I saw Christmas decorations today

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the mistletoe meme
Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... T'is the season-- almost. And it looks like you got stuck right under that mistletoe with someone else. And you both can't move until you kiss one another (Of course, not specifying where that kiss needs to happen).

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the Doctor | Doctor Who | OTA

[notthehuggingkind]

[This could be entertaining.]

[inthesnogbox]

The Doctor always seemed to be there at Christmas, but this time, the danger had been taken care of. She was surprised he had agreed to stay for a little Christmas get-together, and yet there he was, standing right beneath something that looked suspiciously like mistletoe. It was a dangerous thing she did, know how much he hated hugging, but she was going to try nonetheless. Because things were good, she was still traveling with him while keeping her real life and boyfriend on the side, so she sidled up to him.

"So, enjoying the party?" she asked first, because it was better to catch him off-guard.

[notthehuggingkind]

They weren't running for once, no, but the Doctor couldn't think for the life of him why he was sticking around for this party. Maybe it was the fact he was actually in a good mood and him, the TARDIS, and even Clara were all on one piece and neither had snapped at each other at the end of their last adventure.

"The decorations are crooked, I ate two burnt ginger snaps, but it's snowing." Even in this regeneration he had a fondness for snow, and with a shrug, "It could be worse." She was happy and he offered her a brief smile.

[inthesnogbox]

Clara smirked a little and nodded. "Yeah, they should really do something about those decorations," she said in a voice that meant she wasn't being serious, but teasing him. The little smile on his face was encouraging, and no, he hadn't really snapped at her this go around. And he was under mistletoe. So, she made up her mind right there and than. Before the Doctor could stop her or dart away, she leaned up, up on her tiptoes - he really was just too tall - and then... she kissed his cheek. It was just a peck, really, but a kiss all the same.

"Happy Christmas, Doctor."

[notthehuggingkind]

The Doctor should've seen it coming, the way she was studying his face so closely and then the not-so-subtle movement of her leaning up on her toes to reach his height and placed a kiss. Immediately, he makes a face, "You too."

A childish part of him wanted to use the back of his hand to wipe his face, but he glances upwards and realizes it was his own foully for standing under some mistletoe. "A ridiculous tradition," He muttered under his breath and crossed his arms, then the idea struck him and he pulled a Christmas cracker out of his pocket.

"Here." He had stolen it from a child earlier, but she didn't need to know that.

[inthesnogbox]

The Doctor really should've known better. But he took the kiss like a little child takes medicine, face and all, and he was still relatively polite about it. Clara would put that down as her win. Not that she was keeping score, of course, but she'd get him used to hugging no matter how many hugs it took.

And her smile grew when he pulled out the Christmas cracker. "This one is our ridiculous tradition," she decided, remembering the last time they had done this. "Maybe we'll get a joke this time." Holding one end up for him to take while she took the other, she pulled.

[notthehuggingkind]

Pulling the opposite side, the cracker 'popped' and opened up. "Go on then." He tried to keep up an air of indifference, but he was slightly curious to know what's inside. A small piece of paper fell out with the crown and the Doctor bent down.

"Ah, this must be your joke!" She most likely wanted to read it, but he didn't give her a chance, "'Why does a horse have 6 legs? ....Because it has 4 in front and 2 behind.' That doesn't even make sense!"

incoming voice test and kiss on the cheek for distraction >.>

[kittygotclaws]

Christmas was one of the best times to pickpocket without getting caught. Everyone was so busy with their packages or getting around other people, or even better yet shopping that they never noticed. Which is exactly what Cat was thinking when she saw the older man in the weird coat - who was standing under some mistletoe. That was a smart move. He could get all the attention an old man would want on the holidays.

Cat timidly walked up to him. It was a play of course. She was way too confident for her own good, but also a very good actress. Which is why she pulled out her saddest and quietest voice.

"Hey, mister." Cat frowned. "Do you have some extra quarters? I need some for the bus ride home..."

[notthehuggingkind]

"No! Now back off!" The Doctor had barely stepped out of his TARDIS when this girl came up to him and started annoying him. Really, he had better things to do, as he pulled out his pocket watch and observed the time and looking down the street.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" He clearly was not amused.

[kittygotclaws]

Cat's hands went straight up at his outburst. Someone was kind of grump. Maybe he needed to go back to the old folks home he came out of if he was going to be so rude. She almost debated not bothering to take anything off of him. There were other easy marks.

"Yeah, but, I can't get there. That's why I asked for some spare change."

[notthehuggingkind]

"It can't be that far. You got legs use them." He waves his hand in her general direction of her legs. Her jacket was in fine condition and there any part of her soles missing on her boots. She'd do just fine.

He's completely forgetting she's a young girl and the city reeked of crime here. It was only ironic that he happened to be parked next to a Christmas shop.

