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BICKERING attraction

BICKERING attraction

Who said that crushes or attraction have to be all goo-goo eyes and sighing? For the two of you, that couldn't be further from the truth. You barely even like each other, or so it seems. There are hardly any moments you seem to get on better than cats and dogs...hungry cats and dogs, with their tails tied together. Both of you may have the personalities of daisy-fresh rattle snakes, which makes it easy to understand why you appear to hate each others' guts. On the other hand, you could normally be pleasant, wonderful people who can't stand being together.

But underneath all that bluster, there's a spark that can't be quenched. You two are actually not just crazy: you're crazy about each other. Outsiders may see it, even if you don't. Worse, maybe you do -

Are there feelings that are about to flow over, as your romantic tensions? If you realize how you really see them, you may wish you could be like those lovey dovey couples. Or maybe you don't.

Because possibly, no matter how much they make your heart go doki-doki, you still want to punch them in their disgusting, stupid face.

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Cranky old owl eyes? Really? I don't think so. I have not got those, nor am I grumpy. [He frowned and couldn't believe she thought he looked like some kind of old owl.]

What about your eyes then? Huge, doe eyes, which expand at an unnatural state.

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Yes, yes you do. And you are.

[She shot him a glare at that.] Ohh, don't you say that to me. Don't you do that to me. [And he knew exactly why she was saying that. The last time he'd told her she had doe eyes, in his younger incarnation, they'd ended up shagging all over the Tardis and across time and space. And he had since made it clear, that in this incarnation, that there would be none of that.]

So, that's what you think, is it? That I'm a grumpy old man? Well, I'm not, Clara Oswald. [He walked away from her in a few heavy strides and began pressing buttons on his console to try and calm himself down. That usually worked to a point.]

I can say what I like to you. My TARDIS, my rules. [Yep, he can be a stubborn old coot when he wants to be, Clara.]

Then maybe you should stop acting like it, yeah? [She crossed her arms over her ample chest, which may have just brought more attention to it due to the blouse she was wearing.

She narrowed her eyes at him.] You know, that bit used to be cute when he said it. You just sound like a right bloody asshole. I miss the other you. You say you're the same man, but I don't really see it. [Hopefully that hit a nerve.]

That's a bit rich coming from you. [He noticed her arms across her chest and lifted his eyes quickly.]

Him? Oh, it's him now, is it? Well, he's gone. It's me now, so you'll have to get used to it. I'm not your boyfriend, Clara, nor was I ever before. [He frowned at her and walked around to face her.]

I'm not the one who tries to flirt with every young mans she sees and wears her skirt too high up her legs.

[Oh, if she was mad before, she was definitely furious now, and that glare turned bitter and spiteful.]

Then maybe you shouldn't have treated me like you were!

[Her jaw drops at his words.] How dare you! You fucking idiot! If you'd pay attention, you'd realize that the only man I flirted with for a long time was YOU!

[Oh, he can see how angry and mad you are, Clara. He's just as pissed off as you are.]

What? How is that even logical? You're a young woman and I'm over two thousand years old! It can never work. Ever. [He shot her a look of pure anger and went to grab both her arms.]

Don't shout at me, Clara. This- it's all just stupid emotion going around in that tiny head of yours.

[Her big eyes grew even wider at him, and she spat her next words out at him so angrily, she was practically shaking with the emotion.]

Well, that certainly didn't matter to you before, when you were shagging me all over creation! [She was breathing heavily as he grabbed her arms.]

Yes, I'm emotional, Doctor, because I was in love with you!

[He couldn't deny what he did whilst being his past self. He did, indeed, shag her over creation as his Eleventh incarnation. He was a boy then in shape and form, a young man full of vigour. Now, not so much.]

Oh, so you preferred the younger me, eh? My floppy hair and bowtie? It's still me inside, Clara. No matter what body I take on, it's still me. [Her words cut through him like a knife. She actually loved him? How could he have been so blind?]

You loved me? Honestly? What makes you say was? Does that mean you no longer love me because I changed? Is that it? [Because that hurts.]

