I have two exams tomorrow. O.O" I am currently panicking. So naturally, I decided to write Whouffaldi because PRIORITIES. Obviously.

Enjoy!

Two. Knock, Knock

"Bye, Miss Oswald!"

"Yes, goodbye, everyone! Remember, what happened today is a secret –"

"Between us!" the students chorused, filing out of the classroom. Clara Oswald only sighed as she watched the last student leave. Finally, the school day was over. Finally, she can go home – and hopefully find the Doctor – and embrace her solitude (well, almost-solitude). No students. No other teachers. Just locked doors and zero interruptions.

Clara could hardly wait for the drive home.

xXx

Clara Oswald was almost amused to find the Doctor sitting on the couch when she got to her flat. Putting her groceries on the table, she said as casually as she could, "I thought you'd be in the TARDIS. This is certainly unexpected." The Doctor only harrumphed in reply, "I would, but it seems that there's been a difficulty in staying there. Too quiet inside. There's a malfunction, obviously." Clara couldn't help but to laugh at the Doctor's tone. Sitting herself down next to him, she replied lightly, "Obviously."

"Don't mock me, Clara. There really isn't anything more uncomfortable than that," the Doctor grumbled, shooting an indignant glance at the brunette. Clara shook her head and sinking into the couch pillows, said, "You know you love it." There was a grunt of grudging acknowledgement from the Doctor – which, again, caused Clara to grin. Oh, you…

"So, the kids managed to stay quiet today," Clara said at last, propping herself up on her elbows. "No rumors, but it came at the cost of moving their exam up to Thursday instead of Wednesday." She was pleased to see the corner of the Doctor's lips quirk into a smile. "Must have loved that," he said. Clara only shrugged her shoulders. "Not really, I suppose," she replied, "it means that I won't have to grade until Thursday. I'm just as guilty for procrastination and last-minute changes as the students."

She moved back only a fraction of an inch when the Doctor turned to look at her. "Speaking of the students and speaking of today…" he said quietly. "We never got to finish that little break you had." Clara lifted an eyebrow and trying to ignore the sudden quickening of her heartbeat, asked as delicately as she could, "Oh?" She spared a second to look up at the Doctor – and her mouth turning up into a trying grin, asked, "Would you like to refresh my memory on what actually happened?"

The trap sprung – the two almost instantly leaned into each other, hands and limbs tangling together and kisses hungry and fast-paced. Clara let her fingers wander around the collar of the Doctor's shirt – let them splay over his shoulders – play with the curls of his hair as each kiss was delivered. Slowly, gently, she was lowered on her back with the couch pressing against her. She hoisted a leg over the Doctor's legs – and who cared if she was wearing a skirt; certainly not the Doctor – and smiled up at the ceiling as he placed a soft kiss on her collarbone. She could hear every breath – feel every movement – and frankly, it was a good thing to sense.

"Remind me to alert you when I have a longer break," Clara whispered in between breaths. "That way, we won't be walked in on again." She could feel the low rumble of the Doctor's laugh as he replied, "That could work."

"I know best," Clara said teasingly.

"I can prove that wrong."

Just before Clara could challenge that theory, a loud, indignant sound of knuckles rapping against a door sounded through the flat. Clara bit back a scream as the Doctor lifted his head – raised his eyebrows – and asked, "Do you need to get that?"

No, no, no, no! No neighbors today, please! Not now!

Clara forced a smile and shook her head. "I can always get it after," she murmured. "It doesn't matter if –"

"Miss Oswald! Open up, please, it's me – Mrs. Johansen? I understand you're in there – I can hear your voice!"

Clara swallowed back a groan as she disentangled herself from the Doctor. She grabbed a jacket, hoping it would cover up whatever markings might now be present – and with her legs still throbbing and lips probably still swollen, Clara managed to open the door. She felt heat crawl up to her fast as her landlady's expression turned from pleasant and polite to flustered and bewildered. "Have I…interrupted something, dear?" Mrs. Johansen asked, her eyes flitting up to Clara's.

Maybe. Probably. Yes.

"No, not at all!" Clara chirped. "I've just been…exercising! That's right – exercising. Tons of fitness activities going on here!" She forced on a smile, but judging by the still-confused look on Ms. Johansen's face, the landlady wasn't buying the story. "Right…" the older woman's voice drifted. "Well, I just came to remind you that the next rent is in a few days. It seems you've yet to pay."

Seriously? You interrupted me just for that? Clara thought incredulously. However, she kept her smile pasted over her lips as she responded, "Of course! I won't forget – thank you, Ms. Johansen!" Without another comment, Clara closed the door and slowly turned around to look at the Doctor, who was standing in the doorway of the living room. He lifted an eyebrow and tsked, "Clara Oswald, being the last to pay rent? My, my, my…and fitness activities, too!" He pretended to mull over his thoughts – and with a striking, sly smile, added, "I suppose you can say this was a form of fitness activity…"

"Oh, shut up," Clara replied sourly. "See how easy you can handle it when there's always distractions popping up everywhere." She said the last sentence with a pointed look at the Doctor, who only returned the gesture with a dry smirk. "I assume your – landlady, was it? – is only going to wonder what on earth goes on in this room from now on," he stated as Clara ran her hands over her face.

"I'm sure she's faced much worse," Clara responded with a grimace. Sitting herself back down on the couch, she tossed her head back and groaned. "Second time, we've been interrupted, Doctor," she muttered. "Second time! And we were even in my flat!" The Doctor pointed a finger at Clara. "Next time, remember to pay the rent," he said simply.

Clara responded by giving him a slap on the arm.

"Oi!"

A/N - Talk about major blocking skills, random-landlady-who-I-came-up-with-on-the-spot. Seriously. Has anyone here ever had experiences like this? Because I personally haven't. (Probably has something to do that I don't have a lot of interest in guys my age...*cough, cough FICTIONAL CHARACTERS *cough, cough* ACTORS.)

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