He couldn't believe that he was doing it, but he was.
He presses against her gently, moving his hand to the back of her neck hesitantly. She lets him move her face closer to his, melting into the sweet taste of his lips.
She slowly wraps her arms around his neck in return, pulling him down closer to herself. He complies, moving closer and his tongue darts across her bottom lip, asking for entrance.
She opens her mouth slightly for him, inviting him in. She can't help but notice that she loves the taste of him, the mint of his toothpaste, the sweetness of his tongue.
He's slow and gentle, taking his time to savor the kiss. He knows it can't last forever, that she'll pull away and he'll likely never get to do this again. So he takes advantage of the time he has, gliding his tongue across hers, feeling her warm breath against his skin.
She's the one to pull away as her lungs tug at her chest, begging her for air. She catches her breath slowly, fluttering her eyes open to gaze into his.
He notices that her cheeks are flushed, those warm brown eyes full of wonder and love. Her lips curl up into a small smile, and he melts at the sight of it.
He returns her grin, content to just stare down at her, uninterrupted. All the fear of this moment finally arriving, the nerves, the denial of her feelings for him - gone.
She loves the feeling in her chest. Her heart is light, floating on air, and she's not sure she can say she's ever been so happy in her life.
She isn't sure what to say, not wanting to ruin this moment. She can't express to him what the was to her. Can't possible tell him how long she's waited and longed for that moment to finally arrive. And now that it has, she's awestruck.
"...Goodnight, Clara," he says softly, looking down at her. He can't take it further tonight, no matter how much he'd like to. A kiss, a taste, it was more than he'd ever imagined he'd get. And now it was time for the moment to end, for him to give her time to regret it.
"Goodnight, Doctor.." she whispers, slowly reaching behind her to the doorknob. She opens the door and takes a step inside, her eyes never leaving him until the moment that it closes.
He shouldn't have done it.
He knew that it was wrong to take advantage of her. She was vulnerable right now, weak, not thinking clearly. She'd just lost her boyfriend and now she was going to be a single mother. She had enough to deal with without having to deal with him.
He paces around his room, his hands by his temples. Closing his eyes, he leans his forehead against the wall in frustration. There was no possible way that she really wanted him. He was damaged timelord who was doing nothing more than running from his past through time and space.
But she..she was magnificent. Intelligent and graceful, sarcastic and everything that he wished he could be. She was a human, gentle and kind. He didn't deserve her.
Maybe Danny had, after all. Through his time hating the man for having her when he couldn't, he hadn't thought of how brave he was until he sacrificed himself, supposedly just for Clara. He wanted her safe as much as the Doctor did, and he probably would've done a much better job at making her happy. He could've given her a life he knew he never could.
Sighing, he leaves the room and walks quietly down the hall until he reaches her door. He stares at it, leaning back against the wall on the opposite side. The spot where the unimaginable had just happened, the spot where he had likely just ruined everything.
He hears her breathing through the door, in and out slowly and he knows she's sleeping. He pictures her lying in the bed, her blanket pulled up over her delicate curves, her dark hair falling in waves across the pillow.
He can't help but smile sadly at the thought of her. Clara Oswald - his Clara. His companion, his friend.
No matter who she loved, who she let kiss her and touch her, who's baby she was carrying. He would always love her. She would always be his only.
Clara Oswald, the love of his life.
When she woke the next morning, she couldn't help but smile.
It had finally happened last night, soft and gentle and bloody amazing as she'd always known it would be.
Never in the thousand years would she have dreamed that he would be the one to initiate it, but she was glad that he had. Maybe it wasn't just a one sided crush after all.
Stretching, she pulls her sheets off of her body and stands. Excitement and nervousness fill her mind as she makes her way to the door, walking slowly to the console room.
She sees him before he sees her. He faces away from her, glancing down at the console, his hair disheveled from sleep.
She approaches him slowly, and a sudden unsureness floods her mind. Should she hug him? Kiss him again? God does she want to, but was he going to try and play it off as if it never happened. That wouldn't be nee for him, forgetting to save friendship.
"Good morning.." she says softly, mustering up courage as she moves next to him, leaning against the console. She looks over at him and frowns a bit at the sight of his nervous expression.
"C-Clara! Good morning. How'd you sleep?" he stutters.
"Well...Doctor, are you alright?" she asks with concern in her eyes.
"Of course I'm alright. I just- Clara I need to talk to you. I need to apologize-"
"Apologize?" she cuts him off, her curiosity taking over. "For what? You haven't done anything wrong."
"For last night...I took advantage of you. You're in a..fragile position. I never should've-"
"No," she says, attempting to hide the hurt tinging her voice. "No, Doctor, you didn't take advantage of me. If I hadn't wanted it to happen, it bloody well wouldn't have happened."
He glances up at her worriedly, taking in her words slowly. He knows she wouldn't have let it happen, but the denial of her having feelings for him overpowers it.
"I..I'm sorry. You're right," he says softly, admitting he was wrong. She couldn't help but be a bit surprised, seeing as how stubborn the Timelord was.
"I..I wanted it. I did, I wanted to kiss you. I promise, Doctor..I have for a while," she attempts to explain, words tumbling out of her mouth.
His eyes widen a bit in surprise, his denial being directly addressed. "Clara, I.."
"I understand if you didn't want it..but I did. So don't you think for a second that I didn't want you. You didn't take advantage of me, you never have."
He lets his worry melt into a small smile. She'd always been better than anyone at reassuring him. "Of course I wanted it. I always have."
Her breath hitches a bit and he listens to her soft breathing. "You..you have?"
"Of course," he says as if it had always been so obvious, moving directly in front of her. "How could I not?"
"I..I don't know," she admits, looking down. "I'm just a human, nothing special. Not like you."
He shakes his head, gently lifting her chin so she'll look at him. "You're the most extraordinary person to ever have existed. I'm no better than you - hell, you're better than I will ever be."
"That's not true.." she retorts softly, looking up into the bright blue of his eyes.
"I'll be the judge of that," he replies, inching his face closer to hers. She shivers as she feels his hot breath on her skin, parting her lips slightly.
He pauses, searching for a sign in her expression that this is okay, that it's what she wants.
She's the one the close to gap between them this time, closing her eyes and pressing her perfect lips to his, ending the separation of their worlds.