Benefits of a Snog Box- whouffle part 3 rated T
Title: Benefits of a Snog Box
Category: TV Shows » Doctor Who
Author: Trynia Merin
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Published: 01-07-15, Updated: 03-24-15
Chapter 3: Chapter 3-Post Snog Breakfast
Disclaimer: The BBC owns Doctor Who; not me. I make no money for the writing of this fan fiction.
"Oh come on, can't you give me a break, you moody old cow," Clara groaned later. Dressed in only a robe and a towel wrapped around her head the irritated companion wandered the halls in search of her bedroom.
Again she turned the corridor, only to see the console room smack in front of her containing the Doctor at work behind his console. Since the events that spilled several days into the span of one he had made sure to inspect his TARDIS for any cracks or breaches.
"Ah, Clara! Did you enjoy your shower?" asked the Time Lord who spun around, clapping his hands together. His delicate brow furrowed seeing her standing there with a frown on her round face. Something he didn't like seeing.
"I did till your snog box kept leading me here. How am I supposed to go around without clothes?" She asked.
"I could give you holographic clothes. Then you'd be clothed even though you'd be naked," the Doctor suggested, walking over to her. He gently draped one arm around her shoulders.
"Down boy! Don't get fresh with me. I prefer real cloths thank you very much," Clara sassed back. "Unless you've got other ideas about me being naked all the time..."
"I didn't... I mean... Shut up!" He finally huffed, tugging on his vest and tie.
"So can you get her to bring my room back so I can get dressed?" asked Clara, moving over to the console. She glanced over it, wondering if any of the switches were in odd positions since earlier that day.
"But you are wearing something now," he insisted, running a hand over her robe's sky blue cloth.
"If you ask her nicely we may have a reason to take them off. Together... Later," Clara whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"So... Now that you've got clothes on its no issue about us both being naked?" he wondered, swinging his arms back and forth.
"Sorry?" Clara asked, frowning with her hands on his coat lapels.
Also frowning the Doctor asked, "Does this 'friends with benefits' come with us seeing each other naked only under certain circumstances?"
"Well, yes!" Clara huffed, backing away a bit. "Why shouldn't it?"
"Of course not," he said with a quick laugh that sounded forced. Needing to clear his head a bit, the Time Lord then ran his hand over his forehead, and spun around in a circle.
"Doctor," she asked, watching as he whirled on her.
"Not to change the subject but pick a destination," he said.
She folded her arms over her chest, a bit whiplashed from the abrupt change. Yet she was grateful for it. "Glise 581..."
"Ah a super earth. Good choice," he complimented. Clara gave him a smile but she had to stifle a yawn.
"Sorry, it's not you, but I'm knackered. And in case you forgot your Snog box likes to play hide and seek with my room," she began, yet concern already filled his face because he rested his hand on her shoulder.
Softly he said, "We can't have you exploring when you're tired. That won't do. Amy and Rory's old room isn't far."
"I'd prefer one without a bunk bed? Unless you like being on top," She asked, which earned a blush and splutter from him.
"No, it's not like that! Shut up!" He stammered, noticing her teasing look. At least she wasn't sore about earlier.
The Doctor mused a bit and said, "Well, let's see... Sleeping by yourself or..."
"Only if you want to join me," she whispered.
"Well, considering you want sleep," he managed to tease back. A level of distance and comfort had now been re-established. He refused to pester her or make her feel uncomfortable because she was under his protection.
Taking her hand he grasped it and led Clara down the winding corridor. She smiled a bit at him, and like two friends they walked for a bit before they arrived at a doorway. It slid open and she saw her items were all safely there.
She commented, "Hang about, this is my room!"
"Well good then," he chuckled as he led her inside. "Good night Clara."
Clara shook her head and turned to him. Standing on her toes she wrapped her arms around his neck for a kiss. He gently returned it, keeping it chaste to test the waters and enforce the boundaries she wanted.
"Good night, chin boy," she said with a flirty wink. He playfully tapped her on the nose. Yet that look of disappointment was enough to give him pause. What had he done wrong now?
