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Six. Finally

"For once, we won't get interrupted," Clara said, shooting a casual look at the Doctor. He lifted both of his eyebrows. "Eager, are we?" he asked dryly. Clara rolled her eyes. Pushing a bunch of books into the boxes, she replied, "I need to get all of this out. The fact that students and teachers keep coming in is a bit bothersome." Clara paused, adding guiltily, "Not that I have anything against the students. Or the teachers in general."

The Doctor gave Clara a questioning look. Huffing out an annoyed breath, she replied, "Just because you don't like being around humans necessarily means that I have to be." The Doctor's lips twitched into a smile and he went back to shifting the books around Clara's desk. "Which room are you moving to again?" he asked.

"208," Clara answered, tugging open a few drawers in her desk. "So we'd probably have to go up a flight of stairs…so don't drop anything, yeah?" It was the Doctor's turn to huff. He replied loftily, "Clara, I've had to balance three hundred jars in both hands before, while walking across a river on an invisible path. I'm sure I can manage." Clara rolled her eyes. Throwing some extra pencils into one of the boxes, Clara asked after some time, "Three hundred jars?"

The Doctor hesitated. "Slight exaggeration," he responded. Clara grinned. "Thought so," she said, and picked up a box. As she started to walk out of the room, she murmured, "I think I might actually miss this classroom." She cast a sidelong glance at the Doctor. "But I don't think I'll miss seeing you sneak up my window all the time."

"It was one time, Clara, and you're still dragging on about it?"

"Yup."

"I should do something about that."

"You wouldn't be able to even if you wanted to," Clara replied sweetly. She flicked his shoulder. "Come on, Doctor. Help me with this."

xXx

Clara placed the last of the boxes on her desk, sighing, "That's it, then." She turned to look at the Doctor. "Thanks for your help," she added. She opened up one of the boxes and started to transport the books to the waiting shelves. "Really needed it." There was humor in the Doctor's voice when he replied, "You're welcome." Clara looked over her shoulder, a grin on her face. "Ah, look at that!" she said, delighted. "Looks like you remembered your manners, too."

"Only because I have a good teacher."

"And a compliment. Wow, I must've caught you on a good mood." Clara teased. She turned around to see the Doctor giving her an equally small smile. "Well," he replied, "had to make an effort today." Clara tilted her head. "Mm." She murmured and walked forward, brushing her lips against the side of the Doctor's face. She felt him relax – and then, brushing a hair away from her face, the Doctor planted his lips over Clara.

Clara responded by putting both of her hands on the Doctor's shoulders, pushing him back just a little bit. He let out a small breath in between kisses, and then, he shoved her up against the wall. Clara felt her hair fall back against her face, and with a grin, she pulled herself up, wrapping her leg teasingly against the Doctor's. She tugged meanly at his shirt collar – pulled at the buttons – until finally, he obliged.

xXx

Classroom sex wasn't a good idea, especially since at any moment, the headmaster or another teacher or maybe even a staying-late student could have walked in. However, maybe today was lucky, because Clara wasn't interrupted – not once. And that, to be honest, was a satisfying feeling, especially after the long list of unfortunate events that had occurred before.

Still, Clara was quiet. And so was the Doctor, to her relief. Fine, fine, there might have been the occasional scrape of a desk – there might have been a muffled swear or two, but for the most part, things were peaceful. (As peaceful as it could be, anyways.)

xXx

"What happens in this room stays in the room," Clara said, neatening her shirt. The Doctor lifted his eyebrows at Clara. "I don't know what you could possibly tell your students, anyways," he replied loftily. Clara smiled. She scooted one of the desks back to its proper position and started to put on her shoes when the classroom door opened.

"Miss Oswald! I thought I'd find you here," the headmaster said pleasantly. Clara stood up, trying to dig her feet into her shoes as furtively as she could. (She thanked God that the Doctor had dressed quickly before.) "Well, yes," she replied, looking around the room casually. "I had some help moving my old things here."

The headmaster looked over at the Doctor. "Oh, yes," he said. "Er…hello."

The Doctor only nodded.

The headmaster cleared his throat and turned back to Clara, saying, "I just came to remind you of the board meeting in a few days – might want to prepare for that. I've heard that you're collaborating with Adrian?" (Clara heard a soft snort from the Doctor. She ignored him.) "Yes," Clara replied. "We've come up with a few good points we'll be able to present later."

"Excellent," the headmaster responded. He flicked his eyes over at the Doctor again, then startled, his lips parting. Clara frowned. "Headmaster?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"

The headmaster narrowed his eyes. Then, shaking his head, he said (quite uncomfortably) to the Doctor, "There's…something on your neck, sir." Clara followed the headmaster's gaze and felt heat gather at the back of her neck – there was an evident lipstick stain on the Doctor's neck, bright and noticeable against his pale skin. The headmaster looked back at Clara, bewildered, and clearing his throat again, said, "I should get going."

"Er…yes," Clara replied, feeling flustered. "Of course, you should. Thank you for the reminder!"

As the headmaster left, Clara turned to see the Doctor looking down at the stain. "Didn't notice that before," was his only remark. Clara pressed her hand to her face. "I can't believe he saw that," she muttered. The Doctor smiled dryly. "Well, I'm sure he was able to put two and two together." He said. "Even pudding-brains can figure something as simple as this –"

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Next time, we're not going to do anything in a public place, alright?"

"This isn't necessarily public –"

"Doctor."

"…the TARDIS is a better place, to be honest."

Clara sank into her desk seat. "That," she said weakly, "I can agree with."

A/N - Because I feel that the most one will ever get from me will be implied sex, not the actual smut. *shrugs* I don't know. Maybe when I'm older, I'll venture into that territory. But still, I had fun with this. XD

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