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[bossily]

I'm assuming you've seen the hugging poll?

[lateness]

i have

and usually i would go so far as to say i ought to be first but

that is a crown you wear very well, clara

and so i'm happy to be second to you

i am not, however, happy to be tied with anyone

[ Though Jim is a fine bloke, of course.

Yes, yes, he's extremely competitive. It's a thing when you have an ego the size of a whole bloody planet. ]

[bossily]

the crown does suit me

in this particular case

[given her ego is only slightly less (or potentially equal) to his, she fully understands his upset here.]

if i could, i'd vote for you a few times over. just so everyone knows you give the best hugs

or second best, as it were

you're very lucky to get as many hugs from me as you do, you know. not everyone has the honor. i've only hugged jim a handful of times.

[because she knows that he's tied with kirk and can imagine he needs some ego smoothing right about now.]

[lateness]

a handful??? and what's a handful? five? four?

[ Wait, was that the bit he was supposed to zero in on?

Probably not, but there you go. ]

[bossily]

dunno.

more than a couple but definitely less than five?

are you jealous, Doctor?

[she'll allow him to zero in on that part]

[lateness]

[ Sent too fast: ]

no

no of course not

[bossily]

[this is adorable]

of course not

why would you be jealous?

it's not as if i hug you at least ten times a day

and you definitely didn't manage to steal a kiss or two at that picnic

[lateness]

[ Ah. ]

well

when you put it like that

[ Silly old man. ]

that was a rather nice picnic though, wasn't it?

[bossily]

it was the best picnic i've ever been on

and i'm not just saying that because i'd like you to kiss me again

[lateness]

clara!

[ — it's his immediate thought-to-text reaction, but it's followed up with a huff of laughter and a ducking of his head that she won't see, before he thinks of something else to say.

Anything, really. ]

what if someone reads this?

[ Oh, he's being stupid and flustered again, isn't he? That literally makes no sense. No one can see this. ]

i mean

just

you know

it's

well, yes

yes that can be arranged i suppose

[bossily]

[Her initial reaction, which she in no way bothers to try and control, is the sort of laughter she has whenever she knows she's making him squirm. She's a menace.]

oh, you only suppose?

maybe i should ask someone else to be my husband on the upcoming mission

[lateness]

[ She's the worst kind of menace possible. Absolutely evil. ]


was that your plan then?

[bossily]

i enjoyed it the last time we did.

and the time before that

i still have the ring we used in badrock actually

plus i think it could be a good excuse to do more kissing

so what do you say?

[now she's the one nervously rambling as she tries to be direct. great.]

[lateness]

[ MY HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED —

Only he's still a little preoccupied with the kissing bit. With Clara, it's new and it's exciting, and absolutely something he never quite understood before — why Amy and Rory would do it so much and so often, and didn't seem like they needed to do any breathing in between.

But now ... ]

kissing on a train

clara you saucy minx you

yes

i think i'd like to do that again

all of it

[bossily]

[She isn't sure where to start with this. obviously she wants to address the fact he's just called her a saucy minx, but she's instantly distracted by the thought of kissing him on a train.

and then she's completely taken by the fact he'd like to do the whole fake married thing once more. Only now it's feeling less and less like an act.]

then i suppose we have no choice to get married

for the mission. obviously.

also i happen to be alone in the kitchen right now

if you wanted to try kissing there too

to practice and prepare for kissing on a train

[#smooth]

[lateness]

for the mission yes

obviously

[ Just being agreeable, as always. The easy-going Doctor. ]

practice? do we need practice? i'll admit it has been some time

but i thought i was really rather good

[ No, Doctor, you idiot ... ]

[bossily]

yes

you were really rather good

that's exactly why i want more

practice was only a ruse to get you to agree to more, Doctor

[lateness]

oh


oh!

well why didn't you just say so clara

what if someone were to

you know

walk in

though i suppose there have been worse things that happened on this station

[bossily]

i suppose we could also just meet back in our room later

there's nothing but privacy there

so consider this me, telling you

i want you to kiss me

please

[and he can't say no to that, can he?]

[lateness]

[ /swallows ]

why wait for later?

[bossily]

[well, look who can make her blush while she's in the middle of the kitchen chopping vegetables]

give me ten minutes and i'm all yours

[you can bet she's finishing sloppily and quickly and is making a beeline to their room]

[lateness]

[ Just don't cut yourself please, Impossible Girl. ]

right

yes

ten minutes

[ And he'll keep checking his re-acquired watch for the time, too. He can do that now. ]

[bossily]

ten minutes

no getting distracted

[she arrives exactly ten minutes later, without a single cut on her. she peeks into the room before stepping in, to see if he's made it there before her. when she spots him waiting for her, she can't help but smile like a lovesick idiot. It's a problem, really. Very embarrassing.]

Someone's eager.

[It's her. She's eager.

Or maybe it's him. He beat her here, after all.

Or they can both be eager. There's nothing wrong with that, in this case.]

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[lateness]

no distractions

promise



[ The Doctor very nearly jumps to his feet the moment those doors slide open and Clara steps through. It's a relief too, because it could be him (the other him) or River, given that they all share the same quarters, but they're hardly here, and honestly, he's hardly ever here too, and right now that absence is ... well. That makes this place perfect.

So, yes, he's up now, he's on his feet, and he's sort of scratching at his head like he has no idea what to do next — should he make the first move? Or will she?

Really, when you start to think about it, the whole plan just goes awfully wrong. (Which may be why thinking and over-thinking it is a bad idea. Bad, bad idea. ]

I was — bored. [ — comes his excuse for being eager, though it's a bit flimsy, isn't it, all that talk of kissing, and that's why he's here on time and everything. Early, even. ]

[bossily]

[There's a laugh that says it's a completely flimsy excuse and she knows it. But it also says she doesn't particularly care. And as she steps into their room she has her hands clasped behind her back, to help with self-restraint. It seems ridiculous to try and have it when they're both specifically interested in kissing but it's not like she's going to push him against the wall right after stepping into the room.

Is she?

Well, that might be a bit aggressive.

As it is, she moves in close enough that she's standing before him. And she rocks back on her heels, hands still clasped behind her back.]

Well, we can't have you being bored.

[She leans in closer to him then, smirking as her hands move from behind her back so she can grab him by the bowtie to pull him in for a kiss.]