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@xiidoctor [ Tangled Sentence Starters ]

Clara sighed, tucking the flowers her class had gifted her into a vase. She honestly wasn't surprised the Doctor had forgotten her birthday. The concept was seemingly lost on him. She supposed when you lived as long as the Doctor then birthdays were irrelevant.

"Birthdays come annually, Doctor. Humans have shorter lifespans so we celebrate them every year. They’re special to us. And that is why you're coming with me to dinner tonight. It took me ages to get a reservation and I don’t want to go alone."

@betterdcyz [ Tangled Sentence Starters ]

"You have an entire TARDIS. That's way cooler than a castle. Besides, can you even settle in one place for long?"

Clara circled a large suit of armour with a playful salute before chuckling and moving on to investigate behind a heavy door. Inside lay an ornate bedroom. The stale, slightly dusty air made her sneeze and she closed the door again.

She loved these sorts of trips. Ancient castles with their spooky corridors. Suits of armour and paintings lining the halls. Mystery and wonders to be found around every corner. She had to admit she could understand the intrigue of owning a castle like this. It was a sight to behold. It seemed whoever had built this castle had put the finest of details into every column, window and door. Even the furniture was intricately carved and were small masterpieces on their own. There was so much to see that if you blinked you might miss it - and she didn’t want to miss a thing. 

@betterdcyz [ Luna Lovegood Book Quotes ]

"Well, what do you expect? You called them harmless and little and then dared to pick one up like a pet. If you did that to me I'd give you quite a nip, too." Clara scolded him, wrapping his hand with a bandage. "You of all people should know better. Right, there you go."

Clara shook her head as she tidied away the little med kit and admired her work. She had plenty of practice treating little injuries thanks to Angie and Artie but gnome bites were a first. Only with the Doctor, she thought to herself.

The kiss was brief, with the Doctor pulling away slightly upon realizing she wasn’t responding and saw the shock on her face. Panic began to settle in. Was he going too fast? Too much? Maybe that wasn’t the love she had meant and he interpreted it incorrectly?

Thankfully, before he could panic properly Clara had pulled him back into a much deeper and more passionate kiss. It was his turn to be shocked but soon melted into the kiss with her. His love for her that had built up over centuries pouring out through that kiss. In mere moments the Doctor went from being afraid of touch to being unable to get enough of her. 

When she ordered him to join her in her room, how could he possibly deny her? Allowing her to lead him in, he kicked the door closed behind him. The Doctor too lost in the bliss of their first kiss to acknowledge whatever anxieties built up inside of him. 

“Always,” he replied, leaning in to kiss her again. It was too late to turn back now. His hearts had opened to her and there was no way of closing them again. After all, love is a promise and he made his there. 

Time seemed to slow down for them. Completely lost in their own world, the two made their way to the bed shedding layers of clothes and leaving a trail from the door. Their lips barely parted for more than a few necessary moments. She'd sensed the Doctor's hesitation only once and had been quick to reassure him that this was what she wanted. That he was what she wanted and no she wasn't afraid.

In actuality she was afraid but not of the Doctor. Never of him. But rather of what would become of them tomorrow morning when reality set in and the moment had ended. Would he regret sleeping with her? Would nothing have changed? If Clara had learned one thing about the man it was that he was just as afraid of goodbyes as he was honesty. And what would she do about Da-

Her anxiety attempted to ruin the moment but the Doctor's touch quickly turned all internal thoughts back to where they were and what they were doing. A moan spilled from her lips and she had to bite her lip to keep the noise at a minimum so as not to disturb the other passengers. 

She knew the Doctor must have sensed her spiral of overthinking and distracted her to make her more comfortable. If Clara'd had the power she would have frozen time in that moment. She didn't want the night to end. As the Doctor moved over top of her and his body connected with hers all her worries faded from her mind.

Clara wasn't sure how long they went on. Minutes? Hours? She didn't really care she decided. All she cared about was that it didn't stop. Nothing was going to move them from that bed tonight. Whatever dangers were on that train would have to wait until morning. 

Holding each other in the afterglow of their love-making, Clara snuggled into the Doctor's chest with a smile and a contented sigh. She wasn't sure if he was already dozing but she knew she would be any minute.

Since the day Clara had shown up in Theta’s lectures, he had never expected their lives to end up like this. A domestic puddle on the couch of his home, a film playing on Netflix - something Theta had no interest in but it was Clara’s turn to choose. 

