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The Doctor pouted a little when she got up and went to go answer the door. “I was just getting comfortable.” He wasn’t really complaining, teasing mostly. When she did sit back down, he reached over for a piece of the pizza. “You know, Italian pizza is far better than this stuff, but your lot do a decent enough job.” He took a bit and smiled back at her.
Clara smiled softly, “I do know, you took me for pizza once.” She said and munched onto her piece of pizza.
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“I’m the impossible girl, and my story is done.”
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“Hey... You look... Different... What’s wrong?” Clara said walking over to the Doctor.
“Maybe I need it too,” the Doctor suggested lightly. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Their hands seemed to fit perfectly together and he gave them a squeeze. “I know that the traveling can take it’s toll and you can suggest this any time, taking a break, I won’t say no.”
“Okay.” Clara said softly curling up again. The door bell rang and she jumped up getting off him and answering the door, she paid the man and took the pizza and returning to the living room. She placed the pizza down before sitting back down. “Perfect timing.” She said picking up a slice and taking a bite with a cheeky smile.
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"Outfit change?" The Doctor asked, looking her up and down. "-we're not reenacting Grease, Clara"
“It was the TARDIS’ idea.” Clara rolled her eyes at the Doctor, “she left the outfit on the side for me…”
He blushed, sitting on the red vinyl-clad barstool next to her at the counter. “-the Giant Stalaki Couple’s Meal, please.” He said to the waitress, who looked like a normal human. Robots, humanoids, and other creatures alike sat throughout the diner, eating their meals.
Clara looked around and took her drink when the woman passed it to her, she sucked on the straw looking around at the different species. She spun around on the bar stool and grinned at the Doctor.
“Alright.” The Doctor took one of her feet in his hands and gently began to massage it. “Thanks Clara. For this. I know that you must think that I won’t be able to handle being here, but this is nice. It’s relaxing.”
“Don’t thank me, I’m the one who needs it.” She rested her head on his shoulder. Clara moved and took his hands in hers and intertwined their fingers rubbing the back of his hands with her thumbs.
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"Outfit change?" The Doctor asked, looking her up and down. "-we're not reenacting Grease, Clara"
“It was the TARDIS’ idea.” Clara rolled her eyes at the Doctor, “she left the outfit on the side for me…”
“Of course.” He said, taking her to a retro diner that was located on a intergalactic pit-stop planet where ships came to refuel. “Ah, the fried Stalaki. Tough and cruel fauna of Stanuk when alive, but amazing when deep-fried.”
Clara walked out of the TARDIS and grinned widely. “Looks beautiful... I’ll try that.” She smirked and took the Doctor’s arm looping hers through it.
"Outfit change?" The Doctor asked, looking her up and down. "-we're not reenacting Grease, Clara"
“It was the TARDIS’ idea.” Clara rolled her eyes at the Doctor, “she left the outfit on the side for me…”
“Well, she’s got good taste, apparently.” He said, eyeing her approvingly. “It’s odd…you with your hair up. It’s always been long or short, but always down…” He said, talking as if he was a scientist mesmerized by a brand new species.
Clara rolled her eyes, “Close your mouth old man.” She laughed and walked around the console, “Come on then, I thought you were taking me out for dinner.”
“Thank you Clara,” the Doctor said as he accepted his glass. He took a sip of what she had given him before just holding onto the glass and following after her. The Time Lord settled beside her and allowed himself to relax. This wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t sure why he’d made such a fuss with the Ponds. When she was done with her call, he asked, “How long will it be?”
“Twenty Minutes.” She said softly before putting her legs over his and reaching for the remote. She flicked the TV on before moving back.
