Groggily pushing you away, Clara buries her face in her pillow in the hopes of going back to sleep. "Hmmmm... Nnnh-too early."

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"If you could go anywhere at any point in history, what would you choose?"

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"Alright, we can do that. But only because it is a special occasion."

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"Thought you might like to have someone joins us."

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Making a call with your toes and managing to place the phone near your face? Somone should hire Clara at a circus or give her some honorary gymnastics award.

Now comes the truly embarrassing part of this night. The call.

"I'm cuffed to a bed. Can you come get me out of here, please?!"

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"Keep your hands to yourself," she warns through a barely concealed laugh. "I need to finish here first."

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As careful as she can manage to be, Clara crawls over her partner and out of bed, tip toeing in the dark to go and find her phone. She's sure the Doctor called right at the middle of her hook up.

Now, in the quiet of the night and feeling completely sated, she can hear her phone going off again.

Of course he won't stop until she picks up.

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"I've thought about it and... I'm willing to give it a try tonight."
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"No, don't worry. I'm sure it, well... I'm sure it happens to everyone."

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"Sorry! I had a lot of work today, they wouldn't let me go."

Once again, she is late to one of your dates. Excuses about extra hours at work as they usual way to go, in Clara's opinion the best cover up for secret adventures time travelling.

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