Though Theta always found a way to distract himself from boring movies and terrible science fiction. Come to think of it, Clara always chose those kind of movies when she was in a particular mood. Maybe there was more to the choice than just tormenting Theta.

“Yeah but we do need an hour to prepare, you know how much she eats.” Right, no talking about his daughter when Clara was straddling him. “So that leaves us two hours to do whatever we want.. and showe-” 

Her kiss cut him off mid ramble. Though she started on top, Theta had no clear intention to leave her there. With one swift movement, he flipped her onto her back and gazed down at her with a mischievous grin. 

Clara's startled shriek as she suddenly found herself on her back beneath him ended with an amused chuckle. He looked so proud of himself, having caught her off guard. She adored that stupid mug of his. Far more than she'd wanted to.

Sometimes Theta was more than happy to let her take the lead and others, like tonight apparently, he was intent on reminding her he was more than capable of putting her in her place. Her place being beneath him as he pressed her into the sofa. She dragged him down into a rough kiss to wipe that smug grin off his face before moaning as his lips made their way to her throat. He’d learned far too quickly where she was most sensitive and used those weaknesses against her often.

Under normal circumstances the Doctor would have insisted they would wait until they got back to the TARDIS or at the very least a private bedroom. However, the day had been a lot for him. Between the endless flirting, and the sheer amount of close calls, all the Doctor wanted to do was hold her close and be reminded she was safe and with him.

Using his sonic to ensure the door was locked behind him, he backed into the shelves as Clara closed in to steal a kiss. This was not something he had ever imagined they would be doing but their relationship took a sharp turn after some confessions and their subsequent actions on board the Orient Express. 

These few rough and desperate minutes together were not their first and somehow he doubted it would be their last too.

“The one time you don’t wear a skirt,” he grumbled, his belt already undone as he impatiently waited for her to catch up, his hands unable to stop roaming across her body. 

"You're the one who gave out to me for my skirts." Clara pointed out, struggling to kick off her shoes and her trousers. "Impractical, you called them if I remember clearly. After all we're always running."

The smug little smile on her face as she yet again proved him wrong on a previous debate was lost in the near darkness. A shame really. She did so enjoy getting to see the look on his face when he realised he was wrong about something. Victory was always so satisfying. Especially when it was with the Doctor. But not as satisfying as the feeling of his skin on hers as she guided his hands to her bare arse.

“Oh I’ve known that for a while now. I mean you don’t exactly match the photo on your student ID.” Not that Theta minded, he was always for people getting a free education and wasn’t a fan of people putting themselves in debt to just learn. 

In fact he was filing away all her grades and records so that when it came to it he would find a way to let her get the degree anyway. She was simple too brilliant to let go without the paper. Though now he knew why, she understood the stars so well because she had seen them with her own eyes. 

“Yeah I saw Clara in the journals. It suits you more than Clarissa but why Claraissa? I mean you had the opportunity to pick any name and you picked one just like your own?”

Of course he’d have looked up her ID. She’d hoped he wouldn’t notice so early in the year but all this time he’d known and still played along with the charade. The realisation made her smile. He was a kind man. Despite knowing she wasn’t a student he’d taught her anyways and let her stay. His kindness was one of the reasons she’d stuck around as long as she had.

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"Deal, now shut up and get in there." Clara ordered, shoving the Doctor within a utility closet before anyone could notice the two sneaking in.

Normally Clara would have had a little more restraint. Any other day she'd have bit her lip and waited with impatience until the two reached the TARDIS or her flat before starting this. At the very least waited until they'd both had a shower. But every now and then the Doctor did something that rubbed Clara just right and she knew she'd need another pair of underwear before this trip was over.

Sometimes the Doctor could be just the tiniest bit sexy. Particularly moments like earlier, when he'd gotten rather protective and quite bossy. She loathed to admit it but she found him most attractive when he was asserting his dominance over her safety. Combine that with the thrill of adventure and a whole lot of adrenaline and you had yourself one Clara Oswald, hot and bothered.

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"I thought you liked the sound of my voice?" Clara teased, a mischievous smirk on her lips as she slowly lowered her lips to his ear and nibbled his earlobe. "Besides, what's the rush? Elly won't be here for another three hours. We have plenty of time before movie night."

She loved teasing Theta. He was far too easy a target to pass up the opportunity even a little. They'd been together for a few months now and Clara had quickly settled into a domestic lifestyle. So quickly that at times it made her wonder if he'd somehow put her under some spell. Even if he had she'd not be the tiniest bit angry about it. He definitely made her time with him worth every second. Especially times like this...