[ It's so easy to fall into the act of finally being the way they want to be with one another. It feels like they always have done, though Clara has no idea how true that is.

Easily, even despite the fact they're much closer in height now, Clara folds herself against the Doctor, tucking her arms between them and resting her head against the other woman's chest. If anything, her breast makes for a much more pleasant experience. ]

There. Now I'm home. Although, it's good to be on the TARDIS again. I missed her, too. [ Clara's quiet, listening to the double heart beat beneath her ear for a few seconds. ]

Now what do we do? I'm technically still—

[ She cuts herself off; no need to say the last word aloud. They know. ]