**
Shaking his head once the door closed he mumbled, "I think I need to consult the manual..."
How far did protection go before feelings were hurt, he wondered. He wandered into the vast library and slipped his glasses on as he gathered a pile of books. Before long he sat behind one of the low board wooden tables behind stacks of books. To his right sat a plate of Jammie Dodgers half eaten with a tepid cup of tea.
Thick rimmed round glasses aided his green eyes to peruse a page. He frowned slightly, having made notes on paper. Friends and benefits had several different definitions scribbled beside them, and he was only a bit closer to deciphering it all. Several books were simultaneously open in front of him.
"Friends with benefits, ranks just below courting and dating," he mumbled, feeling a bit cheated. "So not friend zoned, but in the realm of sex partners."
He tapped his pen a few times on the paper before licking his finger and turning another page in the book entitled, "Modern Sociology," to his left. He read on the page, "in some societies a relationship upgrade is possible if the male or the species shows what he can offer."
Back to the book, "Giving Women What They Want," he cast his gaze and ran his finger along the text. He exclaimed, "Aha. River always did like that... Perhaps..."
********
Eight hours passed in the space time vortex. In the room assigned to her Clara found her bed felt surprisingly comfortable as she woke up. Maybe the Doctor had a stern word with the TARDIS, because of the way the mattress supported her halfway between a cloud and a thick foam mattress. Clara yawned, hearing the insistent knocking on the door.
"Yes, I'm up, just a mo," mumbled Clara.
Through the door she heard the Time Lord call, "You want to sleep in a bit? Or have some breakfast?"
"As long as there's coffee or strong tea, Chin boy," she called back.
"Want it in bed or out here," asked he again. Clara blinked at the questions, touched and confused that he didn't just barge in.
"Doctor you can come in," she called out, amused when he rushed in carrying a tray. That was a bit more like him.
"I've got a bit of different sorts of grub, but I thought we could eat it together," suggested the Doctor, already dressed and cleaned up. She smelled something like aftershave but it had that unearthly scent.
He set the tray on her lap once she sat up, and took a seat lower down on the bed. Like a puppy he eyed her and watched her survey the food. Eggs, porridge, stewed tomatoes and fish fingers. Of course there was a bowl of custard on the tray as well. She often thought back to that first breakfast they had shared together. Porridge was eaten and tea was sipped with small smiles and hums of delight.
"Good, Eh?" asked the Time Lord, dipping a fish finger into the custard. He took a lingering bite and sighed in bliss, waving the food item in front of his mouth. She picked up an apple with a face he carved into it, amused.
"Different alien taste buds," she queried. He nodded down to her, dipping one in and holding it up to her mouth. Clara blinked a bit, but saw how insistent he was, so she took a tentative bite. Her tongue swiped the custard off his finger, but saw the anxiety in those green eyes.
"What do you think, yummy, eh?" the Doctor asked.
"I'd prefer a soufflé, but it's savory and sweet," she muttered, actually swallowing. Charmingly he nodded and grinned.
"It's the best thing on this planet," he interrupted, dipping another into the custard. "And speaking of, I've gotten everything ready for our trip today."
"You've a bit of custard," she began but leaned over to lick it off his cheek. This time he moved his cheek just a smudge so their lips met. Sparks of heated sensation trickled along her nerves and his in that split second.
Small puffs of hot breath escaped both their lips. Eyes closed, the Doctor dared to feel her fingers trace his cheek at the same time he immersed his fingers in her hair. Then he dared to open them and glance down at her natural smile. The sparkle was back in her brown eyes.
"Well then, let's finish up. Our tour is waiting," he said as he caressed her cheek and reveled in the characteristic way her nose wrinkled playfully. She dipped a fish finger into custard and held it up to his mouth.
"What's the rush, Chin boy?" She asked with a small smile.
"Ahhh," he replied, bending forward to take a bite and lick the drippy custard off her finger. Together they finished their breakfast enjoying one another's company till the Doctor insisted on snatching up the tray and urging her to take her time getting up.
"Breakfast in bed, check," the Doctor whispered as he carried the tray off and marked an invisible tally mark in the air. He grinned and hurried off to bring her clothes for the trip.
