He'll ask her sometimes: why don't

He'll ask her sometimes: why don't you get a hobby, or a boyfriend. Clara almost laughs at him because she remembers all the times she would go out and then the Doctor would appear. He'd vworp-vworp into her yard, or the street, and she'd grab her things, maybe put money on the table if he was outside a restaurant, and leave. She'd toss her hair over her shoulder as she ran, saying thanks very much but I've really got to go.

So it's not like she hasn't tried.

She's got human habits he doesn't understand. Once, when they were in London, she ran into a shop to buy lotion. She rubbed it over her hands in even, rhythmic motions: up past her wrist to her fingertips and back again. He asks her why and she says that the smell reminds her of home. He doesn't know what "home" is - he's never really had one. He's had nothing but this box and the drifting universe for years longer than she's even been alive. Distant memories of Gallifrey will flicker over him sometimes, memories that make it hard for him to move forward. He'll be programming the TARDIS, or fighting aliens with Clara, and then they'll hit him: bright, bright orange light and waves of dust, rocks, chaos. Like he's living in two places at once.

It's Clara's human presence that grounds him. She's so tiny and fragile and a bit strange: she's got endless pairs of stockings, and wears those ridiculous shoes. Oxfords, she called them. They've got a bit of a heel. He always wonders if she can run in them, and she always surprises him.

He gives her a room on the TARDIS. When she asks him why, he shrugs. "Just because I don't necessarily sleep much doesn't mean that you don't need to." Clara finds herself sleeping there more than at home. It's easier, she tells herself. Easier than another night spent coiled, waiting, bags ready just in case. When she is home, she's tense. She snaps at her students and fumbles through dates. Her mind is always halfway through the universe, wondering what adventures she's missing.

It's not just the adventures, though. The Doctor is a presence that intrigues her. She daydreams about what's going on in his head. He's quiet, serious, withdrawn: like one of her favorite novels that's just begging to be opened and explored.

The daydreams go darker, more interesting, at night. Clara finds herself wondering what it would be like with him. It's not that human boys don't have interest for her; of course they do. Clara just tells herself that they're complicated, they're different, they're far away. Really, it's that she's getting a bit tired of all the running. The pretending. It's like she's living in two places at once.

One night, she imagines that the Doctor kisses her. It's silly and stupid but she feels her whole body buzzing. When his head moves lower, she wakes, gasping.

For days after that, she can't even look at him. He doesn't seem to notice a difference; he just teases her and insults her hair as usual.

The awkwardness thaws out, though, and she loosens up enough once he teaches her to program the TARDIS. She learns that it's as much of a mental connection as it is the physical process of beeps and levers. "It's about trust," he explains, and that's when she realizes that it's the same kind of relationship she has with him. It's a closeness she hasn't felt with anyone in a long time. It makes Clara feel a distant ache for what could have been. What that looks like, she can't even define herself.

She stands there, at the console, feeling a little sad and out of it. In the haze, she must've pressed something wrong because the Doctor is now behind her going "tsk, tsk," and then he leans past her shoulder and, hand over hers, slots the tab into place. "Like this," he says, patient for once.

Clara turns around and faces him. "Teach me," she says, like it's some kind of dare.

Really, though, they end up teaching each other. She guides his hand up between her legs and over her underwear where she's already so wet that she's half-embarrassed.

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他有时会问她: 你为什么不买一个业余爱好或一个男朋友。克莱拉几乎嘲笑他因为她记得所有的时代，她就出去了，然后医生会出现。他到她家院子里或大街上，vworp vworp，她就会拿她的东西，也许把钱放到桌子上，如果他的饭店外，然后离开。她跑了，说: 非常感谢，但真得去，她会把她的头发扔越过她的肩膀。所以它是不喜欢她还没试过。她有人类的习惯，他听不懂。一次，他们在伦敦时，她会跑进一家商店买洗剂。她搓一下她的手在均匀、 有节奏的动作: 起来过去她到她的指尖来回的手腕。他问她为什么要和她说气味，让她想起家。他不知道"家"是什么 — — 他从来没有真正有一个。他有什么，但此框和漂流宇宙年长于她甚至一直活着。遥远的记忆，带的有时会闪烁在他身上，回忆，让他到硬向前迈进。他会编程 TARDIS，或与克拉拉，与外星人战斗，然后他们要揍他: 光鲜、 亮丽的橙色光和波浪的尘埃、 岩石、 混乱。像他一次住在两个地方。它是克拉拉的人类存在的理由，他。她的渺小和脆弱和有点奇怪: 她得到了无数双长袜，和穿那些滑稽可笑的鞋。牛津，她这样称呼它们。他们有点儿脚跟。他总是想知道是否她可以运行在他们，并且她总是使他感到吃惊。他给了她一个房间的 tardis。当她问他为什么时，他耸了耸肩。"只是因为我不是一定睡眠多并不意味着你不需要到"。克拉拉发现自己那里更多在家里睡觉。它是容易的她告诉自己。比另一个的夜晚更容易的盘绕，等待，袋准备以防万一。当她是回家了，她是紧张。她拍着她的学生和摸索通过日期。她的心灵就总是中途宇宙，不知道什么冒险，她失踪。它不是只是探险者，虽然。医生是激起她的存在。她幻想能在他的脑海里想的什么。他是安静、 严肃，撤回: 喜欢只乞讨打开和探索她最喜爱的小说之一。白日梦去暗，更有趣的，在晚上。克拉拉发现自己想知道它会什么样子跟他。它不是人类的男生没有兴趣为她;他们当然会。克莱拉只是告诉自己，它们复杂，它们的不同，他们很远的地方。真的，它是，她有点累了的所有运行。假装。就像她生活在两个地方一次。一天晚上，她想象医生吻了她。它是愚蠢，但她觉得她的整个身体，嗡嗡作响。当他的头更低，移动她醒来，喘着粗气。那之后的天，她甚至不能看他。他似乎并不注意的差异;他只是逗她，像往常一样侮辱她的头发。尴尬解冻，不过，和她松开够多了，一旦他教她进行编程 TARDIS。她明白，就是尽可能多的精神连接原样的蜂鸣声和杠杆的物理过程。"它是关于信任，"他解释道，和那是当她意识到这是同样的她与他之间的关系。这是她从未与任何人在很长时间的亲密关系。它使得克拉拉觉得遥远渴望能有哪些。那是什么样子，她甚至不能定义自己。她站在那里，在控制台中，感觉有点悲哀进出。在阴霾，她必须按下错事因为医生是现在背后她去"tsk，啧啧，"然后他靠过去她的肩膀和手超过她，插槽选项卡入到位。"像这样，"他说，这一次的病人。克拉拉转过身来面对他。"教我，"她说，像是某种不敢。真的，不过，他们最终教学彼此。她引导他的手了她两腿之间和在她的内衣在哪里她已经又湿，她是半尴尬。