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[makemeasong]

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[makemeasong]

[ If he was hoping to hear her cry out his name, he gets his wish as her back arches and her fingernails leave half-moon marks on his shoulders. Clara's eyes are closed, dots of light floating behind her eyelids.

It takes time for her to finally relax, shuddering every now and then as her pleasure ebbs. When her eyes open, her pupils are blown wide and she reaches for him. ]

Come home. [ It's a whisper that has tears behind it. She tugs at him, drawing a leg up over his hip. ] I missed you.

[twelfthsong]

[Until she cried his name he didn't realize how much he had missed hearing it. But it wasn't just hearing it, it was because it was from Clara's lips.

When he comes up for a breath his eyes are cloudy from desire. Before he fulfills his request he goes to kiss her briefly letting the taste of her mingle with his own before guiding himself into her. Clara's name leaves his lips muffled as he pressed his lips into her collarbones, her neck - any piece of exposed skin he can reach.]

[makemeasong]

[ She's holding him as close to her body as she can; she can't seem to stop crying, her tears falling against the Doctor's shoulder. They aren't necessarily sad, just overwhelmed in a good way, a way that's so large it overflows.

She whispers quiet words to him in their native tongue, kissing him just below his ear, letting her teeth scrape along his shoulder. There isn't anything else in the universe that has ever compared to being loved by him. One of her hands glides down his arm and Clara takes his hand, tangling their fingers together as she gasps and encourages him to keep moving, to lose himself in her as she crests and peaks again. ]

[twelfthsong]

[Their bodies move together like no time has passed at all. Her words drip with honey and he whispers his own sentiments back in return between gasps and breathes as he relishes all the sensations that are Clara - the feel of her teeth on his collarbone, the smell of stardust mingling with their sweat, and the feel of her pressing against him warm and sweet from all sides. It's hard not to get lost in it all.

The heat between them grows, and he feels the pressure inside him begin to peak. Soon after a wave of pleasure crashes against him and the Doctor gasps her name, pressing breathless kisses to her lips.]

[makemeasong]

[ The feel of him losing himself in her is everything, her lips parted against his as she tries to kiss him, breathing his air, forcing it into her lungs that feel overworked for the first time in centuries.

When they're both still, Clara cradles him in her arms, keeping him close. She kisses the dip between his neck and shoulder before carefully shifting onto her side, draping one leg over his hip and tucking her small body into his arms. It's the way she's craved to be held, and the knowledge that she's been craving her husband this entire time only makes sense.

With her head tucked under his chin, she listens to his hearts beat quietly, dragging the tips of her fingers up and down his side. It's a quiet moment, pressing kisses to his skin every now and then. ]

I missed you so much. [ Her voice shakes a little with emotion but she lets out a bark of laugh. ] No wonder we bicker like an old married couple.

[twelfthsong]

[The afterglow settles on his body leaving him content, sopmething that he hadn't felt in a while. He rests his chin on her head, pressing butterfly kisses into her hair. A tired chuckle leaves his lips.]

That does explain a lot, doesn't it? [He presses a prolonged kiss to her hair.] I missed you too.

[makemeasong]

[ Shifting, she takes her time kissing him for a few while, drinking him in because she can because she's his wife, and then settles against him again. ]

Do you remember that night we stole that bottle of expensive wine from my parents? We laid out in a field together and shared it, and I think that was the first time I ever kissed you.

[ Because let's face it, she would definitely have to make the first move. ]

[twelfthsong]

That was the worst bottle of wine I had ever tasted but thank god you did. [He draws lazy circles in the dip of her hip and waist.] I wouldn't have had the liquid courage to kiss you back.

[makemeasong]

It was awful wine. [ She agrees with another laugh and buries one hair in his hair. ]

But you did kiss me. And then you never stopped kissing me. You say you aren't romantic, but I have my memories back now. You can't fool me anymore sir.

[twelfthsong]

[He snorts rolling his eyes bringing her hand to his lips again.] I'm not. As I said, I was seduced by your bewitching ways and it seems like I'm still under that spell.

[makemeasong]

Four and a half billion years is pretty romantic.

[ Her lips press to his chest and she closes her eyes to feel one of his hearts beat. ]

[twelfthsong]

[He grumbles something unintelligible but lets his eyes flutter close, a content smile on his lips as he holds her close.

He ends up dozing off at some point. When he does wake up bleary eyed, he glances down to see if she's still there before checking for the time out the window.]

We should get dressed and get going soon if we want to locate some of that herb.

[makemeasong]

[ Clara hasn't slept, she's been too busy tracing the lines of his face with the faintest of touches, wanting to soak up all the time with him she can, just in case.

