December 23rd
"We're doing this again?"
"I told you, I do it each three days before Christmas."
"Well that doesn't mean I have to do it, does it?"
"At this point," Clara smiled sinisterly and gave him a taunting wink. "Yes you do."
"Well, that's just great, isn't it?" The Doctor sighed and whacked his hands against his thighs, throwing his head back and twirling around with the subtle roll of his eyes. "I was just being nice, Clara. I decided to be nice and shut down the idea of your ridiculous human tradition. How was I supposed to know it was a commitment?"
"Because you should know me well enough by now that I wasn't gonna let you escape after you got into it the first time." She giggled with an amused smile as she grabbed onto his arm, leaning against his side as she started shoving him towards the sofa. "Go on, you."
"What are you making me watch this time? I'm prepared to come up with a ridiculous scenario to get out of this if I so choose." He said gruffly, but didn't protest too much as Clara shoved him down onto the cushions.
"A Christmas Carol." She informed him with an excited grin as she plopped down dangerously close to his side. "I think you'll find Mr. Scrooge a bit familiar."
Half way through the film, the chatter was even worse than before.
"This is nothing like the book." The Doctor exclaimed with a frown, gesturing to the television incredulously. "I mean, look at his nose."
"Correction, its exactly like the book." Clara stated, crossing her arms. "And its not like you could see his nose when readin' it."
"If you're clever enough you can." He smirked.
Clara managed to work a few of the kinks out of the Doctor's relaxation issues. It took a bit of scolding, reprimanding, and the occasional slap, but by the time they were on their second film he'd actually managed to somewhat shut up.
The silence was a bit awkward, actually. The closeness and the lack of frustrating conversation was very out of character for the duo. And it got worse... in a not so horrible sort of way.
In the most cliche way possibly the Doctor's arms stretched out sideways as he yawned. His right arm came to fall behind Clara, hand on her shoulder as he pulled her a bit closer. When she looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow in surprise, he just shrugged. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do right."
"If we're gonna do what?" She questioned.
He just shrugged again. "Be domestic."
"So in your book, domesticity means cuddling..."
"This is not cuddling, Clara. Don't say rubbish like that." He rolled his eyes. "And there's a book on being domestic? Mind if I borrow it for a while? I could use a good brushing up on the skill."
Clara just shook her head and smiled warmly, leaning against his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist. "Nah. I think you've pretty much got it down."