Benefits of a Snog Box-Chapter 5- whouffle
Title: Benefits of a Snog Box
Author: Trynia Merin
Chapter 5-Dinner and Pool
Summary: While Clara and the Doctor explore kissing, how far will they go to figure out the benefits of the TARDIS as a "snog box?" Whouffle
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - [Clara O., 11th Doctor]
Disclaimer: The BBC owns Doctor Who, not me. I make no money for the writing of this fan fiction.
A/n: thanks to Nerdowl for the beta reading.
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Swirling the blue drink in her hands Clara watched the liquid glide against the conical side of the martini glass before she took a sip. Around her shoulders the Doctor's arm felt comfortable, though the tension in the air was thick enough to at least poke let alone cut with a knife. But knowing the Doctor he'd use a stick.
"So, Shaz is it? Nice to meet you but I'm terribly sorry but Clara is otherwise occupied," the Doctor said quickly.
"What kind of man brings a lady and doesn't keep an eye on her," Shaz asked. "Or let her speak for herself?"
"The same kind that is starving and doesn't want to deal with cracking testosterone," Clara said as she glared pointedly at the two. "Down boy. And you Shaz, thank you but I'm not interested. And Doctor I can fight my own battles..."
The Doctor gave her a slightly hurt look and removed his arm from her shoulder. Had he played this wrong?
Shaz shrugged and said, "Suit yourself miss, but I was just being friendly. No need to get out the claws..."
"I'm sorry, it's just been a long trip and I'm peckish. I didn't mean to be rude, Shaz," said Clara as she extended her hand. "Can we start over again? I'm Clara Oswald, and this is the Doctor... My... Gentleman friend."
"Shaz Braxton, pleasure to meet you two," he said, shaking her hand instead of kissing it. Two points in his favor, the Doctor decided.
Clara saw how this lifted the Doctor's mood, and Shaz smiled, saying, "Sorry Doctor... My mistake. No hard feelings, mate?"
"None at all," said the Doctor shaking the other man's hand, feeling the tension subside. At least the man was trying to make amends.
"Buy you both a drink?" He asked.
"Perhaps we can have one later. How long are you here for?" Clara asked.
"Business trip. I'm friends with the manager," Shaz said as he gave them a friendly smile. "Anything you two want let them know..."
"Cheers. We will let you know," the Doctor said with a smile. "Be seeing you."
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"Your table is ready," the Maitre D called out. Offering his arm, the Doctor motioned her over with a swing of his head.
"What the hell was that?" Clara whispered, still carrying her Lira martini.
"I honestly thought he was making a pass at you," the Doctor whispered, sipping his milk shake.
"Jealousy makes you cute, and a bit more annoying," she shot back. "You're acting like we've got a thing."
"Gentleman friend," he whispered back. "Would indicate clearly we do have a thing.."
"But you don't have to act all possessive and Victorian," she hissed.
"Sorry, but is it so bad to want to try... Blimey I'm making a hash of this," He began, running a hand through his hair awkwardly. Clara took a deep breath and managed a smile.
"Doctor, let's just drop it. Here you are treating me to dinner and I'm being awful. I'm sorry, you were just trying to be helpful..." she relented.
"Yes dinner. Let's focus on things dinner-y and sight seeing-ey," agreed the Time Lord.
He let the host pull out the chair for both of them before they sat down. Then rubbed his hands together, looking at the nicely set table. Instead of dwelling on the awkwardness he glanced at the view of the lake and the ice covered mountains, now glistening pink in the light of the red sun.
"That's a lovely view isn't it?" he commented, smiling as he excitedly pointed. As if through the eyes of a child she looked, and she had to agree. That blue drink she had consumed sat near her elbow, refilled, while the milk shake milkshake sat at his. They faced each other as comfortably as that first day they'd shared breakfast. The salad course was brought out first as their drinks were refreshed.
"How long have you come to this place?" she asked. "Is it a thing to bring your friends..."
"Thing?" He muttered, fork full of dinner on the way to his mouth.
Clara chuckled, "Oh come on the bartender knows you and your friends..."
"I did bring Amy and Rory here for their honeymoon," he clarified, then bit into his mouthful of food. "As a friend..."
Somehow the teasing wind dropped out of her sails and she turned back to eating her food. For a few minutes she wasn't sure what to say. Slowly his hand wandered over to where hers was and she slid hers overtop it. The small squeeze seemed to ease the awkwardness.
