[ — 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. ]
[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
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.
[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
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ He gets antsy and weird and starts to come up with all sorts of ways to un-bore himself. Of course, that clearly isn't the necessary step he needs to take, not when Clara is ever-so-close to him, the space between them shrinking until she's practically in his immediate vicinity, fingers going up to snatch at his bowtie, guiding him in to meet her lips with his.
And he obliges, lips softening against hers, and he doesn't even do the thing he's prone to do: in other words, this time there is no flailing or flapping about. It's anticipated, this kiss, it's one he's prepared for since she brought it up in the first place. And maybe that's all the Doctor needs not to resemble an inflatable noodle man. Forewarning.
Well.
That, and maybe he just needs to get used to the idea that it's okay to kiss someone, and that it's actually really rather nice to be doing so — especially when that someone is his Impossible Girl. ]
[The lack of flailing is definitely noticed right away. Clara's lips curve upward into a smile against his, as her hold on his bowtie lessens. Her hand drops to press against his chest instead, then falls a bit further to touch at his hip. Compared to how things used to be, it doesn't seem like he's apprehensive about this at all.
Not anymore.
That knowledge makes Clara more bold. Her lips part as she deepens the kiss, but she doesn't press for more in a way that's demanding. Her lips are soft and pliant against his, and she lets him control whether or not he's comfortable with tongues being involved just yet. It's taken them this long to get to this point, and she's not looking to frighten him away. They have to take things slow. Even when she's tempted to press him against the wall and snog him senseless.]
You know how I feel about you being useless, Doctor. [She teases him when they finally part. They're still pressed in close together, her fingers pressing firmly against his hip.] Absolutely not allowed.
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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.]
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[ Wait, was that the bit he was supposed to zero in on?
Probably not, but there you go. ]
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more than a couple but definitely less than five?
are you jealous, Doctor?
[she'll allow him to zero in on that part]
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no
no of course not
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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
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well
when you put it like that
[ Silly old man. ]
that was a rather nice picnic though, wasn't it?
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and i'm not just saying that because i'd like you to kiss me again
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[ — 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
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oh, you only suppose?
maybe i should ask someone else to be my husband on the upcoming mission
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was that your plan then?
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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.]
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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
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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]
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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 ... ]
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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
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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
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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?]
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why wait for later?
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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]
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right
yes
ten minutes
[ And he'll keep checking his re-acquired watch for the time, too. He can do that now. ]
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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.]
text ➝ action ;
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. ]
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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.]
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[ He gets antsy and weird and starts to come up with all sorts of ways to un-bore himself. Of course, that clearly isn't the necessary step he needs to take, not when Clara is ever-so-close to him, the space between them shrinking until she's practically in his immediate vicinity, fingers going up to snatch at his bowtie, guiding him in to meet her lips with his.
And he obliges, lips softening against hers, and he doesn't even do the thing he's prone to do: in other words, this time there is no flailing or flapping about. It's anticipated, this kiss, it's one he's prepared for since she brought it up in the first place. And maybe that's all the Doctor needs not to resemble an inflatable noodle man. Forewarning.
Well.
That, and maybe he just needs to get used to the idea that it's okay to kiss someone, and that it's actually really rather nice to be doing so — especially when that someone is his Impossible Girl. ]
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Not anymore.
That knowledge makes Clara more bold. Her lips part as she deepens the kiss, but she doesn't press for more in a way that's demanding. Her lips are soft and pliant against his, and she lets him control whether or not he's comfortable with tongues being involved just yet. It's taken them this long to get to this point, and she's not looking to frighten him away. They have to take things slow. Even when she's tempted to press him against the wall and snog him senseless.]
You know how I feel about you being useless, Doctor. [She teases him when they finally part. They're still pressed in close together, her fingers pressing firmly against his hip.] Absolutely not allowed.
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