Just five of them,” Clara explained and sighed, “Sorry, my stepmother packed them up. She's a bit. . . fastidious. Sorted them all after dresses, skirts, shirts, well, you can tell by the labels.”
He chuckled, pointing at the box labelled 'undergarments'. “I supposed that should be light enough to carry yourself,” he suggested and Clara couldn't help but blush a little. She made a mental note to get back at her stepmother for that somehow. The Doctor walked towards a large box that had the word 'biographies' written on it. “We've got some free shelves in the library. You can put them all there if you don't mind the others borrowing your books to read.”
“Not at all,” she said, grabbing the box with her underwear and headed out to the car with the Doctor trailing after her.
It didn't take them long to load the truck and Clara noticed that her earlier suspicion had been correct. The Doctor was quite well built underneath that shirt, which she saw once it was drenched in sweat from the local summer heat and the exercise. His strong arms lifted the last box and placed it on the back of the truck before he exhaled sharply and ran his fingers through his damp hair. Something about the sight made her insides tingle with a strange feeling.
“See, told you I could manage,” the Doctor grinned and winked at her.
Clara bit down on her lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Never doubted you,” she replied, “I'll bring the key back and grab my suitcase. I'll be back in a few minutes.”
A quick farewell to her friend later Clara was back downstairs and closed the door of the car behind her as she sat down next to the Doctor, ready to drive. . . home. Her new home. Living the the Doctor, Amy, Rory and Martha – and a handful of chickens. Clara couldn't help but smile when the Doctor started the engine and she glanced over to him. As she inhaled his scent she thought that it had suddenly gotten a lot hotter inside the car and somehow she started to wonder if this could possibly turn out well. She wasn't even living with him yet and the Doctor's presence was already stirring the weirdest feelings inside of her that she couldn't quite place. When he smiled at her, however, and set the car into motion Clara brushed the thought aside. He was a nice man and he would be a lovely flatmate – nothing