makemeasong | Open post/meme overflow 💫

[ Clara reaches out for his hands and kisses them both, bending over them and simply sheltering them between her bodies for a few moments. When she sits back up again, she reaches out to press her hand against his cheek. ]

I'm sorry. [ She uses a Gallifryen endearment for him and kisses him softly. ] I'm sorry that happened to them, to you, to River.

[ Clara's voice is soft as she speaks, everything in her tender. ]

[Instinctively he leans into Clara’s touch, letting the warmth from her lips spread across his body like a comfort blanket. He had always held himself so upright, so rigid and proud. But he melts into her as if she’s the sun and he’d do anything to be in her presence.

He doesn’t cry but his eyes become like pools, misting at the care she’s showing him. His voice is nothing but a low rumble now.]

I blamed myself for it for a long time. I still do. I wasn’t sure how to make it up to River or to them. And they told me not to travel alone but it felt like the only way to repent for what I had done. [He takes her hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.] And then I found you again.

[ She can't help but smile softly, just a little, at the kiss to her wrist. ]

You shouldn't travel alone, not ever. Now you never will again. H[ er thumb strokes his cheek softly, voice soft. ] And you don't have anything to repent for. I don't think Amy would think that. Or River.

I know they wouldn't. [He groans lightly but it's more a chuckle than anything else.] I can hear them scolding me now.

[He looks at her hand so delicate and slim in his before looking up at her again.]

I'm lucky to have you, Clara. [He was lucky to have met any of them - but he knows that goes without saying.]

Damn right you are.

[ She smiles at him, then kisses him gently before sitting back to let him continue his work. ]

Do you want to know what I thought the first time aia ever saw you?

'God that man has really angry eyebrows?' Or if you're talking about the other face, 'God that's a really big chin'?

[It's the first thing that comes to mind and he can't help but give her a very dry look as he picks up his tools again to continue with the stone.]

[ Clara laughs loudly, she can't help it. ]

I'm talking about the first time I ever saw you on Gallifrey you gob.

[ She laughs again. ] Do you want to know or not?

[He can't help but laugh along with her even as he pulls his goggles onto his face while he works the details of the stone.]

What do you think?

I thought you were so pretentious. You always liked to argue, with everyone who seemed to look your way. I watched you for a while, trying to figure you out before I finally talked to you. Of course I thought you were cute, that helped.

[ She gives him a lopsided grin. ]

So, when I did talk to you and you couldn't form a whole sentence, I thought you were offended I would even try. Once you found your words again though, I don't think we ever stopped talking. And I thought you were perfect for me. Exactly opposite from every other stuffy old Time Lord. Willing to dream with me and you never laughed at all the things I said I wanted to do. Only asked why I hadn't done them yet.

[ Her gaze is so fond and full of love as she watches her husband, resisting the urge to reach out to him now so that he can focus on the stone. ]

[His hands are preoccupied and he knows he needs to stay focused but he can still feel all of the love radiating from her whenever he does cast a glance up from his work.]

Pretentious? [He can't help but scoff fondly, the tips of his ears pink at her compliment.] Arrogant sure. But pretentious? But since we're on the topic - do you want to know what I thought of you?

Oh, I shudder to think.

[ Clara grins at him. ] Go on then, let's have it.

I thought you were annoying, bossing everyone around at the academy. You were so slight but had this presence about you. A command of the room in a way that I didn't. It wasn't a wonder that you were supposed to marry the President. You were like a light and we were just moths dancing around you.

[The Doctor knew he had always been a troublemaker, a spark of something too mischievous for typical Time Lord material. But he was brilliant and they knew it. That's why he became a Time Lord in the first place. And it was for that reason that even though he had thought all those things about Clara at first, he knew, somewhere in his bones, that together they'd be trouble. A force. It was maybe why he kept his distance but then ended up being sucked into her orbit.]

That's all quite fair. Though, I did eventually come to find out you love being bossed around.

[ She smirks smugly but then it fades into softness. ]

If I was a light, it was the moon, and you were my star. [ How's that for sap? ]

Look who's talking. [They both knew that they were attracted to people that could dish it back - well at least after they got over their respective annoyance.]

Do you hear yourself? [He can't help but laugh at the sap. As much as he hates it, it's grown on him.] But if I'm going to be anyone's star it might as well be yours.

[All that's left to do with the ring is set it which he makes quick work of. When it's done and cooled thank to Time Lord tech, he examines it with a pleased noise.] I think your ring is done. Do you want to see it now or should it be a grand gesture?

