[[ooc: Bed time for sleepy mun! Night all! *snugs*]]
Clara glanced back at him as he spoke, the blush still present in her cheeks for the moment.
“That’s what happens sometimes when someone kisses another person.” She said after a moment, her eyes darting away from his as he looked up at her.
His question rolled around in her head. Why had she kissed him? He had started it, but she had ended up kissing him back…she still wasn’t sure why.
“Well,” She said after a moment her eyes raising to meet his again. She was slightly surprised to see the focus in his gaze considering how he had been a moment ago. “I don’t know.” She shrugged slightly.
“I guess….Well, I guess it’s because I liked it,” She said. “Kissing you was…nicer than I’d ever thought it might be.”
“You’d thought about kissing me,” he said with a dopey, adoring smile, laying back, apparently happy with that answer.
As he thought through her words though a thought occurred to him and he pouted rather sadly.
“You thought it wouldn’t be nice? I’m an excellent kisser I’ll have you know. Except when people take me by surprise. I’m not very good with surprise kisses.”
He didn’t look very happy about that at all.
Clara gasped softly as he reached up to suddenly pull her back, her other hand darting forward to catch at the edge of the bed to balance herself. But what she hadn’t been expecting was when he suddenly pressed his lips to her own in a kiss.
She froze, unsure of what to do as he held her there for a moment before she found herself kissing back, even if it was only a little bit.
As he pulled away Clara gazed at him with her own sort of dazed expression, still unsure what to make of the kiss he had just given her in that moment. She couldn’t help but laugh after a moment, the sound breathless as she put a bit more of her weight on the bed, still trying to wrap the situation around her head. Sure, he might have been out of it, but it was still her Doctor, after all.
“I…” Clara said, her words trailing off for a moment. “I guess I kind of liked it too.” She murmured, her voice still breathless. She glanced up at him.
“I should probably get those bandages now..” She said, slowly beginning to push herself away from the bed with a soft blush slowly beginning to color her cheeks.
The Doctor looked down, mumbling to himself, lost in soft thought.
“You kissed me. You blushed.”
He frowned and then looked up, genuinely confused.
“Why did you really kiss me?”
His eyes were locked on hers, voice still slurred but gaze more sharp and focused that it had been for several minutes.
“People kiss me and they never really say why.”
“You really think you’re in the best shape to do any fixing?” Clara said as she helped him into the infirmary room.
She wasted no time, quickly moving him over to the bed as gently as she could. She couldn’t help but smile a bit at his comment, reaching up to pull his eyelids down.
“You know, Doctor,” She said after a moment, still standing beside him. “I’ve always wondered what you were like as a kid. I suppose this is the closest I’ll ever get.”
Still smiling, she was about to turn around to go and fetch some bandages when she saw him begin to fall forward again.
She was by his side again in an instant, quickly pulling him back up into a sitting position before she slowly began to have him recline. “Lay down, keep your eyes closed, and don’t move.” She instructed once she made sure he was still on the small bed. Then she turned to go and fetch those bandages.
For a man barely in charge of his faculties, his grasp was surprisingly accurate as he gently caught hold of her wrist. He pulled her back to him, sitting up again, meeting her half way with a very gentle, very chaste kiss that lingered just a bit too long to be mistaken as friendly.
“You are pretty. Clara,” he murmured when he pulled back, his expression vacant but adoring. “I should tell you all the time. You’re too short but that’s good because you fit so nicely. And you’re funny and clever.”
“But not at the same time because that wouldn’t be very helpful.”
He sighed wistfully. “I like kissing you.”
Which might have been more romantic if he didn’t punctuate it by prodding her aimlessly in the cheek.
[[ooc: Right, I’ve just found one reply that tumblr didn’t tell me about so I went back and checked all my threads and as far as I can tell I’m up to date. Please tell me if I’ve missed anything loves!]]
She kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm, enjoying the way he touched her. “Mmm, I certainly know now.” She still didn’t move her hips, no matter how much he squirmed.
Her breathing was heavy and she needed to continue soon, but she still kept him waiting. She slid off him, almost groaning in painful it was not to feel him. But considering how much he seemed to like her backside recently, she gave him exactly what he wanted by turning around and getting on her hands an knees. She threw a minx-like grin over her shoulder. “My secret desire is for you to stop being a gentleman and take me,” that last part came out in a growl.
Well that didn’t help his blush any more than the gauzy, floaty, full of splits dress did.
“That’s good,” he insisted. “Familiar face and all that.”
The priestesses had been very accommodating when he’d explained what was going on, ensuring him they’d do everything possible to help her. Saving a planet did get you a lot of favours in return.