When he wakes and says they should go, she presses a hard kiss to his lips first, cupping his face in her hands. ]

Let's go get my heartbeat back.

[ It doesn't take long to find the herb, more beautiful in real life than in the book. When they take it back to the cabin and he begins preparing, she paces a little and realizes if she doesn't talk about this now they may not at all. ]

Do you remember the night we decided to have our son?

[ Her question comes out quieter than she intended, and she isn't even sure he heard her. ]

[twelfthsong]

[Finding the herb is easier than he would have thought considering how difficult the description made it seem. But, he reasons, the difficulty isn't so much in the finding as it is the preparation. He's so concentrated on the preparation of the herb but completely stills when she asks him that question mid-chop.

He lets the question hang in the air a beat longer before continuing on with his steady motions and bringing it over to the stove to boil. Something tugs at his hearts. Tonight seemed like a night for reminiscing it seemed.]

Course I do. We thought we were ready despite your parents nagging us. [He casts a quick glance to her.] Did you just remember?

[makemeasong]

No. No, I just wanted to remember with you.

[ She doesn't say the thought aloud, but he'll hear it just the same. In case she dies for good, in case she doesn't wake up, she wants to remember their children with him. ]

[twelfthsong]

[His brow furrows as he quietly watches the water come to a boil. Out of old habits, his mouth worries his thumb.]

I haven't thought about them in a long time.

[It's said quietly, almost regretfully.] It was too closely tied to you. I couldn't stomach the thought.

[makemeasong]

[ Stepping behind him, Clara loops her arms lightly against his waist and presses her cheek to his back. ]

The night he was born, you were more nervous than I was. [ She smiles softly and squeezes him but not enough to interfere with what he's doing. ] Honestly, I thought you might wear yourself out before I ever did.

[twelfthsong]

[Feeling her arms around him ground him to the moment and he smiles slightly although she can't see it.]

I could have regenerated right then and there. It felt like I might at least.

But you [He reaches to give her hand a squeeze.], you were as brave as always.

[makemeasong]

Do you know the secret to all that strength?

[ Her lips press firmly to his back, as high as she can reach. ] In case you hadn't guessed already, it's you. I can be brave because of you.

[twelfthsong]

Then it looks like it goes both ways.

[The actuality of it all is that he doesn't really think he's that brave at least not on his own. He wants to say more about their son but the water comes to a boil and he drops the herbs into it and the moment he feels like has passed.]

You wanted this with tea, yes? From the notes it sounds like it's pretty bitter. Tea will at least cut the taste and further dilute it.

[He pauses.] We used to make tea for them when they had an upset stomach. Do you remember?

[makemeasong]

[ Clara moves so that she can stand beside him and looks up at his face. ]

I think that's the best way. With honey, please.

[ She's getting nervous, her stomach twisting a little, but she smiles at the memory. ]

Mint. And you used to blow on it for them until the mug was cool enough for them to wrap their little hands around. [ She swallows, feeling the prick of tears. ]

We had exactly the life we wanted.

[twelfthsong]

[He nods, reaching for a mug in the cupboard - her mug, he remembers now - before looking down at her with a soft sad smile.]

We did. And we'll have more time to make another one.

[His fingers brush against her cheeks before going to cup them.]

Mint? I'll have some with you.

[makemeasong]

Just don't accidentally dose yourself.

[ She's trying to joke and gives him a lopsided smile before turning to kiss his palm. Clara assumes this regeneration will be the same as any other: painful, disorienting and exhausting. ]

I think I'm gonna change into something comfortable. Bed might be the best place for this. I'll be back there.

[ She kisses him again, then turns her head to kiss his palm before disappearing into their room. Going through a closet, she finds one of his old hoodies and pulls off the hanger and over her head. It still smells like him, and it's huge on her, looking more like a dress that's too big for her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she closes her eyes and tries to focus on their plan working, listening to the Doctor putter around in the kitchen. ]

[twelfthsong]

I'm not a pudding-brained idiot.

[He quips back, smiling as she kisses his palm watching her until she leaves the kitchen to head back upstairs. When he's left with his own thoughts again the smile fades and the frown reappears as he stews over the boiling herbs.

When it's finally done he makes his way back up to the bedroom holding the cups on a tray - one for her and one for him. His gentle smile returns seeing her there in his sweatshirt. He's got a slight frame, but the height difference still means it looks large on her.]

I was wondering where that one had gone to. Thought I just left it in one of the hundreds of rooms in the TARDIS.

[makemeasong]

[ Clara smiles at him, though it's a nervous one before looking down at the sweatshirt. ]

This was my favorite one to wear when I was pregnant.

[ Swinging her legs around on the bed, Clara tucks them underneath her body. ]

How long do you think it'll take before I start to regenerate?