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[ Clara's quiet for a moment or two in thought, then meets his gaze. ]

You're gonna call me a hopeless romantic, but you just inspired it so it's your fault. [ She flashes him a grin, then kisses the inside of his wrist, over his pulse. ] Somewhere in the universe on the day we were married, a star was born. The space dust surrounding it and stones from your birth season.

[ They don't have birthstones, but gems that correspond to the changing seasons of Gallifrey. ]

You're right I am going to call you a hopeless romantic but just remember you said it first.

[He loves the idea though calling to his somewhat possessive qualities when it comes to things and people dear to him. He pulls her hand to his mouth pressing a kiss to it in turn.]

But whatever you say, boss. We'll set out tomorrow.

[ Clara laughs softly, then pulls herself into his arms, her back to his chest. ]

If we're leaving tomorrow, what should we do for the rest of the evening? [ It's not as if they need to sleep again soon, and while knows what she wants to be doing, she figures she should let him pick. ]

I feel like if I suggest reading you're going to be disappointed for the rest of the evening.

[The Doctor knows what Clara wants to suggest; he doesn't have to be telepathically linked to her to know that. But his own reply and a slightly raised eyebrow would have been enough indication to Clara that he was fully in support of whatever ideas she had.]

[ She can't hold back a loud laugh; it fills the room and her eyes close with it. When she recovers, she kisses him softly. ]

Take a walk with me, Doctor. I want to find some of the other flowers that only bloom close to sunrise and see if we still have a family of swans living on the lake.

[ Clara knows, logically, that they have time for having one another, even if she feels like the other shoe still might drop, that someone will arrive any second to take him away from her. She hasn't shared that with him yet - she will - but for now she wants to keep laughing, and she wants to feel his hand in hers as they walk. ]

[His entire expression softens as he extends a hand to her. Her laugh is everything to him and he can't help but quietly think that it's his favourite sound that he'd never tire of hearing.

They spend the rest of the evening as she requests, looking for the family of swans first (they're not the same swans, but they're the great-great-great-grandchildren of the ones that they had met the last time they had been here), before returning to the house to grab blankets and torches so that they can go and search for these elusive flowers. They find them in the twilight and hold hands tightly watching in wonder as they bloom, releasing a shower of firefly-esque creatures into the night.

They head home and fall asleep curled around each other with that god awful blanket he hates over them and the next morning have a tidy breakfast, clean up, lock up and make their way back to the TARDIS. He gazes towards he before closing the door behind them.]

Ready to go?

[ She reminisces with him as they walk, talking quietly and sharing stories with him. She tells him about adventures she had without him off in her own TARDIS, but when she does she has to hold onto his hand a little bit tighter.

Sleeping curled in his arms is better than anything else, and she wakes happy, content to kiss him for a while. ]

[ When they leave she reaches for his hand. ] I'm ready. Next adventure please.

To the stars on our wedding night? [He punches in the coordinates, pulling levers and twisting knobs - before long they've found the star that had been born on the day of their wedding.

The TARDIS door opens and they're surrounded by sparkling star dust.]

Right. Now, how do we want to do this?

[ It's beautiful and for a few seconds all that Clara can do is look, smiling in the glow of the light. ]

I thought that was your department, the figuring out of things? [ She's teasing and glances over at him. ]

Space walk? It's been a while.

Just putting your new Time Lord brain to work.

[He knows how he'd do it, but he wants to give her some autonomy with how they go about collecting the parts for her new wedding ring. Speaking of new Time Lord bits, she'd be able to spend some time in that little vacuum of space without needing a suit.

The Doctor steps out first, never letting go of her hand even as his body lifts, suddenly weightless in space. It's not a new sensation for him but he can't help but grin. It's the first time he's doing this again with his wife. His Clara.]

[ It's thrilling every time, and she's having a difficult time remembering the last time they did. Certainly long before any hints of a war on the horizon. She can hardly remember when they were so carefree, but maybe they can have some semblance of that again, one day.

No sound carries in space, so it's quiet but they don't need words, anyway. With her hand in his, her hair floats out around her and then she turns to the beautiful, sparkling dust, reaching out to drag her fingertips through it. There's a shimmer of light, and Clara grins again, her laugher ringing in his head. She lets him twirl her a bit - an impromptu dance in the stars - befor she collects some of the dust, handing a small jar to him.

Back in the TARDIS, she tries to reinspect the specimen she's handed him. ]

Is it enough?

[The scenery around them is stunning but it's hard for him to pay attention when he sees Clara's joy shine through. She looked at home amongst the stars and it didn't surprise him at all that she tasted like stardust. She was a Time Lord but to him she was so much more than that.

His main job was to keep them both from flying off too far, but he'd be lying if he said that he let them float just on the edge of where they should be. They were both the type to chase the thrill and he knew Clara saw the way his eyes light up with a childlike joy.

He closes the door to the TARDIS behind him, taking the jar from her.]

I think so. How big of a ring do you want?