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Category: TV Shows » Doctor Who
Author: Trynia Merin
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Published: 01-07-15, Updated: 03-24-15
Chapter 3: Chapter 3-Post Snog Breakfast
Disclaimer: The BBC owns Doctor Who; not me. I make no money for the writing of this fan fiction.
"Oh come on, can't you give me a break, you moody old cow," Clara groaned later. Dressed in only a robe and a towel wrapped around her head the irritated companion wandered the halls in search of her bedroom.
Again she turned the corridor, only to see the console room smack in front of her containing the Doctor at work behind his console. Since the events that spilled several days into the span of one he had made sure to inspect his TARDIS for any cracks or breaches.
"Ah, Clara! Did you enjoy your shower?" asked the Time Lord who spun around, clapping his hands together. His delicate brow furrowed seeing her standing there with a frown on her round face. Something he didn't like seeing.
"I did till your snog box kept leading me here. How am I supposed to go around without clothes?" She asked.
"I could give you holographic clothes. Then you'd be clothed even though you'd be naked," the Doctor suggested, walking over to her. He gently draped one arm around her shoulders.
"Down boy! Don't get fresh with me. I prefer real cloths thank you very much," Clara sassed back. "Unless you've got other ideas about me being naked all the time..."
"I didn't... I mean... Shut up!" He finally huffed, tugging on his vest and tie.
"So can you get her to bring my room back so I can get dressed?" asked Clara, moving over to the console. She glanced over it, wondering if any of the switches were in odd positions since earlier that day.
"But you are wearing something now," he insisted, running a hand over her robe's sky blue cloth.
"If you ask her nicely we may have a reason to take them off. Together... Later," Clara whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"So... Now that you've got clothes on its no issue about us both being naked?" he wondered, swinging his arms back and forth.
"Sorry?" Clara asked, frowning with her hands on his coat lapels.
Also frowning the Doctor asked, "Does this 'friends with benefits' come with us seeing each other naked only under certain circumstances?"
"Well, yes!" Clara huffed, backing away a bit. "Why shouldn't it?"
"Of course not," he said with a quick laugh that sounded forced. Needing to clear his head a bit, the Time Lord then ran his hand over his forehead, and spun around in a circle.
"Doctor," she asked, watching as he whirled on her.
"Not to change the subject but pick a destination," he said.
She folded her arms over her chest, a bit whiplashed from the abrupt change. Yet she was grateful for it. "Glise 581..."
"Ah a super earth. Good choice," he complimented. Clara gave him a smile but she had to stifle a yawn.
"Sorry, it's not you, but I'm knackered. And in case you forgot your Snog box likes to play hide and seek with my room," she began, yet concern already filled his face because he rested his hand on her shoulder.
Softly he said, "We can't have you exploring when you're tired. That won't do. Amy and Rory's old room isn't far."
"I'd prefer one without a bunk bed? Unless you like being on top," She asked, which earned a blush and splutter from him.
"No, it's not like that! Shut up!" He stammered, noticing her teasing look. At least she wasn't sore about earlier.
The Doctor mused a bit and said, "Well, let's see... Sleeping by yourself or..."
"Only if you want to join me," she whispered.
"Well, considering you want sleep," he managed to tease back. A level of distance and comfort had now been re-established. He refused to pester her or make her feel uncomfortable because she was under his protection.
Taking her hand he grasped it and led Clara down the winding corridor. She smiled a bit at him, and like two friends they walked for a bit before they arrived at a doorway. It slid open and she saw her items were all safely there.
She commented, "Hang about, this is my room!"
"Well good then," he chuckled as he led her inside. "Good night Clara."
Clara shook her head and turned to him. Standing on her toes she wrapped her arms around his neck for a kiss. He gently returned it, keeping it chaste to test the waters and enforce the boundaries she wanted.
"Good night, chin boy," she said with a flirty wink. He playfully tapped her on the nose. Yet that look of disappointment was enough to give him pause. What had he done wrong now?
**
Shaking his head once the door closed he mumbled, "I think I need to consult the manual..."