"Sorry..." she began.
"No need to apologize Clara. I should have explained," he replied, giving her a reassuring smile.
"Well you've got some secrets," she said with a shrug. "Everyone does."
"I've brought Amy and Rory here twice before," he explained, holding his fork between thumb and forefinger. Clara listened, slowly enjoying her salad course.
"What else did they like doing here?" she asked. 11th smiled.
"Well they have a zero g pool court..." he confessed. "But this version is a cross between racquetball and pool..."
Eyes widening a bit Clara asked, "Seriously?"
One delicate eyebrow rose up. The Doctor leaned close and whispered, "Really."
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With a thunderous crack a perfect three dimensional pyramid of balls shot in all directions. Clara shoved off the wall to get out of the way of the nine and the three. A zero G room wasn't something she expected, but he'd gone nuts with 3 d pool and she had all but dodged the crazy cue ball.
"Solids," the Doctor called out as he sank an appropriate ball. He moved to an opposite wall and used his static grab clip on shoes to secure himself to the side wall. Then he lined up the cue with the next solid.
"Call it," Clara reminded him, getting a very nice view of his pants covered arse since the purple jacket drifted to the side. Was he aware she was staring? Because he slid back the cue and the momentum sent his stick into the white ball but it side swiped the three.
"Rubbish," the Doctor groaned.
She was glad for the helmets, knee and elbow pads. Both helmets were polka dot and striped to match the balls, and the goggles they donned reminded her of the ones they wore for the motorcycle ride they had taken on that first day.
"My turn," she announced, detaching her shoes grab on the floor with a touch of her wrist control. She used the cue to propel herself upwards. This time she was aware of his green eyes on her as she latched to the ceiling and oriented herself behind the cue drifting in front of a few striped balls.
"Corner pocket," she called out, winking at him as she propelled the cue into a striped and it shot into the appropriate receptacle. That wide eyed gasp and rounded mouth to go with it delighted her.
"Beginners luck," he called out. Then the laughter commenced with a flurry of balls and sticks.
111111
He was a pool shark and she had helped wide eyed and laughing. She'd crashed headlong into him, smelling of tweed and raspberries and they both laughed. Her eyes drifted to his chin and mouth, and she savored the smile. Drifting into a hug, she sighed and inhaled his scent. As they drew back he murmured, "Clara."
Her eyes fluttered shut as his head angled to the side d their noses collided. He nibbled on the tip and the briefest touch on her mouth before restoring the lip press. It was soft and sweet, rife with precision and feelings far from chaste. Clara felt as if she was reeling but the Doctor let out a small sigh and blinked half lidded eyes once they parted.
"Blimey, why didn't we do that sooner?" asked the Doctor, licking his lips. He pushed up her goggles before he shoved up his own.
"I was wondering the same," Clara said, cocking an eyebrow. "But we did on the TARDIS."
"Yes, but I was worried about giving you your privacy," he protested.
"That didn't mean hands off," she tried to explain.
"We don't seem to be having that problem now," he teased, running his hand up and down her back. Another moment of silence led to his mouth finding hers once more.
"My stars if you kiss me like that we won't make it to the room," Clara whispered, keeping her arms around his neck. He almost lost his grip on her when he felt her pinch his backside.
"Clara this is hardly the place to horse around," he whispered as she reached up to detach the straps of his helmet.
"Now who's the one with the dirty mind. Down boy," she teased. "I was going to suggest another kiss..."
"Shut up," he grumbled, pouting as she let go. "That was not fair!"
Instead of releasing her hand he gave it a firm squeeze, and tugged her towards him. The force of it propelled her into his body. In a tangle of legs they landed, till the gravity switched back o and they were pressed to the wall.
"Times up," he whispered, looking up at Clara straddling him. The multicolored balls fell to the floor as well and the cue. Beneath the Doctor spanned the soft yet firm surface of the 3-d pool game. They heard someone tapping on the glass, and exchanged a look that sent them both into a fit of giggles.
"Excuse me but someone else has a reservation for the court," the attendant called out. Reluctantly Clara climbed off him and he rolled to his feet. Both of them moved to the various balls to pick them up yet heard his cough.
"You don't have to. I'll clear them up," the attendant assured them. Hand in hand Clara and the Doctor exited the chamber and entered the hallway.