“Could be here a little while though,” he said nervously. “Sure you don’t want me in another room? I might be a terrible room mate you know.”
Rose nodded walking over to him, and took his hands in hers. “I traveled with you in that TARDIS for two years, I know what your like.” Rose whispered reassuring him she’d be okay. “Did they tell you anything about why she’s trying to control me? They won’t tell me a word.”
“I don’t think they know much more than you or I,” he admitted. “Power probably. It’s usual about power. Power and control. And big guns.”
He smirked a little, looking at her outfit.
“Very much doubt you have a big gun hidden anywhere in there though.”
Clara looked down at him for a moment, having heard just how hard his head had hit the floor, and wondered if he was alright. She could tell from the look in his eyes that it had left him a bit more out of it than he had been a few moments ago, and that was something she definitely didn’t need at the moment.
She opened her mouth to question him just on how he felt when he suddenly spoke, her eyes widening a good bit as she looked down at him.
“Doctor!” She exclaimed. Sure, he might have been…out of sorts, but that comment was still a bit…odd, though she had a feeling it was more because he’d never said anything like that to her in the past.
“Alright,” Clara said, quickly pushing up off of him both because she felt a bit strange after what had just occurred and because he needed to be treated. She reached down, helping him up as she closed the TARDIS door behind her, quickly shuffling away through one of the many doors in order to find the medical room. “Let’s get you fixed up now, Doctor.”
“If I’m a doctor,” he said, staggering unsteadily, feeling even more dizzy. “Shouldn’t I do the…fixing stuff?”
The world was utterly spinning. He didn’t like it one bit.
He grimaced as they entered the infirmary, the white light too bright and uncomfortable, leaving him shielding his eyes.
“You’re not supposed to look at the stars,” he mumbled. “But I do. I always do.”
He sat on the edge of the bed because his leg hurt and the world was all spin-y. He immediately started to pitch forward again.
Clara almost sighed with relief when he moved away from her to lean against the TARDIS. It gave her a moment to rest herself, which she was glad for.
“No, it’s bigger on the-” Her words cut off as he suddenly grabbed her by her hips and pulled her forward against him.
“Doctor, what are you talking about?” She asked as he rambled softly, though it sounded more like it was to himself than anything else.
Her hands rested on his chest, a comfortable position, and one that she was definitely more comfortable with considering the awkward placement he had put them in. It made her feel weird, being close to him like this, and as such, she couldn’t help but attempt to pull away for a moment.
“Doctor,” She began, but whatever thought she had was left unfinished as he suddenly opened the door and sent them tumbling forward into the TARDIS, her own body landing on top of him as they tumbled to the floor.
“Doctor…” She said again, her voice softer as she looked down at him. “We really should treat your leg, you know.”
He cracked the back of his head on the hard floor which really didn’t help his currently woozy state. It left him even more confused, his mind latching on to the way he was laying - her on top of him, his hand on her back - and trying to make any sense of it at all.
“You’re really going to have to take those clothes off,” he said brightly, the position and the blow somehow triggering an old memory.
Then he pouted as he realised that it actually rather hurt after all.
“Owww..” he muttered miserably to himself, rubbing the back of his head which only made it hurt more.
Clara shot him a glance as he rambled about various dumb animals he had come to work with over the years. So she was a dumb animal, was she? She’d definitely have to speak to him about that comment later once he was in a well enough state that he could remember the slap she’d give him.
Some of the annoyance disappeared as he began to ramble about her again, shaking her head a bit as he sniffed her.
“Yes, you said I was pretty,” She remarked. Last time he had said something like that, he’d been under the influence of the Cyber Planner, and considering the fact that he wasn’t exactly in his own mind currently as well, she assumed he didn’t really mean it. Surely he would have told her if he’d ever thought something of that nature before.
“Do you?” She asked as they neared the TARDIS, stifling a laugh as the big blue box drew near. “Well, then I’m sure you’ll love this one.”
He looked delighted, escaping from her grasp and leaning back against the door, taking the weight off his throbbing leg.
“Is this one bigger on the inside too?” he asked, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Or is it smaller on the outside?”
He grabbed her by the hips pulling her close.
“Oh Clara,” he sighed happily. “Clara, Clara Clara…You’re so…Clara. That’s what I like about you but…shhh…don’t tell you I said that.”
He reached behind himself for the door handle.
“Shall we?” he asked, yanking at it before she could stop him, sending them both tumbling inside. Fortunately - since he was too out of it to feel much - he took the brunt of the fall backwards, her landing on him.