@dreamscaught asked ❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜ from 13

Their limbs are all intertwined, and Clara finds herself more comfortable than she's felt for a long time. Can she even remember the last time? They are laying there in the silence, Clara's eyelids slowly drifting closed when she hears the Doctor speak. She looks at her, and gives her a quietly baffled look. It turns into a smile as her fingers intertwine with the Time Lord's. She gently squeezes her hand. "I promise," she replies softly as she scooches closer. "From the bottom of my heart. I'll still be here. I'll always be here."

@thirtnth​ asked  ❝  it’s the last dance.  ❞

“Oh, then how can I say no?” Clara smiles, stepping closer to her wife as she drapes her arm over the Doctor’s shoulders. “Come on then, Doctor. One last dance. At least for tonight.”

@thirtnth​ asked  ❝  oh, dear me, i’m no dancer, let me find a better partner for you.  ❞

“Now as excuses go, that’s a pretty terrible one.” She catches the Doctor’s hand, and smiles as she tugs her close. “I know for a fact you can dance, and I don’t want to dance with anyone else, Doctor.” Her voice softens, lips pressing together. “I just want to dance with you.”

@thirtnth​ asked “Kiss me.”

“What?” She steps closer, close enough that their noses can rub against each other. Her hands cup the Doctor’s cheeks, a smile on her face. “Don’t I get a please?”

@thirtnth​ asked  “Run away with me.”

THE STARS HERE ARE BEAUTIFUL AND BRIGHT, the soft grass tickling her as the blades sway in the gentle breeze. It’s just them. Just there, in the mild night staring at stars. The Doctor had been telling her the stories, of all the constellations here. She loves listening to her. She loves the way her hand feels in hers, the melody of her voice, even if her friend, for a moment, has fallen quiet.

Her words surprise Clara. It’s evident in her face as she looks at the Doctor. A warm, excited smile grows on her face as she nods slightly, her eyes sparkling like the stars. No objections, no hesitations. None for the woman who so easily has her heart. “Where to?”

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