#canyouplease

The Doctor steps out of the Tardis, looking stylish, as his usual. Clara was very excited due to visiting the Titanic before it’s tragic sinking. They were planning to stay there for a couple of days, from the ship departure in south Hampton. The Doctor was excited, but anxious, he had run over what to keep out for with Clara, and finally out the Tardis they went!

"Shall we?" The Doctor signals her to come out, and she linked her arm with his. The Doctor smirked at her. And they start walking down the hall to the ball room.

"So, the Titanic, no sinking, no..Danger?" Clara asks surprised.

"Nope, not at all! No monsters, no sinking, Clara chill out!"He says.

"Chill out? Where did that come from?" She chuckles.

"It’s what young people say these days Clara, can’t let the trends go!"

"Damn boy." She says as a mockery the Doctor looks at Clara. "Shut up." he mumbles under his breath.

They walk in onto this beautiful ballroom, with lights and chandeliers and decorations that make Clara’s heart stop. Her smile grows as big as the sun as they walk in, and she twirled around to see if it was all real. She tried to be more calm and indifferent about this ,but this, stole her breath.

The Doctor admired her wonder, and smiled at this, he hadn’t quite seen her like this before, a calm relaxing vacation would be the thing that they both needed.

"Like it?" He says with a smirk, she smiles at him as if a child was opening a present.

She covers  her mouth with her hand and admires the ceiling, the world twirling around her, she laughs a bit and turns over to see the Doctor.

"It’s beautiful, I-I don’t think I have ever seen such a beautiful thing," she rushes over to him and gratifies him "Thank you Doctor."

The Doctor smiles at her, and immediately rushes over to the Pianist, and whispers in his ear. “Liszt O porquoi Donc for the lady in the blue dress”

Clara looks at him in wonder and leaves out a breath that lets out a smile.

She was certainly puzzled by this man.

The Pianist soon started to play a beautiful waltz, Clara gasped as it was her favorite composition by Liszt.

The Doctor walks over to her, with his hands behind his back.

"Would you care for a dance?" he asks, then lets his hand out for her to take.

She takes his hand gently, and then both proceed to the Dance floor.

The Doctor twirled her,  then he holds her, and both swayed to the slow music.

"Where did you learn to dance?" she smirks at him.

"I’m over two-thousand years old, I’ve danced." he responds with a rich Scottish accent, she smiles at this.

Clara moves with his body, he moves with hers, the music getting to a rougher measure, they both move simultaneously, like waves.

As the song reached it’s climax Clara leant against his chest, feeling his warmth as her lips curved into a smile.

The Doctor is in love with her, she is in love with him, but neither of them wanted to show it.

Seems like this trip is going to get rather interesting.

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There you go my friend! A bit too fluffy, but very enjoyable, I was in the mood for writing a dance. Well thank you for submitting a request on Dee’s writing spree.