I see you.When his expression turns

I see you.

When his expression turns suddenly sad again, Clara’s heart breaks a little. She wants to make this right, to fix it, but doesn’t know how. All she knows is that she has a compelling need to comfort him.

Tenderly, she reaches up with her right hand to trace his left eyebrow with her fingertips. He tenses a bit, but then relaxes under her gentle touch. She feels his eyelashes brush her palm when he closes his eyes, trusting her. This gift of trust emboldens her, and she continues her study of his face.

She trails her fingers over the creases at the corner of his eye, across his cheekbone and down the ridge of his aquiline nose, then strokes the line at the side of his mouth. When her fingertips brush the edge of his slightly parted lips, his breath hitches, just a little. She caresses his chin, feeling the slight prickle of grey stubble, and finally places her hand on his cheek, lightly resting it there.

He opens his eyes again, and gazes at her, his expression inscrutable. He leans into her touch then turns his face to place a tender kiss into her palm. Clara feels her own breath catch in her throat. He hasn’t kissed her hand since…

Beautiful fragile human skin. Like parchment.

Then the Doctor does something truly unexpected. He clasps her hand in his own, and turns her palm towards his chest, where he presses it between his hearts. She is moved by the gesture, and feels a steady warmth spread through her upper body.

He watches her, and there is more to his expression now: so much more. There is understanding … and a hint of fear? And love. She feels guilty; she doesn’t deserve it, any of it. Especially not the love.

Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?

The power of his gaze nearly overwhelms her, and she looks away again. The Doctor lifts his hands to her face and gently cups her cheeks, turning her face back towards his. He gives her a small reassuring smile.

“Clara. I’m still here. Let me show you.”

His skin is soft and cool to the touch as he caresses her earlobes with the tips of his fingers. He glances down at her lips, and when he looks into her eyes again, his pupils are dilated and dark, his eyelids hooded, a new expression on his face: Desire.

She forgets to breathe.

I thought I hated you.

He brushes his thumb lightly over her lips.

I could never hate you.

He leans closer, and she can feel his warm breath on her mouth. She inhales, a gasp escaping her lips, as her eyelids flutter shut.

She wonders what he tastes like.

And then, she knows.

He tastes of black coffee, seven sugars, and starlight.

You kissed me.

You blushed.

She blushes.

Suddenly, the kiss is more than a kiss. The Doctor’s mind connects with hers, first as a tingle, then a crackle of golden energy, then the rush of the time winds flowing through her where skin touches skin.

She sees what he sees: beauty darkness life death rebirth, endless possibility, eternity. She feels what he feels: grief fear anger joy wonder forgiveness regret resolve…and love – so much love.

結果 (中文) 3:

我懂你当他的表情突然转向悲伤时，克拉拉的心破碎了一点点。她想做这项权利，去解决它，但不知道如何。她所知道的是，她有一个令人信服的需要安慰他。温柔地，她用手轻轻地伸出左手，用指尖轻轻地把左眉。他绷紧一点，然后放松，她温柔的抚摸下。当他闭上眼睛，相信她，他的眼睛就把自己的眼睛刷在手心上。这个礼物信任鼓励她，和她继续她的脸研究。她垂下她的手指在他的眼角的皱纹，在他的脸颊和他的鹰钩鼻的山脊，然后招在嘴边的线。当她的指尖刷他微微张开的嘴唇边，他的呼吸一滞，只是一点点。她抚着下巴，感觉灰白的胡须，轻微的刺痛，最后的地方，她的手放在他的脸颊，轻轻放在。他再次睁开眼睛，凝视着她，他的表情高深莫测。他靠在她的手上，然后转过脸，把一个温柔的吻放在她的手心。克拉拉感觉她自己的呼吸在她的喉咙里。自从他没有吻她的手…美丽脆弱的人类皮肤。像羊皮纸。然后医生做一些真正的意外。他握住她的手在他自己的，并把她的手掌朝他的胸部，在那里他将在自己的心。她被这一手势打动了，感到一种温暖的温暖通过她的上半身展开。他注视着她，现在他的表情也越来越多了。有理解……有一丝恐惧吗？和爱。她感到内疚，她不值得，任何一。特别不是爱。你认为我对你的关心太少，背叛我会有区别吗？他凝视的力量几乎压倒了她，她看起来又走了。医生抬起双手，轻轻地把她的脸颊，把她的脸转向他。他给了她一个小安慰的微笑。克拉拉。我还在这里。让我给你展示。”他的皮肤是柔软、凉爽的触摸他抚摸她的耳垂和指尖。他低头看着她的嘴唇，当他看着她的眼睛，他的瞳孔扩张和黑暗，他的眼皮连帽，脸上一种新的表达欲望。她忘记了呼吸。我以为我恨你。他轻轻地用拇指轻轻地在她的嘴唇上。我永远不会恨你。他靠近了，她能感觉到他温暖的呼吸在她的嘴。她喘息吸入，逃离她的嘴唇，她的眼皮微微闭上。她想知道他喜欢什么。然后，她知道。他品尝了黑咖啡、七糖和星光。你吻我。你脸红了。她脸红。突然间，吻的不仅仅是一个吻。医生的思维与自己相连，先是刺痛，然后裂纹的金色能量，然后匆忙的时候风流过她在皮肤接触皮肤。她看到了他所看到的：美、黑暗、生命、死亡、重生、无尽的可能性、永恒。她感受到了他所感受到的：悲伤、恐惧、愤怒、喜悦、奇迹、宽恕、悔恨、决心、后悔、决心和爱--那么多的爱。