How far did protection go before feelings were hurt, he wondered. He wandered into the vast library and slipped his glasses on as he gathered a pile of books. Before long he sat behind one of the low board wooden tables behind stacks of books. To his right sat a plate of Jammie Dodgers half eaten with a tepid cup of tea.
Thick rimmed round glasses aided his green eyes to peruse a page. He frowned slightly, having made notes on paper. Friends and benefits had several different definitions scribbled beside them, and he was only a bit closer to deciphering it all. Several books were simultaneously open in front of him.
"Friends with benefits, ranks just below courting and dating," he mumbled, feeling a bit cheated. "So not friend zoned, but in the realm of sex partners."
He tapped his pen a few times on the paper before licking his finger and turning another page in the book entitled, "Modern Sociology," to his left. He read on the page, "in some societies a relationship upgrade is possible if the male or the species shows what he can offer."
Back to the book, "Giving Women What They Want," he cast his gaze and ran his finger along the text. He exclaimed, "Aha. River always did like that... Perhaps..."
********
Eight hours passed in the space time vortex. In the room assigned to her Clara found her bed felt surprisingly comfortable as she woke up. Maybe the Doctor had a stern word with the TARDIS, because of the way the mattress supported her halfway between a cloud and a thick foam mattress. Clara yawned, hearing the insistent knocking on the door.
"Yes, I'm up, just a mo," mumbled Clara.
Through the door she heard the Time Lord call, "You want to sleep in a bit? Or have some breakfast?"
"As long as there's coffee or strong tea, Chin boy," she called back.
"Want it in bed or out here," asked he again. Clara blinked at the questions, touched and confused that he didn't just barge in.
"Doctor you can come in," she called out, amused when he rushed in carrying a tray. That was a bit more like him.
"I've got a bit of different sorts of grub, but I thought we could eat it together," suggested the Doctor, already dressed and cleaned up. She smelled something like aftershave but it had that unearthly scent.
He set the tray on her lap once she sat up, and took a seat lower down on the bed. Like a puppy he eyed her and watched her survey the food. Eggs, porridge, stewed tomatoes and fish fingers. Of course there was a bowl of custard on the tray as well. She often thought back to that first breakfast they had shared together. Porridge was eaten and tea was sipped with small smiles and hums of delight.
"Good, Eh?" asked the Time Lord, dipping a fish finger into the custard. He took a lingering bite and sighed in bliss, waving the food item in front of his mouth. She picked up an apple with a face he carved into it, amused.
"Different alien taste buds," she queried. He nodded down to her, dipping one in and holding it up to her mouth. Clara blinked a bit, but saw how insistent he was, so she took a tentative bite. Her tongue swiped the custard off his finger, but saw the anxiety in those green eyes.
"What do you think, yummy, eh?" the Doctor asked.
"I'd prefer a soufflé, but it's savory and sweet," she muttered, actually swallowing. Charmingly he nodded and grinned.
"It's the best thing on this planet," he interrupted, dipping another into the custard. "And speaking of, I've gotten everything ready for our trip today."
"You've a bit of custard," she began but leaned over to lick it off his cheek. This time he moved his cheek just a smudge so their lips met. Sparks of heated sensation trickled along her nerves and his in that split second.
Small puffs of hot breath escaped both their lips. Eyes closed, the Doctor dared to feel her fingers trace his cheek at the same time he immersed his fingers in her hair. Then he dared to open them and glance down at her natural smile. The sparkle was back in her brown eyes.
"Well then, let's finish up. Our tour is waiting," he said as he caressed her cheek and reveled in the characteristic way her nose wrinkled playfully. She dipped a fish finger into custard and held it up to his mouth.
"What's the rush, Chin boy?" She asked with a small smile.
"Ahhh," he replied, bending forward to take a bite and lick the drippy custard off her finger. Together they finished their breakfast enjoying one another's company till the Doctor insisted on snatching up the tray and urging her to take her time getting up.
"Breakfast in bed, check," the Doctor whispered as he carried the tray off and marked an invisible tally mark in the air. He grinned and hurried off to bring her clothes for the trip.
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