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[twelfthsong]

[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.

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[ 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. ]

[twelfthsong]

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.

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[ 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. ]

[twelfthsong]

[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.

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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.

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[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?

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[ 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. ]

[twelfthsong]

[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.

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[ 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. ]

[twelfthsong]

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.

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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.

[twelfthsong]

[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.

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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.

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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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[It’s hard for him not feel a twinge of regret when Ramona’s name leaves Clara’s lips. He hasn’t heard Ramona’s name in a long time and he’s surprised that Clara remembers her at all.]

Do you want to remember though? Maybe it’s a kinder existence not to know.

[The Time Wars were horrific and in his mind, just a sea of fire and loss. There was so much anger he still held when he did think about it that he had to force himself not to dwell on it too long.]

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No. No, I was just...trying to remember the last time I saw you and knew who you were to me. It doesn't matter.

[ Clara presses her forehead to his temple, breathing him in. ]

We have a future to plan for now. We have mostly full sets of regenerations. We can keep doing what we have been.

[twelfthsong]

[A part of him feels relieved when she says that she isn’t trying to unlock those memories. This entire process so far has been harrowing; the last thing he wants is for her to have to relive the Time War too. The tension he had been holding in his shoulders up until now dissipates.]

You’re right. We do. And we won’t take any of it for granted.

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[ Clara hums and kisses his cheek softly before pulling back to look at him. ]

Now that we have some very important foods out of the way, I need to know something equally as vital. Do you like to dance?

[ The face right before this one, they danced quite a bit, but he was more tactile with her then and he hasn't asked her to dance since. ] Because if not, we'll have to come up with something else that involves music and my body pressed against yours.

[ She loves being able to flirt with him again, a skill she misssed sorely. ]

[twelfthsong]

[He lets out a bit of a harumph, immediately understanding where she’s coming from. He can’t help but have his cheeks flushed a slight pink at the implication as well.]

I can dance. It just hasn’t been a priority for me since.

[It was also just another reminder of his past self and how starkly different they had been. Was it possible to be jealous of someone that was technically you?]

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Time to rearrange your priorities. [ She calls him a term of endearment in Gallifreyan before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and getting up from his lap. Moving into the living room, she moves to an old record player that has amazing sound, and pulls out an Ella Fitzgerald album. ]

Do you remember listening to her in that smoky lounge with Marilyn?

[ Clara expects the Doctor to be right behind her, but it isn't as though much space separates them anyway. Soon, the smooth sound of Ella's voice moves through the cabin and Clara turns back to the dining room and grabs her glass of wine, taking a sip and holding out her free hand for him. ]

[twelfthsong]

[His grumbling really is all for show as he follows after her dutifully into the living room. The dishes can always wait for later. Although this current state of him had a taste for punk-rock and electric guitars, there was something about Ella’s voice that held a special place in his heart.]

How could I forget? The pair of you fawned over each other; it was like I wasn’t even there. [He says it jokingly despite it being the truth taking her outstretched hand and bringing her close to him. His other hand finds rest in the small of her back.]

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As if you didn't get plenty of attention from Marilyn Monroe.

[ Clara rolls her eyes, but the real reason for slow dancing with him is made apparent quickly. She melts against him, one arm looped around him where she's able to perfectly hear his heartbeats. ]

I missed this. I missed the way it feels to be in your arms like this, and the way we've always fit together somehow. Even now that I'm unfairly short.

[twelfthsong]

We’ll just have to agree to disagree there then.

[And it wasn’t like he was particularly jealous of that moment; it would have been an honour for anyone to have Marilyn take interest in them.]

You were always short. [He says with a laugh as he holds her close to him and sway with her in time. It’s less dancing and more swaying, but he hopes she doesn’t mind. Lively dancing didn’t seem to fit Ella’s voice like this did.] We fit then and we fit now. [His fingers draw tiny circles on the small of her back.] And we’ll always fit no matter what our regenerations bring.