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Author: Trynia Merin
Chapter 5-Dinner and Pool
Summary: While Clara and the Doctor explore kissing, how far will they go to figure out the benefits of the TARDIS as a "snog box?" Whouffle
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - [Clara O., 11th Doctor]
Disclaimer: The BBC owns Doctor Who, not me. I make no money for the writing of this fan fiction.
A/n: thanks to Nerdowl for the beta reading.
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Swirling the blue drink in her hands Clara watched the liquid glide against the conical side of the martini glass before she took a sip. Around her shoulders the Doctor's arm felt comfortable, though the tension in the air was thick enough to at least poke let alone cut with a knife. But knowing the Doctor he'd use a stick.
"So, Shaz is it? Nice to meet you but I'm terribly sorry but Clara is otherwise occupied," the Doctor said quickly.
"What kind of man brings a lady and doesn't keep an eye on her," Shaz asked. "Or let her speak for herself?"
"The same kind that is starving and doesn't want to deal with cracking testosterone," Clara said as she glared pointedly at the two. "Down boy. And you Shaz, thank you but I'm not interested. And Doctor I can fight my own battles..."
The Doctor gave her a slightly hurt look and removed his arm from her shoulder. Had he played this wrong?
Shaz shrugged and said, "Suit yourself miss, but I was just being friendly. No need to get out the claws..."
"I'm sorry, it's just been a long trip and I'm peckish. I didn't mean to be rude, Shaz," said Clara as she extended her hand. "Can we start over again? I'm Clara Oswald, and this is the Doctor... My... Gentleman friend."
"Shaz Braxton, pleasure to meet you two," he said, shaking her hand instead of kissing it. Two points in his favor, the Doctor decided.
Clara saw how this lifted the Doctor's mood, and Shaz smiled, saying, "Sorry Doctor... My mistake. No hard feelings, mate?"
"None at all," said the Doctor shaking the other man's hand, feeling the tension subside. At least the man was trying to make amends.
"Buy you both a drink?" He asked.
"Perhaps we can have one later. How long are you here for?" Clara asked.
"Business trip. I'm friends with the manager," Shaz said as he gave them a friendly smile. "Anything you two want let them know..."
"Cheers. We will let you know," the Doctor said with a smile. "Be seeing you."
1111111
"Your table is ready," the Maitre D called out. Offering his arm, the Doctor motioned her over with a swing of his head.
"What the hell was that?" Clara whispered, still carrying her Lira martini.
"I honestly thought he was making a pass at you," the Doctor whispered, sipping his milk shake.
"Jealousy makes you cute, and a bit more annoying," she shot back. "You're acting like we've got a thing."
"Gentleman friend," he whispered back. "Would indicate clearly we do have a thing.."
"But you don't have to act all possessive and Victorian," she hissed.
"Sorry, but is it so bad to want to try... Blimey I'm making a hash of this," He began, running a hand through his hair awkwardly. Clara took a deep breath and managed a smile.
"Doctor, let's just drop it. Here you are treating me to dinner and I'm being awful. I'm sorry, you were just trying to be helpful..." she relented.
"Yes dinner. Let's focus on things dinner-y and sight seeing-ey," agreed the Time Lord.
He let the host pull out the chair for both of them before they sat down. Then rubbed his hands together, looking at the nicely set table. Instead of dwelling on the awkwardness he glanced at the view of the lake and the ice covered mountains, now glistening pink in the light of the red sun.
"That's a lovely view isn't it?" he commented, smiling as he excitedly pointed. As if through the eyes of a child she looked, and she had to agree. That blue drink she had consumed sat near her elbow, refilled, while the milk shake milkshake sat at his. They faced each other as comfortably as that first day they'd shared breakfast. The salad course was brought out first as their drinks were refreshed.
"How long have you come to this place?" she asked. "Is it a thing to bring your friends..."
"Thing?" He muttered, fork full of dinner on the way to his mouth.
Clara chuckled, "Oh come on the bartender knows you and your friends..."
"I did bring Amy and Rory here for their honeymoon," he clarified, then bit into his mouthful of food. "As a friend..."
Somehow the teasing wind dropped out of her sails and she turned back to eating her food. For a few minutes she wasn't sure what to say. Slowly his hand wandered over to where hers was and she slid hers overtop it. The small squeeze seemed to ease the awkwardness.
