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Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours

Clara had been travelling with him for a while now, and she didn’t know why, but kissing him just felt…right. They were on an adventure that went…better than usual ones. They had just had to run from some really rather scary and dangerous looking creatures that lived in the forest that the TARDIS had so handily landed them in.

They managed to get to safety, and the place was beautiful. It was serene, which was probably what the forest would have been like if it weren’t for the beings that had threatened their lives. After having sat down beside him, a rush of spontaneity hit her. The small brunette’s lips pressed against his for a few moments, before she withdrew again. Without a word, she glanced at him with a gentle, almost sheepish smile curving her lips before she looked back at the lake nearby.

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She hadn’t known why she’d done it. She just…did, and it didn’t take long for it to sink in what she had in fact kiss him. She felt like slapping herself, hiding under a rock and curling up into a ball so that she could refuse to come out.

She shifted a little bit away from him and bit her lip, a wave of guilt coming down upon her like that of a hurricane. That was bloody stupid, idiotic. The crushing thoughts continued to come down on her while she stared at the lake, staying in a nervous and rather awkward silence.

Refusing to glance at him once he called her name, her eyes locked onto the lake. What was she meant to say? To pretend it never happened would be stupid. It’d just be silly, because it clearly just did. So what then?

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She hummed slightly in response, giving him acknowledgement that she heard him, but not a lot else.

She didn’t give him a response, and the Doctor didn’t know what to say. He was trying to ignore the good sensation and the warmth that spread through his body from her lips. The Doctor didn’t know what was that supposed to mean, nor if this was a normal sensation. Last time he’d kissed someone… well, it was a long time. Well, not a long time, but the feeling that took over him appeared just once before, with a certain blonde.

He put his hands together at his back and glared at the lake also. Leaning back and forth on his tiptoes, he cleared his throat before speaking again.

 

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“What's… with the kiss?”

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