[For a moment he thinks he should take jewelry making up as a hobby - but then he brushes the thought away. The only person he'd want to make anything for is Clara and then she wouldn't have a place to put any of it. The ring is sized to her finger and it's a fine, cool metal that sparkles with stardust whenever you moved. It orbited the embedded precious gem like a nebula that pulsed every now and then with a golden, honey as if the stone were breathing]

[ She loves escalating the sap just to see how far she can push it. Will she actually cause his brain to blow? Laughing, Clara sits up straighter when he says the ring is done. ]

I want you to put it on my finger, that's all. No other grand gestures.

[ But she does get up from her seat and move to his lap, sick of not being close. it's been over an hour. ]

[He motions for her hand after she's made herself comfortable on his lap. The ring slips onto her finger, her lovely, glorious, finger and fits like a glove.

Pressing a kiss to her hand, he looks up at her, eyes full of adoration. His wife. His Clara.]

Do you like it?

[ She's staring at the ring and can't talk, so she has to nod as she tries to swallow around the lump in her throat. She again thinks about how close it was, that a few minutes of hesitation from him and the diner wouldn't have been there, and she would have been gone. All without ever knowing her husband had been in front of her all along.

When she feels like she might be able to make some sort of sound, she finally tells him what she thinks. ]

It's perfect. It's you. [ Clara's arms wind around him and she presses her face against his neck. ] I promise, you won't ever be alone again. I swear, Doctor.

[The Doctor would have expected some kind of hug or a kiss if she liked it, but he hadn't expected her to say what she did. In fact, he's taken aback.

His hands rest inches from circling around her frame and a beat later he feels his eyes mist up again before his arms finally encircle her. Reflexively he wants to tell her that she doesn't have to promise that, that it's not a burden she needs to put on herself, but then he tells himself to shut up. The ring is his promise to her too: never to leave her alone, that he'll always keep her safe, that he loves her until the end of time. The thoughts ring out in his mind as he clings onto her, words failing him.]

[ Clara feels wrapped up in him, surrounded by him when he's in her mind like this, and without saying anything to break the gentle quiet, she dips her head to kiss him softly, her lips only brushing his first, then whispering soft words of endearment before her kiss deepens to seal those unspoken words.

There isn't a force in the universe that will take her away from him again, she refuses. ]

[He can feel her conviction in the kiss and it stirs something in him as he returns the kiss passionately. His fingers tangle in her hair and he's engulfed in her taste and her smell. The Doctor murmurs her name into the kiss and when he breaks, he still continues to press them to her lips, her cheeks, her eyeslids.]

[ This wasn't her goal, she'd planned to drag him through the TARDIS to tell her about the things he kept secret when they didn't know who they were to one another. She wants to know, she wants to know everything. But it's easy to shift in his lap so that she's straddling him.

It's also easy to send every thought to him, letting him into the deep well of love that exists only for him in her hearts. He can have every thought, ever wish, every want. All of it is his, and she takes her turn to drop kisses all along his face, then against the side of his neck. ]

[For once the Doctor surrenders himself to her love, letting it wash over him from head to toe. As he lips meet the skin of his neck there's a rumble from his throat, his hands roaming down the length of her back, hands tucking under the hem of the t-shirt to touch her bare skin.]

[ The first time felt urgent, getting used to one another again. This time, Clara takes her time to kiss and touch, not rushing and trying to soak up every moment until finally, the chair begins to be restrictive. ]

Is there a bed somewhere in this TARDIS you wouldn't mind carrying me to?

Yes. Yeah of course.

[His voice is heady with desire as he removes his goggles and hoists the both of them up from the chair. His room is normally down plenty of bends and turns, tucked closer to the heart of the TARDIS because it feels slightly like home, but the TARDIS moves it around, readjusting the hallways so that they're there soon enough.

He lies her on the bed gently, eyes ablaze.]

[ Last time he doted on her, this time, Clara dotes on him. She knows that for as long as they've been apart, he hasn't sought pleasure for the sake of it. She knows he loved, but she also knows him given what he told her already. He held a part of himself back, gave and rarely received. But she's fixing that, now.

As soon as she's on the bed she tugs him over her but immediately rolls them over and switches their positions. The only thing she does quickly is rid them of their clothing. Then, she's slow and lazy, pressing kisses first at his neck and throat. Her nose nuzzles playfully at his chest hair before a barrage of kisses rain on his skin. Her hands aren't idle, trailing up and down his sides, fingernails leaving a faint trail that disappears quickly.

She makes her way lower, trailing her fingers through coarse curls before kissing his stomach and wrapping her hand around him to slowly stroke. It's such an intimate touch, to hold onto her husband this way, to touch him again. She needs to love him, to shower him with it, to give him an ocean of it to make up for his billions of years trying to bring her back from the dead, and the thousands of years they were unknown to one another.

Stretching along his side, her free hand runs through his hair and she whispers in their native tongue to him everything he can already see in her mind before encouraging him to give in to her, to let himself feel. ]

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