Maybe I did, yeah. [She was trying very hard to fight tears.] If you're still you, Doctor, then why don't you act like you? Even when I met the two other yous... I could sense you in them. It was easy to believe you were the same.

[She looks down, finding it hard to look at him.] I did. I did, yeah. I'm pretty certain you don't want me to love you, Doctor. [She avoids his question, because the truth is, she really didn't stop. She might have loved Danny, but her love for the Doctor was always present.]

What do you mean? I'm still acting like me, Clara. [His brow knitted together in confusion and disbelief. Is this what she really thought of him? He did- does still love her. Oh, curse emotion.]

I-I never stopped. [He walked right up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping she wouldn't shrug it off in anger.]

I never stopped loving you, Clara. This- all of this, it's just difficult for me to express is all. [Without even thinking, he had his lips pressed against hers for a heated kiss.]

[She was definitely crying now, the tears streaming down her face.]

Yes, you did, Doctor. You... [She could see traces of her Doctor in him from time to time, but it wasn't the same. At all.

She didn't shrug his hand away, but she started shaking her head.

No, don't you say things like that. You don't... You don't mean...

[Her denial is cut off by his lips slamming down on hers. It's not unwanted, but completely unexpected, and she gasps in surprise against his mouth. She can't move, can't think, she can't do any damn thing.]

[The feeling inside of him was one of want, confusion and compassion. He did love her but it seemed actions were easier to explain than using words. He was no good at expressing his feelings with words; things just went all wrong when he used words.

Right now, he was kissing Clara. He was finding he actually liked this close contact. Hugging was overrated but this was so nice. His hands began moving on their own accord, massaging Clara's back and reaching down to touch her pert behind.]

[She honestly couldn't believe this was happening, because she never thought it would in a million years, not with this him. There's something so familiar about it, but so very foreign. Different lips, she supposed, and a different touch. It feels wrong, but at the same time, so right, and she feels like she's at war with herself.

She ends up giving in, though, sighing softly against his lips, her arms raising tentatively to go around him. It feels rather strange to be embracing him like this, too, but she tries to ignore that.

She gasps loudly into his mouth, completely surprised as his hands touch her bottom.]

[He pulled back his hand, as his brain kicked into gear once more. What was he doing?! It was like his body wanted one thing and his brain was telling him this was all wrong. He shouldn't be doing this, should he?

He broke off the kiss and felt his cheeks blush. Was his really happening? His piercing eyes burned into Clara's large, doe ones.]

Clara...

[She whimpered softly as he broke the kiss, not really wanting it to end.

The redness in his face looked a bit strange on this him, and had this been a different situation, she probably would have teased him about it.]

Doctor...

[At that point, she couldn't take it anymore, and leaned up, pulling his face back down to hers, kissing him as hard as she could muster.]

[He was a little caught off guard, as she pulled him down for another deep kiss. He wasn't hating it, in fact, he rather liked the attention she was giving him. His body was sending him all sorts of mixed signals and his arms were now wrapping around her light frame.

The kiss felt better when it was appreciated from the other side. Oh, why hadn't he tried this before?]

[Technically, he had, but it had been in a different body. There were a lot of things he'd tried with Clara, things that just about made Clara blush now, thinking about it.

And he suddenly very much felt like the same man, except they weren't currently shagging all over time and space. But maybe, if he got lucky, it would get to that point again.

Finally, she realized she needed to come up for air and broke the kiss, her hand touching his cheek. She spoke to him in a whisper.]

Doctor... You said you loved me. Did you mean it?

[What did he think and want? Right now he had no idea.]

I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Saying things and not meaning them is pointless. [He frowned and then allowed his hand to trace over her smooth cheek. Oh, how did he resist her all this time?]

The truth is, it's difficult for me to express my emotions regarding...this.

Regarding... What, Doctor? This? Us? The... Snogging, the shagging, what?

[Her big eyes were even wider as she looked up at him, so confused about all of this.]

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I need to try and find that Clara kissing Twelve from the Xmas special.

I'll see if i can find a cap for you!

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sent you one!

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