[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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[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.]