Title: Love At First Sight

Word Count: 1,023

Characters: 11th Doctor, Clara Oswald

Summary: The Doctor just really wants to kiss Clara Oswald.

Rating: T

Song Lyrics: "Love At First Sight", The Brobecks

*Authors note at the bottom

Could this be love at first sight, or should I walk by again?
You're photogenically dressed,
the conversation begins.
Oh god, now what did I say?
Let me start over again.

He really wants to kiss her.

He knows he shouldn't. She would never forgive him. He's blaming the tingling feeling in his chest as she's hugging him after just out running a carnivorous plan on some exotic jungle planet ten-thousand years in her future.

He finds her beautiful every day, but even more so now while her hair isn't perfect and her usual lavender perfume is mixed with the salty odor of sweat that most men would find unattractive. She looks so perfect, he thinks and he knows she will always will. She's the apple of his eye and she's a mystery; he loves mysteries, which is perhaps, he inquires, why she keeps drawing him in with every passing moment. She probably doesn't even realize.

She's killing him. He won't admit it, but she makes him feel young again. He hasn't felt this way in a long time and he knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. There is just something about her that he can't resist.

He settles for kissing her forehead. He's been doing a lot of that lately; maybe because it seems devoid of any romantic intention. He lets out a joyous laugh and she does too. He smiles. He loves her laugh and it shakes through his whole body while her head is buried in his chest.

She insults his stupidity while he was making their getaway plan in a lighthearted manor and he lets go of her to feign mock hurt. He educates her once again on how his plans happen to be very effective, even though they may seem a bit fruitless at times.

She says it's fitting – a mad man with ridiculous plans. She has no idea of the plans he's making to win over her heart, and he doesn't really know it either because he still hasn't admitted how he feels about her to himself.

He has one rule and he always ends up breaking it. But then again, rules are meant to be broken and he always seems to break this one, although it's never on purpose.

And as he watched her stroll out of the console room down one of the TARDIS's many corridors, he fights the urge to follow her so he can kiss her.

So what, he thinks to himself, maybe he is attracted to the petite young woman, big deal. He assumes it to be as simple as a school boy's crush, so he harbors his innermost feelings and realizes how wrong he is; it so much more complicated than a crush.

He wouldn't be standing there with put her; he's not quite sure why yet, but the governess and the Dalek who both died saving him was her – of that he is sure. He hasn't know her for long (it's been about three months now), but he feels as if he has known her all his life.

She comes back to the console room where he's smiling like an idiot and bids him good night. He wishes her the same and she turns away with a yawn as she retreats back to her room.

While he's reading some sort of quantum mechanics manual in the library later, he can't wipe that toothy grin off his face.

And so the routine continues. Every Wednesday they go adventuring though time and space. He loves it now, more than ever; he loves making her smile and laugh even if she's smiling and laughing at him (or his bow tie.)

He is so close to admitting it. He knows how hard he has fallen and there is no turning back. He can't hide it from himself any more. So, he indulges in his feelings and pretends that she loves him too. It's such a wonderful feeling, thinking that she reciprocates what he feels for her. He holds her hand and kisses the top of her head and pretends that she smiles and wants to kiss him, too.

She doesn't know that she's ruining him. He's become so attached to this beautiful, precious human girl that he would tear apart the fabric of time and space just to save her, and that thought completely terrifies him.

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As they are returning from another adventure from another corner of the vast universe, his eyes wander to where they shouldn't and he quickly turns to go to the other side of the console. She's covered in alien gizzards, but she still radiates a magnetism that he's failing to walk away from.

And he wants to kiss her, again. He knows he shouldn't be thinking like this but he loves her; there is no other thing in the world (or the universe for that matter) that he wants more than to feel her lips upon his.

Before he can stop himself, he is sprinting down the countless corridors trying to find her. He spots her in the library, where she is curled up on a chair with a cup of Earl Grey and the fifth Harry Potter. She smiles at him and takes note on how disheveled he looks. She asks him if he's alright, to which he responds yes, but he really means no. And before she has a chance to say anything else, he is kissing her.

He is scared of the rejection and the slap that will promptly follow, but now, as his lips are gently moving against hers, he does not care. So when she starts feverishly kissing him back, he is caught by surprise and wonders if he is dreaming.

She's nibbling on his bottom lip and without his consent, his hands are gently cupping her face. This kiss is like what his love for her feels like. It's happy and unique and blissful. He indulges and sighs into her and when she pulls away from him with a sly smile on her face, he knows he is going to be kissing her much more often from now on.

As he's lying in bed later that night for the first time in a week, he can't help but keep that childish grin off his face because maybe, just maybe, she loves him too.

Turn the lights off, I'm in love.
Wouldn't you like to, wouldn't you like to kiss her?
Wouldn't you like to, wouldn't you like to dance with her?
Darkened nights and violent things,
Vaudevillian girls and violin strings,
All of the these things are the prettiest things when I'm in love

AN: Hello friends! I changed the name from "Heartbreak" to "Wednesday's Lovers" bc I plan on writing some fluffy fics like this one and the previous. And I canned my pen name to bleuboxes Sorry for the inconvenience

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