I don't think my taste has changed that much. I don't need anything obnoxious. Just made by you.

[ Her hearts are still slamming with the adrenaline and she tugs him close for a kiss, chasing his lips. ]

Are we really here together? [ It's a question she asks after kissing him, asked quietly in the scant space between their lips. ] I'm not gonna wake up alone in my TARDIS, chasing a dream?

[The Doctor is halfway to running the jar back to his workbench to start working but he's pulled backward by his wife. He can't help but grin into her lips. As soon as they part though he can't help but furrow his brow.]

We're really here, Clara.

[His thumb just ghosting her cheek.] I promise we're both here and this is real.

It's just...even before I knew you were mine, I used to try and conjure you up in my mind and sometimes I managed to make it feel real, even for a few seconds.

[ Clara pushes her cheek into his touch, a ghost of a touch not good enough. ]

What am I gonna do if I lose you again?

[ She doesn't think she'd survive it; she can only be so strong. ]

[His hand fully cups her cheek, his hand making its way down towards her chin so he can hold it gently to keep their gazes on one another. Blue eyes look deeply into her brown ones. The Doctor knows that he can't promise her what she wants and hopes, but she also knows him. She knows that he's never spoken in absolutes of forever because even they, for all their long lives and iterations of themselves, were not immortal.]

You'll find a way to live on because you're brave, Clara. You always have been.

[But he knows that he'd tear down time for her again. His grief and anger would be inconsolable.]

You make me brave.

[ Her voice cracks just a little, and there's that overwhelming need to bury herself in his arms again. So she does, taking a deep breath, filling herself up with him before getting a grip on her emotions, stepping back and looking up at him. ]

Go make me a ring. I'm going to shower.

[ She stands up on her tiptoes to kiss him again, lingering. ]

[He hugs her back fiercely, pressing a kiss to the top of her head feeling like he isn't worthy of that type of accolade even after all this time. Foolishness and impulsivity have always been a defining characteristic for him, perhaps even more so with this face, and he knows how influencing that behaviour can be. It's why he and Clara clicked so well; they fed off that energy in the way an adrenaline junkie did. He knew it could be dangerous. It had been dangerous.

But he vowed even after all this time that he wouldn't let it get that far again. He'd be better. He'd be more careful so that they could spend as much time together as possible.

A laugh rumbles in his throat before stepping away slightly.]

I can't make you a ring if you keep kissing me.

Alright, alright.

[ She laughs softly and kisses his hand one more time for good measure before forcing herself away.

The first shower after regenerating always feels good, and she lingers, using the soap she finds that smells like him. Wrapping a towel around herself, she helps herself to the room he uses when he sleeps. She's never been inside before and she pads to his wardrobe, rifling through it. Finding another one of his items of clothing, she slips it on - just a heather grey t-shirt this time - and a pair of his boxers.

Barefoot, she makes her way to where she knows he does most of his work. ]

How's it going in here? Throw anything yet?

[His gaze lingers on her form as she disappears into the TARDIS but he immediately turns on his heel towards his workbench. He has a ring to make.

It isn't difficult but it isn't easy either; it's been a while since he's made something as dainty as jewelry and he's used to making things that are more function than fashion despite his appearances. The Doctor knows that Clara said it doesn't have to be flashy but he still wants it to look good.

By the time Clara makes it back to him he's intently pulling together the dust into a contained casing. He wants fluidity to it, for the stardust to shine and dance like it does in space, but it still needs to be encased in something.]

Hard to throw stardust when it's already prone to floating away. [He casts a brief glance towards her.] How was the shower?

Best one I've ever taken. And your clothes continue to be comfortable.

[ She smiles softly at him and sits herself down beside his work table so she can be close to him. ]

I assumed it was okay to go in your room now without asking.

[He makes room for her beside him and he flips his goggles back onto his eyes as he continues his work.

He pours the stardust, mixing it into the casing where the molten metal already sits. It's only once it settles and begins to move, fluid just like he wanted it to, does he speak teasingly.]

Would you be my wife if you didn't? Find any skeletons in the closet?

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Clara's been watching intently, then smiles just a little, looking up at him.

[ Nothing that concerns me. Some questionable taste in there, though. She's teasing right back, but her voice gentles. ]

You kept yourself so alone, what would there have been to hide that I don't already know?

Questionable taste? Like what? [His head snaps back to her before looking back at his workbench.] Actually don't answer that. There are plenty of questionable things in there from past lives.

[He pulls out a small collection of precious stones, laid out on navy blue velvet. The Doctor picks one out - a stormy blue, almost black that seems to pulse every so often with a honeyed glow from deep within it. Deciding he likes it best he starts to work with it, shaping it into a bit of an octagon shape to keep it sturdy.]

Just checking. I know how curious you are.

I think the real skeletons are going to be in random rooms.

[ There's levity in her voice, but an undercurrent of seriousness as well. He's lived a very long life without her, and she expects it. ]

You never wanted to talk about any of your companions before. I sort of suspect there will be things you can already think of that you'd rather I not see.

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