[He doesn't come right out and use the word sex, but he's definitely talking about sex. And Clara seems shocked at first. Her eyes widen as her eyebrows arch, and she actually feels her cheeks turning a little warm. It isn't like the idea of sex with the Doctor is embarrassing, but she's a little ashamed he thinks she may've been expecting him to just leap right into that with her.
She has needs and desires, but they would never override his comfort level.]
You, bed. Sit.
[The very edge of the bed is pat, a sign that any lingering anger she might've had is gone now. He has a way of rendering her unable to stay mad for long.]
I wasn't trying to get you to have sex with me, Doctor. I was just wanting to sit and snog a bit. I'd never expect you to do something you're clearly not comfortable with.
Ah. [ Yes, the Doctor does settle himself down tentatively at the spot she's directed him to sit, obedient and admittedly a little at a loss for words.
He huffs a breath. ]
Well, with all you humans and your — your needs, I was certain that's exactly what you meant. [ And in his travels with this face, this wouldn't have been his first proposition either. He isn't sure why, he imagines it's totally the bowtie (because bowties are cool); he'd be traveling through time and space, passing through, saving the world, sometimes saving the universe, and he'd get himself accidentally married or wooed or something of the like.
And then he'd have to slip out from that hairy situation and be on his merry way. Most of the time it's just a little embarrassing and nothing more, but it never means anything.
Clara, however ... ]
But this is different, isn't it?
[ His voice softens with that question. Whatever this is with them, it's different from any companion or fling he's ever been involved in. ]
[The single word is whispered, and she finds herself smiling fondly despite the fact she really thinks she should be more cross. She isn't new to relationships, but he's right. This is completely different. In all of her previous relationships, things have never felt like this.]
Things with us, they're different. And I won't lie and say I don't have those needs, because I do. I often find myself thinking about you and wanting...well, you know. But that doesn't mean I'm incapable of waiting until you're ready.
[Her hand slips over to press over his, gentle and reassuring.]
[ He nods, moving to cover her hand over with his free one and squeeze her fingers.
This moment, this understanding, reminds him of a time before he knew Clara as well as he does now, when he'd known even then that there was something incredibly special about her. Something outside of her coming in to rescue him in every single one of his lives; it was about the way she knew him, could predict him, and yet still be surprised by the silly things he could do. He'd said that she was perfect for him in every way once, and now he thinks that more than ever.
He doesn't want to muck this up. ]
Besides. [ The Doctor huffs, gesturing to their general surroundings, dimly lit by Clara's lamplight alone. ] We can't possibly use this room, can we? It's very ... boring.
[oh, she could tease him about more thrilling places to have sex. But the urge to tease him is absent now, replaced with a quiet desire to simply enjoy this quiet moment they're having. Her head ducks to try and let hair fall in her face to hide the fond smile on her face. But she's sure he can hear the breath of a laugh that she exhales.]
I think we'll find a way to make anyplace special, Doctor.
[And with that said, she lifts her head. There's a moment where she looks over to him, taking in the sight of him light in the dim lamp light. She always thinks he's handsome. But right now, he's the most captivating thing in the entire universe.
Fond smile still intact, she leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. He really is a daft old man. But he's her daft old man, and she wouldn't have things be any other way.]
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She has needs and desires, but they would never override his comfort level.]
You, bed. Sit.
[The very edge of the bed is pat, a sign that any lingering anger she might've had is gone now. He has a way of rendering her unable to stay mad for long.]
I wasn't trying to get you to have sex with me, Doctor. I was just wanting to sit and snog a bit. I'd never expect you to do something you're clearly not comfortable with.
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He huffs a breath. ]
Well, with all you humans and your — your needs, I was certain that's exactly what you meant. [ And in his travels with this face, this wouldn't have been his first proposition either. He isn't sure why, he imagines it's totally the bowtie (because bowties are cool); he'd be traveling through time and space, passing through, saving the world, sometimes saving the universe, and he'd get himself accidentally married or wooed or something of the like.
And then he'd have to slip out from that hairy situation and be on his merry way. Most of the time it's just a little embarrassing and nothing more, but it never means anything.
Clara, however ... ]
But this is different, isn't it?
[ His voice softens with that question. Whatever this is with them, it's different from any companion or fling he's ever been involved in. ]
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[The single word is whispered, and she finds herself smiling fondly despite the fact she really thinks she should be more cross. She isn't new to relationships, but he's right. This is completely different. In all of her previous relationships, things have never felt like this.]
Things with us, they're different. And I won't lie and say I don't have those needs, because I do. I often find myself thinking about you and wanting...well, you know. But that doesn't mean I'm incapable of waiting until you're ready.
[Her hand slips over to press over his, gentle and reassuring.]
Promise.
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This moment, this understanding, reminds him of a time before he knew Clara as well as he does now, when he'd known even then that there was something incredibly special about her. Something outside of her coming in to rescue him in every single one of his lives; it was about the way she knew him, could predict him, and yet still be surprised by the silly things he could do. He'd said that she was perfect for him in every way once, and now he thinks that more than ever.
He doesn't want to muck this up. ]
Besides. [ The Doctor huffs, gesturing to their general surroundings, dimly lit by Clara's lamplight alone. ] We can't possibly use this room, can we? It's very ... boring.
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I think we'll find a way to make anyplace special, Doctor.
[And with that said, she lifts her head. There's a moment where she looks over to him, taking in the sight of him light in the dim lamp light. She always thinks he's handsome. But right now, he's the most captivating thing in the entire universe.
Fond smile still intact, she leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. He really is a daft old man. But he's her daft old man, and she wouldn't have things be any other way.]