"Doctor..." She closed the TARDIS doors behind her and walked over to the console slowly.
She stepped a little closer to him. "So... do you have a girlfriend?" Clara realised how stupid and tactless she'd just been. This was not going as she'd planned. She started to blush, but he didn't notice.
"No..." he said. The Doctor was thinking about Rose, but she was with the metacrisis Doctor, so that didn't count.
"Oh. Well..." She recovered her confidence quickly and there was nothing to stop her now.
"What is it?" he asked impatiently.
Clara shrugged and threw her arms round him, kissing him like her life depended on it. To her surprise, he responded rather enthusiastically.
She was going to make his life hell later, she thought smugly.
When they broke off the kiss, he ran a hand through his hair and stared at her, his face the picture of comical shock. Clara smirked. But his shock only lasted for a minute or two. He smiled at her and murmured "Yup, still got it!"
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