[kittygotclaws]

Cat huffed. "You can't walk an entire city length and hope to get anywhere at any good time." She sighed. He was starting not to be worth the mark.

Still, she figured there was one god way to make off with something of his. It was his own fault for standing right under the easiest trick in the holiday book. All she was doing was taking advantage of his bad decision making.

She rocked to the tips of her toes and planed a quick kiss on his cheek. Like a granddaughter would a grandfather.

"Merry Christmas."

[notthehuggingkind]

The Doctor stands there with quite the frown. "Where are your parents?" He finally asks, realizing she probably wasn't that horrible of a person. Just a teenager with moss-hair and a flat face. But he wouldn't say that outloud, mind you. (Well, before he forgets that's rude.)

"The bus station isn't far."

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[notrosesshadow]

Martha had never seen him at Christmas. So when the TARDIS showed up in the middle of Christmas dinner, and her mother started throwing a fit, Martha rolled her eyes. "I'll deal with it Mum."

She walked into the lounge and laughed. There was mistletoe right above him. "Lovely timing Doctor! We're sitting down to dinner."

[notthehuggingkind]

"Good. I haven't missed too much have I?" It was difficult to tell if he was being sincere with that question or sarcastic. Really, it could go either way.

In the next room he could hear Martha's mother fretting about something and the Doctor rolled his eyes, "Maybe I should go." He didn't want to listen to her mother get onto him about something or other.

[notrosesshadow]

"Don't worry about Mum. She'll relax soon enough," Martha said before closing the distance between then and stealing a kiss from him.

[notthehuggingkind]

The Doctor's entire body freezes up during that kiss. It was entirely unexpected until it's over and he realizes it was his own folly for standing under the damned plant that expected such things.

"A ridiculous tradition." He muttered as he pulled out a Christmas cracker in hopes of distracting Martha and not having that happen again.

[notrosesshadow]

She rolls her eyes and takes an end of the cracker, pulling with him and picking up the paper hat. "Don't be such a Scrooge. Come say hi to everyone."

[notthehuggingkind]

The Doctor bends down to find the tiny deck of cards that also happened to be in the cracker and shrugs before pocketing it.

"I'll say hi, but that's it." He didn't do family holidays, but perhaps the food could entice him to stay.

Hello you!

[oswinforthewin]

Last Christmas had been an emotional rollercoaster. Which was something that Clara wanted to avoid. Which was why Christmas dinner would be at her father's and she hadn't invited Danny. She was however spending Christmas Eve with with him. It was a fair bet given the Doctor was always doing something on Christmas. So she had gotten herself all dressed up and ready to go. She even had a present in her bag for Mr. Pink.

The door to her flat was shut and locked. There was a smile on her face and maybe even a holiday tune on her lips.

[notthehuggingkind]

His timing was all off, and the Doctor parked the TARDIS outside the building she lived in, next to an overzealous Christmas shop. In a previous regeneration of his, he loved shops. LOVED shop. Now they were too cheerful and horribly... plastic.

He's sneering at something in the window when a certain person made an appearance from her building. "Oh! Clara!"

[oswinforthewin]

It seemed like he was completely upside down from his previous regeneration. Sometimes it still left her head spinning, but Clara could quickly adapt. He definitely kept her on her toes now. Hopefully she just returned the favor.

Though she was not expecting to see him that day.

Clara stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes. She let out a low sigh before turning her head to look over at him. "Just in time for Christmas. I didn't even invite you this time."

[notthehuggingkind]

"Was I suppose to wait for an invitation.... Did you call?" He was so horrible at checking his messages. He didn't even bother to hide that fact.

Realizing he was coming off as far too curious for his own good, he closes the distance between them. "You washed up... it's nice... when you do that, wash up."

[oswinforthewin]

That earned him a smile. Now she felt horrible for not inviting him by. Last Christmas had just been too much to handle at once. That and she wanted a holiday with Danny. She figured he'd have no interest in the silly traditions of pudding brains now. Why invite him for Christmas dinner when he'd whisk off for Cybermen, or Daleks, or something other than spending a boring human day with her?

"No. I didn't call." Clara sighed and looked down. "I thought you'd be busy and that... you wouldn't be interested in this. Not anymore."

Her eyebrow quirked up. "Thanks," she glanced down at him. "You look as dashing and bold as ever."

Normally whenever he commented about her appearance it was how funny it was or wrong. Her face was too wide or her eyeliner filled her eyes out too much. Oh, or her eyes were inflated. Her hips also looked like a man's. Really, she did keep an on going tally of this all.

"What is it? What have you done this time?"

[notthehuggingkind]

He looks offended by everything she's saying, but mostly that he wouldn't have an interest. "Do I have the face that someone has been up to something? Do I only visit you when I've done something? No, don't answer that. It's a celebration, yeah? I've always gone to Christmas dinners." His speech is fast, irritated, and now he's tempted to tell her he takes his compliment back.