Benefits of a Snog Box whouffle part 2 rated T
Chapter 2: Chapter 2-Boundaries
Pairing: Whouffle
Rating: T for M/F
Word count: 1450
Disclaimer: BBC owns Doctor Who, I don't. I make no money for the writing of this fan fiction.
On his back beneath the console, the Doctor sorted out a tangle of wires and twisted other together. Sparks harmlessly dropped to the floor, crackling in the humming console room. The time rotor stayed still since he had landed the TARDIS for repairs.
It was Wednesday night in the humanian era they had just left. But now that was irrelevant because he heard Clara scream, "Ahhh you stupid cow!"
Goggles covered the Doctor's eyes. He poked his head out from under and looked up at the TARDIS console accusingly.
"What did you do now, old girl?" he demanded, swinging to his feet. Pushing up his goggles he ran down the corridors towards the source of the sound. Steely grey corridors lined with silvery hexagons blurred past him. It didn't take him long to reach the bathroom. Funny since Clara complained it was like a maze.
The cursing still echoed when he slipped on water and spun just in front of the door. Banging on it with both fists he called out, "Clara? Are you okay in there?"
"I told you she hates me! It's freezing!" complained Clara.
The Doctor asked, "Do you want me to come in?"
"No thank you! Just wait outside!" Clara shouted, voice muffled by the door.
Determined to get to the bottom of it, he snapped his fingers to open the door. Still the mirror was steamed up. A loofa bounced off his forehead from the general direction of the shower. He could make out the blur of her body behind the frosted glass.
"What are you doing in here!" Clara shouted, throwing a shampoo bottle at him. He dodged the conditioner as he saw her hands crossed over her front to hide what she could, though he got a very nice peek at her dripping wet with soap in her hair.
"Ow! I'm trying to help!"' the Doctor called out, slapping his hands over his eyes.
"Can't I get any privacy? It's bad enough that the TARDIS showered me in cold water and now the towels are gone!" Clara shouted, voice echoing in the chamber.
Still keeping his hands over his eyes he walked towards her voice, "Well I'm sorry but I thought you'd fell and hit your head! Showers are the number one place for concussions! Since it's all slippery!"
"Get me a towel before I lose it!" Clara snapped at him. "Or get out!"
"I know we are doing the not looking thing so why do you think I've got my hands over my eyes? Unless you're playing hide and seek," grumbled the Time Lord.
"Towel now!" Clara snapped.
"I don't get why you're so sensitive about being naked after you and I have had intercourse," snapped the Doctor as he spun around with one hand extended towards the linen closet. He still kept his hand over his eyes while he opened the cabinet to fish a towel out.
"Well you're not the one cold, dripping wet, and mad as hell, Doctor," Clara retorted.
Clutching a towel he spun to walk to where he heard her voice. Miraculously there seemed to be plenty of soft fluffy towels in the closet. The Time Lord called out, "Honestly Clara you've got nothing to feel ashamed of! If we were at the Church of the Papal Mainframe you'd have to be naked."
He heard her irritated huff as he felt her snatch the towel away, "Not caring about that now!"
"Look, if it'd make you feel any better I'll take my clothes off," suggested the Doctor, uncovering his eyes. He reached for the buttons of his waistcoat.
Clara quickly refused, "No! That's quite all right! You can look now!"
He flinched. Pouting a bit he lowered his hands and stepped over to rub her arms up and down. Why did he have to look so adorable even when hurt, she wondered. Those green eyes took on the appearance of a puppy caught chewing on a slipper but didn't know any better. Unable to meet his gaze she focussed on the adorable way his fringe curled over his softly crinkled forehead.
Clara awkwardly accepted his hug, now she had wrapped herself in the towel. She cautioned, "Careful Doctor, you'll get all wet."
"Not caring, just hugging," hummed the Doctor. Since the hug was extremely nice and warm Clara ceased her protests. Bare feet on the cold tile put her eyes at the level of his bow tie.
"You are getting wet aren't you?" murmured she, rubbing his back through the dual layers of waistcoat and shirt. For a few minutes she inhaled his scent even though it was faint under the overwhelming pong of her sandalwood bath gel. Cool air seeped into the bathroom through the door open to the metallic hallways.
He slid his hands to her back so that his shirt cloth brushed her bare arms, now covered in goosepimples. Since he could bury his nose in her hair he couldn't resist the urge to stick out his tongue and draw a tendril of damp hair onto his tongue. Sucking on her hair he made a face. "Ugh, soap..."
"Stop chewing on my hair, Chin boy," she scolded.
"I can't help it since I like the way you taste, Clara," began the Time Lord, yet she pulled back.
"Doctor you are being weird again," his companion insisted before she gently pushed him away. "Down boy!"
"No weirder than you," he countered, stepping back as well.
Clara glared at him, annoyed that he stopped the hug. She half growled, "I'm sorry?"
