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Do you know how much time we have to make up for? Gonna give your hearts a workout later.

[ She grins saucily at him, then takes a bite of a pickle and wrinkle her nose, shaking her head and managing to swallow, but she keeps shaking her head, offended. ]

No. No to these, get them out.

[ She's so mad at the pickles. ] All the silly stuff upstairs is yours, dear.

[ Clara is really getting back into being his wife, knowing she can tease and be close and it's fine because he's hers. Instead of helping, she hops up on the counter beside him, all long legs under his sweatshirt. ]

Remember that multicolored scarf you had? Silly.

[He doesn't so much respond as he does snort. They're married. They just had sex several hours ago. But it still hasn't changed his response to her teasing even though he's fully aware that she means every single word.

At her disgust he motions for the jar of pickles and promptly screws the lid back on mentally noting not to buy pickles in their future grocery shops.]

Silly and impractical. I'm surprise I didn't step on it more. Never making that mistake again.

[ Clara's always been the more vocal between them about enjoying all the pleasures she was supposed to be above as a species. She has no shame about liking what her body can do and what it can do to his in return. ]

I like your style this time around. Very casual and comfortable. More clothes I can borrow.

[ She's supposed to be helping him but instead she's looking at him like he's dinner. But she does try to behave and begins working on the brownies as promised, sliding off the counter. She moves around him and with him in the kitchen like no time has passed at all, stopping every now and then to kiss his shoulder. ]

Note to self: when shopping for future clothes make sure that my wife can wear them and likes them too.

[All of the ingredients are in the pot now for the curry completely making him miss the way she's looking at him. But then again, he can feel it. Clara had always been tactile even before either of them had remembered their origin stories and he hadn't minded after a while. He didn't mind it now. But he was also trying to make sure their cabin didn't burn down because they had neglected the food they were making.

They pass the time in comfortable silence and when the curry is simmering he casts a glance at her.]

This should be done soon. How are the brownies coming along? Remembering the recipe?

I remember. [ She smiles and hands him the spoon after pouring the batter into a square baking dish. ] Then again, you're the judge.

[ The recipe is a good, chocolatey one, and she puts the brownies in the oven. Then, she's struck by a memory that makes her features soften as she turns back to the Doctor. ]

The curry smells perfect. Do you remember it's the only thing I wanted the entire time I was pregnant with Calliope?

I remember. [He echos back, savouring the phrase that is quickly becoming a comfort to him especially after everything they've been through together. Even if this remembrance has undertones of sadness, there's a sweetness to it because it was time they had together. It was theirs. And they're able to at least share that together again.]

Everything in the house smelled like it. People had wondered if we had started a curry shop.

[ Clara can't help but laugh as she begins to clean up her dessert mess. ]

We could've opened one, honestly. That's how good I remember it being. [ She smiles at him over her shoulder. ] You've always taken good care of me.

I've always had a duty of care. What kind of husband would I be otherwise?

[He meets her gaze with a smile of his own.

The curry is done several minutes later and he ushers Clara to the table while he sets and serves everything.]

How are the first couple of bites? Just like you remember?

[ The curry is one of the first things he ever made for her and the first bite makes her want to cry in absolute happiness. But she doesn't because she takes another bite, then another before answering. ]

Better. It's perfect, Doctor. Never lost your touch, it seems. Why didn't you ever cook on the TARDIS?

[ Not that he had an obligation to even if he had known who she was, but he's much better at it than she thought before she had her memories returned. ]

[The Doctor hasn't even dug into his own curry; he's too busy watching Clara get reacquainted with her own taste buds.]

I have to say it's a relief that you didn't just spit it right back out.

[After ensuring that she's still happy with what she's got in front of her, he digs into his own curry.]

Sometimes it was easier not to. That and it's harder to cook for one.

[ She scoffs. ] You could've cooked for me, I would've sat down to a meal with you.

[ Taking a sip of wine she closes her eyes and remembers more firsts between them before smiling to herself. ] I always liked cooking with you. Well, I liked distracting you and eating the fruits of your labor.

