A/N - Overwhelmed by the response to this story so far! You're all wonderful. This is just a very short chapter, a teaser if you will, written from the Doctor's perspective this time... Enjoy!
Chapter Six
As he walked through the door, his phone buzzed. He smiled broadly when he saw Clara's name. He'd been doing that a lot lately - smiling.
Thanks for a lovely afternoon - I'd forgotten how exciting it was kissing in the back row of the cinema ;) See you soon. x
He smiled, remembering their afternoon fondly. He'd taken her to see the new Avengers movie after learning she had a soft spot for superhero films. Though towards the end, she clearly seemed more interested in him and they took advantage of the darkness to act like teenagers. He would never grow tired of kissing her.
The last few weeks had flown by and he was constantly surprised at how such a tiny person could make his heart somersault and his palms sweat and the words catch in the back of his throat. Since the first time he'd laid eyes on her on that busy train, eyes peering over her book, Clara Oswald made he feel things he hadn't felt for a very long time, and had almost written off ever feeling again. She was a perfect ray of sunshine in his cloudy day and he felt energised in her presence. She lit up the room, made him laugh, seemed truly interested in his work and had already learnt that if she threaded her fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp lightly, he'd do anything she asked.
He knew she was too good for him. She was young and pretty and intelligent and witty and he was sure she could have any man she wanted falling at her feet - they'd be stupid not to. But the odd thing was, she really seemed to like him back; seemed to enjoy his company, to find him interesting and funny, and didn't seem perturbed about the age difference. He wasn't sure he'd ever really understand what she saw in him, but by God, was he going to thank his stars ever day that he found her.
They'd seen each other quite a bit since their first proper date at the little Italian restaurant. They'd seen movies and wandered around art galleries and texted and flirted and kissed; but he wasn't quite sure what they were yet. Were they still just friends? Did Clara want something casual or was she serious about them? Did he want to be called her "boyfriend"? He sighed. He wasn't sure a man in his mid-fifties could be somebody's "boyfriend". But Clara Oswald stirred a passion inside of him that made him feel oh so much younger. All she had to do was look at him in a certain way, or take let her hair down from its ponytail, or push her glasses up her nose when she read, and he ached with desire. He wanted to watch her quiver underneath him, he wanted his name to fall from her lips in a sigh, he wanted to trace every curve with his fingertips and then his mouth and have her fall apart in his hands.
But, he was also terrified of moving too fast, of getting it wrong, of falling too hard for someone that was only passing through.
It also came down to one question - the most important question of all and one he'd never really needed to consider with anyone else: was it too soon for Clara to meet the most important person in his life?
Cliffhanger alert! Sorry! More soon!