shoulder. He places both his hands on the edges of the panel beside her, ultimately trapping her body in (not that she minds or anything). "Remember, you only pull on the dematerialising lever after you power up the atom accelerator…"

"And which one's that?" She asks, a bit distractedly, the lesson quickly escalating into a boring lecture.

"Oh, it's that one," the Doctor replies, pointing to a yellow button near what he told her was the Inertial (?) Dampers. "That's the energy source of the TARDIS. It enables her to travel through the vortex without being sucked in by the parallel time-space continuum. It is essential that you do not forget to press that button. Never forget it."

Clara nods absentmindedly, staring at the button but not really minding his words.

"And that one, that's the throttle. It allows you to maneuver through space and time, but only if you're flying it manually. She's basically on autopilot already, the smart little spaceship that she is…" He explains, a fond smile gracing his lips before turning to her when he realizes she's not paying attention. "Oy, are you even listening?"

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah, I am."

"You're not, are you? You're not listening!"

"But it's getting boring!" Clara whines, unfazed by the close proximity between their faces. "As fascinating as all of this sounds, and really, I don't mean that sarcastically, I just want to be doing something more… hands-on."

"What do you suggest then?" He prompts, looking slightly irritated as he folds his arms in front of him and blows his fringe away from his eyes.

Clara looks at him amusedly, her eyes flickering to his lips as he protrudes the bottom half of it in a childish huff. She glances back up at him with a mischievous grin, and the Doctor squirms in the spot, a tiny bit nervous at the look she's giving him because he recognizes that face. That face where she's looking at you like a light bulb just went off in her brain, smirking in a way that you know whatever it is she's cooking up in that pretty little head of hers had a very, very troublesome outcome. "Nothing you won't like, I reckon."

Cupping his face, he pulls him closer and crashes her lips against his, laughing in his mouth when she catches sight of his confused expression, arms flailing about. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he settles them in the curves of her waist, slowly but eventually relaxing into the kiss. Eyes fluttering closed, he starts to respond, running his tongue along the seam of her lip. She bites back a whimper and the sound is exhilarating, and he just can't stop himself. Not now.

He feels dizzy, partly because she's got him backed up on the console and it's not the most comfortable place to be doing such activities, but mostly because she's opening her mouth for him now, and her tongue is doing this amazing thing with his, sliding it alongside his own and he thinks he can see the stars from behind his eyelids.

Impatient and still slightly uncomfortable with the levers and the knobs poking at his back, he lifts her up and has her sit on the panel, deepening the kiss as he explores her mouth, their tongues touching and then retreating before starting the teasing dance again. She balls his shirt with her fists and tugs him closer, getting his body as close to hers as she possibly could, and somehow his hands have climbed up all the way to her hair, burying them in her soft locks. He wants more, and he's never felt this way before – struck with such want and desire – and she's just as eager, tilting her head slightly so and nipping at his bottom lip. She runs her hands up and down his torso and it just so occurred to him how infuriating it is to have his dress shirt in the way, a piece of fabric keeping her warm hands from actually touching his skin. She senses his irritability and she giggles in the kiss, but she doesn't stop. He finds that he really doesn't want her to.

They trade kisses back and forth until she's breathless, until the both of them are dizzy and heaving and aching and while he doesn't really need the air, he doesn't complain when she has to pull away. Humans need their oxygen.

Cheeks flushed and her lips swollen, she looks at him slightly dazed, her smile making it very difficult for him to form coherent thoughts in his head.

"So, uh… hands-on, then."

She giggles as he stumbles with his words, patting him on the chest before sliding off the console and walking out the control room.

"See you later!" She calls out from the doorway, her voice echoing in the ship as she goes farther into the TARDIS. "Looking forward to our next lesson!"

She was not the only one.