[ Might as well be honest. There's something about him confidently moving around the kitchen - though he does most things with confidence. ]

Ah but you were always running off for dates with mysterious datees. I couldn't supply the meal but I could at least plan a much better date than they could.

[His first couple of bites of the curry though, he must say, are pretty great and the pride and delight shows in his eyes as the spice and flavours hit his palette.]

We could do more of it. Me doing the cooking and you doing the distracting that is.

[ Clara lets him enjoy those bites, having more of her own before humming in thought. ]

I'm quite open to ideas on what sort of distracting you'd consider safe for the kitchen.

[ She doesn't really quite ever stop flirting with her husband, and it's his own fault, really. She can't help it if he's always been handsome to her. ]

[He gives her a look.] For some reason I feel like our ideas of what are suitable distractions might not have that much of an overlap.

But blowing raspberries in my ear is probably a safe enough one. Singing silly songs. Telling equally silly stories or any story really.

Well, I don't want you to cut off or burn anything important. What a mood-killer that'd be.

[ She laughs and for a few minutes, there's content quiet as they eat. She's thinking though, about everything they've been through together. ]

You were so intent on figuring out what I was, why I showed up all through your timeline. It was just your wife, making sure you found me again.

[He reaches for her hand, curling his fingers against hers, committing to memory the new grooves and lines of her hands.]

You were persistent, I'll give you that. [His lips quirk.] But what did I do to get so lucky to have you even though it took me this long to remember?

[ Clara shakes her head a little. ] Neither of us remembered. I was in your timestream and I didn't remember.

[ That makes her frown. ]

If you hadn't brought me back, would you have ever known? [ Her voice sounds a little tight at that, eyes moving over his face. ]

[Whatever levity there was before feels like it quickly dissipates. It's normal for him to think about the possibilities, the what-if's, the things to come - but he always ends up stopping himself short before he goes too far down a path he can't come back from.

Clara's question is a fair one. But it's something that almost happened. The romantic thing is to tell her with certainty yes, of course he would. But they both know that with their lives the way they've been nothing is certain.]

Maybe eventually. Hopefully. Probably. [He grips her hand.] The memories of you were too much for me to live with after I lost you. I wouldn't be surprised if my body refused to think about you. About us.

[ Clara's hand is tight in his as he talks and she closes her eyes, listening to him. Then he's too far away; she can feel every single one of the four and a half billion years and she relocates herself to his lap. She's so slight that she hardly weighs anything there. ]

You're gonna have to deal with the clinginess for a while, sorry.

[ She's not sorry. ]

You're not really sorry.

[He scoffs but he's holding her tight as he says it. His hands slip beneath her sweatshirt so he can feel her skin against his hands and he inhales her scent.]

I'd rather you be clingy than not be here at all, Clara.

I almost wasn't. [ Her voice cracks a little when she says that but instead of crying she just ducks her head until she can breathe him in at the crook of his neck. ]

And to think, you wouldn't let me say 'I love you.'

[ She'd tried, but the timing, he'd said, and so it went unsaid. Her voice is muffled when she speaks. ]

Idiot. My idiot.

[The Doctor has to swallow the lump in his throat. He remembers that day vividly. Instead they'd had to settle for it going unspoken even though he was certain that she had known his true feelings at the time.

Love wasn't for him. At least it rarely was. But as he held her against him in that tiny kitchen, he started to believe that maybe it was time for him to start believing it could be.]

My Impossible Girl.

You fought for me.

[ Clara murmurs the words softly, pressing her forehead to his and cradling his face in her hands. ] Even when you didn't know I was yours.

Maybe somewhere deep down I knew. In my atoms. In my soul.

[Nuzzling his forehead against hers, he lets out a breath.]

I would have torn up the universe for you.

[He almost had and she knew it. He might have been a Time Lord, but he knew that he was hardly impervious to it.]

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You nearly did.

[ Her voice is so quiet, her fingers brushing through his hair slowly. ]

I don't remember what happened during the Time War. The last thing I remember is hearing about Romana's execution and you worrying they'd come for us. But then it's all blank.

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