Yeah, I think I’ve read about that.” She interrupted quickly. If he wanted to believe that what had happened in there was all due to a lack of oxygen, who was she to disillusion him? She might be his Impossible Girl, but this situation was just getting a little too impossible, even for her. The levels of denial she had to keep piling up, just to make this work, were getting unmanageable. She took another deep breath. It was time to simplify.
She had feelings for the Doctor; strong, terrifying feelings. Some of which were still making themselves known by way of her soaked knickers.
But what she had with Danny was real and solid and he didn’t run away from the prospect of being intimate with her.
Today had been a test, if nothing else. If the Doctor needed to rationalize the experience badly enough to provide that utter crap explanation… perhaps it really was never meant to be.
Clara closed her eyes, coming to a decision. She would focus it all on Danny, now. She would be his and only his, from here on.
When they had both stretched out their aching limbs a bit and sorted their rumpled clothing, she finally dared to approach The Doctor. “Don't worry about it, ok? Tomorrow’s a new day. I‘m sure it won't come up again.”
The Doctor quirked at eyebrow at her word choice and she blushed for probably the millionth time.
“I just can't say anything right today, can I?” She huffed. Desperately needing to change the subject, she indicated the squat chapel door. “Well, at any rate, we can’t stand around here all day, there are baddies out there about to make off with a precious artifact that we stole fair and square.” She smiled tentatively up at him.