Waving his hands about before he shrugged, the Doctor said, "You worried about my seeing you naked when we've been intimate. And you were the one that wanted me to stop the hugging thing."
"For your information chin boy, I was backing up because you were eating my hair," Clara attempted to point out. Like the steam that cleared and left cold droplets on the mirror the moment of playfulness had cooled off.
The Time Lord stuck out his bottom lip, before he complained, "Don't change the subject! Why aren't you comfortable with me seeing you naked?"
"Doctor! I'm entitled to privacy," snapped Clara once more.
"That's rubbish," he complained. "Amy and Rory never seemed to have that problem... Being naked in front of..."
"Doctor I don't wish to know what your other companions did!" Clara yelled, turning pink.
"But they were sexually intimate, and thought nothing of it," persisted the Time Lord. He did figure that the Ponds were the closest he'd come to knowing about human relationships. Though he had seen Ace and some of his other companions take the 'friends with benefits' route.
"That's not the point! I'm asking for it!" argued she.
Still frustrated about the unfairness of the situation the Doctor tugged at his hair. Then he waggled a finger, smiling slightly as he said, "Wait, wait I get it!"
Relief filled Clara's face before she cried, "Thank you!"
Partially hunched over he kept both hands in front and teased, "You don't want to be naked in front of the TARDIS..."
Clara's eyes rolled. Those wet spots on his shirt and vest looked hilarious. It was as close as a reason he'd get. What could she expect from an alien? She relented, "All right, all right!"
Secretly the Doctor knew the real reason: she was a bit of a control freak. Not that he'd say it to her face. If she wanted privacy he'd give it, but it probably had partly to do with her keeping him at a distance.
"That's why you wanted the lights off," muttered the Time Lord, bopping his chin with the sonic he just pulled out of his pocket. Mischief twinkled in his green eyes deep in the centuries of his existence.
"Shut up!" Clara yelped as she felt him brush past her. Unfortunately instead of a hug, he reached out to sonic the shower head.
"There you are. Optimized the hot water flow. You should be fine to finish your shower now, Clara," he reassured her, walking past without touching her.
"Thank you," Clara murmured surprised. She wasn't sure if she was touched by his concern for her needs or disappointed he didn't push the limit. The Doctor stopped, waved at her, then slipped out the door.
"Ta-ta, I'll be fixing the old girl, should you need anything else," he called back before he closed the door.
Clara stood for a bit in the process of taking in the past few minutes. Boundaries. He actually respected her boundaries. A small smile crept over her round face as Clara turned the water back on. She sighed deeply under the warm droplets pummeling her once chilled body.
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Pairing: Whouffle
Rating: T for M/F
Word count: 1450
Disclaimer: BBC owns Doctor Who, I don't. I make no money for the writing of this fan fiction.
On his back beneath the console, the Doctor sorted out a tangle of wires and twisted other together. Sparks harmlessly dropped to the floor, crackling in the humming console room. The time rotor stayed still since he had landed the TARDIS for repairs.
It was Wednesday night in the humanian era they had just left. But now that was irrelevant because he heard Clara scream, "Ahhh you stupid cow!"
Goggles covered the Doctor's eyes. He poked his head out from under and looked up at the TARDIS console accusingly.
"What did you do now, old girl?" he demanded, swinging to his feet. Pushing up his goggles he ran down the corridors towards the source of the sound. Steely grey corridors lined with silvery hexagons blurred past him. It didn't take him long to reach the bathroom. Funny since Clara complained it was like a maze.
The cursing still echoed when he slipped on water and spun just in front of the door. Banging on it with both fists he called out, "Clara? Are you okay in there?"
"I told you she hates me! It's freezing!" complained Clara.
The Doctor asked, "Do you want me to come in?"
"No thank you! Just wait outside!" Clara shouted, voice muffled by the door.
Determined to get to the bottom of it, he snapped his fingers to open the door. Still the mirror was steamed up. A loofa bounced off his forehead from the general direction of the shower. He could make out the blur of her body behind the frosted glass.
"What are you doing in here!" Clara shouted, throwing a shampoo bottle at him. He dodged the conditioner as he saw her hands crossed over her front to hide what she could, though he got a very nice peek at her dripping wet with soap in her hair.
"Ow! I'm trying to help!"' the Doctor called out, slapping his hands over his eyes.
"Can't I get any privacy? It's bad enough that the TARDIS showered me in cold water and now the towels are gone!" Clara shouted, voice echoing in the chamber.
Still keeping his hands over his eyes he walked towards her voice, "Well I'm sorry but I thought you'd fell and hit your head! Showers are the number one place for concussions! Since it's all slippery!"
"Get me a towel before I lose it!" Clara snapped at him. "Or get out!"
"I know we are doing the not looking thing so why do you think I've got my hands over my eyes? Unless you're playing hide and seek," grumbled the Time Lord.
"Towel now!" Clara snapped.