"Sorry..." she began.
"No need to apologize Clara. I should have explained," he replied, giving her a reassuring smile.
"Well you've got some secrets," she said with a shrug. "Everyone does."
"I've brought Amy and Rory here twice before," he explained, holding his fork between thumb and forefinger. Clara listened, slowly enjoying her salad course.
"What else did they like doing here?" she asked. 11th smiled.
"Well they have a zero g pool court..." he confessed. "But this version is a cross between racquetball and pool..."
Eyes widening a bit Clara asked, "Seriously?"
One delicate eyebrow rose up. The Doctor leaned close and whispered, "Really."
1111111111
With a thunderous crack a perfect three dimensional pyramid of balls shot in all directions. Clara shoved off the wall to get out of the way of the nine and the three. A zero G room wasn't something she expected, but he'd gone nuts with 3 d pool and she had all but dodged the crazy cue ball.
"Solids," the Doctor called out as he sank an appropriate ball. He moved to an opposite wall and used his static grab clip on shoes to secure himself to the side wall. Then he lined up the cue with the next solid.
"Call it," Clara reminded him, getting a very nice view of his pants covered arse since the purple jacket drifted to the side. Was he aware she was staring? Because he slid back the cue and the momentum sent his stick into the white ball but it side swiped the three.
"Rubbish," the Doctor groaned.
She was glad for the helmets, knee and elbow pads. Both helmets were polka dot and striped to match the balls, and the goggles they donned reminded her of the ones they wore for the motorcycle ride they had taken on that first day.
"My turn," she announced, detaching her shoes grab on the floor with a touch of her wrist control. She used the cue to propel herself upwards. This time she was aware of his green eyes on her as she latched to the ceiling and oriented herself behind the cue drifting in front of a few striped balls.
"Corner pocket," she called out, winking at him as she propelled the cue into a striped and it shot into the appropriate receptacle. That wide eyed gasp and rounded mouth to go with it delighted her.
"Beginners luck," he called out. Then the laughter commenced with a flurry of balls and sticks.
111111
He was a pool shark and she had helped wide eyed and laughing. She'd crashed headlong into him, smelling of tweed and raspberries and they both laughed. Her eyes drifted to his chin and mouth, and she savored the smile. Drifting into a hug, she sighed and inhaled his scent. As they drew back he murmured, "Clara."
Her eyes fluttered shut as his head angled to the side d their noses collided. He nibbled on the tip and the briefest touch on her mouth before restoring the lip press. It was soft and sweet, rife with precision and feelings far from chaste. Clara felt as if she was reeling but the Doctor let out a small sigh and blinked half lidded eyes once they parted.
"Blimey, why didn't we do that sooner?" asked the Doctor, licking his lips. He pushed up her goggles before he shoved up his own.
"I was wondering the same," Clara said, cocking an eyebrow. "But we did on the TARDIS."
"Yes, but I was worried about giving you your privacy," he protested.
"That didn't mean hands off," she tried to explain.
"We don't seem to be having that problem now," he teased, running his hand up and down her back. Another moment of silence led to his mouth finding hers once more.
"My stars if you kiss me like that we won't make it to the room," Clara whispered, keeping her arms around his neck. He almost lost his grip on her when he felt her pinch his backside.
"Clara this is hardly the place to horse around," he whispered as she reached up to detach the straps of his helmet.
"Now who's the one with the dirty mind. Down boy," she teased. "I was going to suggest another kiss..."
"Shut up," he grumbled, pouting as she let go. "That was not fair!"
Instead of releasing her hand he gave it a firm squeeze, and tugged her towards him. The force of it propelled her into his body. In a tangle of legs they landed, till the gravity switched back o and they were pressed to the wall.
"Times up," he whispered, looking up at Clara straddling him. The multicolored balls fell to the floor as well and the cue. Beneath the Doctor spanned the soft yet firm surface of the 3-d pool game. They heard someone tapping on the glass, and exchanged a look that sent them both into a fit of giggles.
"Excuse me but someone else has a reservation for the court," the attendant called out. Reluctantly Clara climbed off him and he rolled to his feet. Both of them moved to the various balls to pick them up yet heard his cough.
"You don't have to. I'll clear them up," the attendant assured them. Hand in hand Clara and the Doctor exited the chamber and entered the hallway.
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