"I don't get why you're so sensitive about being naked after you and I have had intercourse," snapped the Doctor as he spun around with one hand extended towards the linen closet. He still kept his hand over his eyes while he opened the cabinet to fish a towel out.
"Well you're not the one cold, dripping wet, and mad as hell, Doctor," Clara retorted.
Clutching a towel he spun to walk to where he heard her voice. Miraculously there seemed to be plenty of soft fluffy towels in the closet. The Time Lord called out, "Honestly Clara you've got nothing to feel ashamed of! If we were at the Church of the Papal Mainframe you'd have to be naked."
He heard her irritated huff as he felt her snatch the towel away, "Not caring about that now!"
"Look, if it'd make you feel any better I'll take my clothes off," suggested the Doctor, uncovering his eyes. He reached for the buttons of his waistcoat.
Clara quickly refused, "No! That's quite all right! You can look now!"
He flinched. Pouting a bit he lowered his hands and stepped over to rub her arms up and down. Why did he have to look so adorable even when hurt, she wondered. Those green eyes took on the appearance of a puppy caught chewing on a slipper but didn't know any better. Unable to meet his gaze she focussed on the adorable way his fringe curled over his softly crinkled forehead.
Clara awkwardly accepted his hug, now she had wrapped herself in the towel. She cautioned, "Careful Doctor, you'll get all wet."
"Not caring, just hugging," hummed the Doctor. Since the hug was extremely nice and warm Clara ceased her protests. Bare feet on the cold tile put her eyes at the level of his bow tie.
"You are getting wet aren't you?" murmured she, rubbing his back through the dual layers of waistcoat and shirt. For a few minutes she inhaled his scent even though it was faint under the overwhelming pong of her sandalwood bath gel. Cool air seeped into the bathroom through the door open to the metallic hallways.
He slid his hands to her back so that his shirt cloth brushed her bare arms, now covered in goosepimples. Since he could bury his nose in her hair he couldn't resist the urge to stick out his tongue and draw a tendril of damp hair onto his tongue. Sucking on her hair he made a face. "Ugh, soap..."
"Stop chewing on my hair, Chin boy," she scolded.
"I can't help it since I like the way you taste, Clara," began the Time Lord, yet she pulled back.
"Doctor you are being weird again," his companion insisted before she gently pushed him away. "Down boy!"
"No weirder than you," he countered, stepping back as well.
Clara glared at him, annoyed that he stopped the hug. She half growled, "I'm sorry?"
Waving his hands about before he shrugged, the Doctor said, "You worried about my seeing you naked when we've been intimate. And you were the one that wanted me to stop the hugging thing."
"For your information chin boy, I was backing up because you were eating my hair," Clara attempted to point out. Like the steam that cleared and left cold droplets on the mirror the moment of playfulness had cooled off.
The Time Lord stuck out his bottom lip, before he complained, "Don't change the subject! Why aren't you comfortable with me seeing you naked?"
"Doctor! I'm entitled to privacy," snapped Clara once more.
"That's rubbish," he complained. "Amy and Rory never seemed to have that problem... Being naked in front of..."
"Doctor I don't wish to know what your other companions did!" Clara yelled, turning pink.
"But they were sexually intimate, and thought nothing of it," persisted the Time Lord. He did figure that the Ponds were the closest he'd come to knowing about human relationships. Though he had seen Ace and some of his other companions take the 'friends with benefits' route.
"That's not the point! I'm asking for it!" argued she.
Still frustrated about the unfairness of the situation the Doctor tugged at his hair. Then he waggled a finger, smiling slightly as he said, "Wait, wait I get it!"
Relief filled Clara's face before she cried, "Thank you!"
Partially hunched over he kept both hands in front and teased, "You don't want to be naked in front of the TARDIS..."
Clara's eyes rolled. Those wet spots on his shirt and vest looked hilarious. It was as close as a reason he'd get. What could she expect from an alien? She relented, "All right, all right!"
Secretly the Doctor knew the real reason: she was a bit of a control freak. Not that he'd say it to her face. If she wanted privacy he'd give it, but it probably had partly to do with her keeping him at a distance.
"That's why you wanted the lights off," muttered the Time Lord, bopping his chin with the sonic he just pulled out of his pocket. Mischief twinkled in his green eyes deep in the centuries of his existence.
"Shut up!" Clara yelped as she felt him brush past her. Unfortunately instead of a hug, he reached out to sonic the shower head.
"There you are. Optimized the hot water flow. You should be fine to finish your shower now, Clara," he reassured her, walking past without touching her.
"Thank you," Clara murmured surprised. She wasn't sure if she was touched by his concern for her needs or disappointed he didn't push the limit. The Doctor stopped, waved at her, then slipped out the door.
"Ta-ta, I'll be fixing the old girl, should you need anything else," he called back before he closed the door.
Clara stood for a bit in the process of taking in the past few minutes. Boundaries. He actually respected her boundaries. A small smile crept over her round face as Clara turned the water back on. She sighed deeply under the warm droplets pummeling her once chilled body.
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