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"So, what's this planet called?" Clara asked, fumbling with the buttons on the console.

The Doctor slapped her hands away playfully. "I've already told you four times! Do you even listen to me?" He shook his head, but there was a smirk glued on his face.

"I do listen - sometimes. It's just a person can only take so much nonsense and rambling before they end up drifting..." She replied in a song song voice. Secretly, that was a lie. Clara had listened to every word he said, but she couldn't help asking him again and again. She loved listening to him ramble on about planets - he was so enthusiastic about it. He was so cute when he rambled. Not that she would ever admit that...

The Doctor sighed. "One more time. We're paying a visit to Pekrêt, the 28th planet in the constellation of Mahlek. It's a beautiful planet - vast fields of lush, purple grass, the smell is just divine." Clara giggled quietly when he closed his eyes blissfully, recalling the scent. "The trees are absolutely huge...and they talk."

Clara raised her eyebrows. "Talking trees? I'll believe that when I see it."

"It's true. The trees speak their own language, a bit like the Ents in Lord of the Rings."

"So the trees speak Entish or something? Are we off to drink tea with Treebeard?"

"Funny." The Doctor replied sarcastically. "Whilst we're at it, we'll eat second breakfast with the Hobbits."

His companion leaned backwards against the railings on her elbows, "Lets not take it too far, ey?" She winked at him and sauntered off to the corridors in search of her room. "I'll be getting changed if you need me."

The Doctor sighed to himself, head in his hands. That woman. That impossible, beautiful woman. Everything about her blew his mind. Sure, he'd swooned over many companions before - but Clara, she was unlike any other. She was perfect. No one would ever replace the mark that Rose left on him, not even River. It seemed that his new brunette was making her own imprint on him.

"These human girls will be the death of me." He groaned into his large hands obscuring his face.

Short minutes later, Clara emerged from the direction she had disappeared to in completely different clothes. Her hair was tied into a messy bun at the top of her head, a few loose strands falling from it slightly to rest at her temples. She wore a black tee shirt and a grey cardigan, with jeans and slip on black pumps. The Doctor was able to point out little silver earrings in her ears, but her makeup was minimal. She looked amazing.

"So..." She smiled, looking down at her clothes. "What d'ya think? Is it too messy? Too ugly? Too bland?"

He shook his head. "You look brilliant. Absolutely fantastic." His heart ached when he said those two words. All he thought of was Rose whenever that phrase was used.

She smiled a little. "You don't think the hairs too much? It just always gets in the way of my face, especially when the wind blows... It looks bad, doesn't it?"

"Nah," he laughed. "Messy buns are cool, like bow ties." Clara laughed, too, at his remark.

His companion walked over so she was stood by his side, the both of them leaning their backs against the console. "So, are we gonna meet Legolas today or not? I'm ready to go!"

The Doctor's heavy boots clacked against the floor as he approached the doors with Clara, flinging them open almost instantly and presenting the landscape before her with a funny hand gesture. It was amazing. A huge field of deep purple grass lay before them, surrounded by dark, tall trees with black leaves and silver trunks. The sky was a warm orangey red, like a sunset. "Behold! Pekrêt! The -"

"- 28th planet in the constellation of Mahlek." Clara finished for him, stepping out onto the purple grass and inhaling deeply. "Bloody hell, you weren't joking about the smell - it's gorgeous!" A sweet, fresh yet familiar scent was warmly welcomed by her nostrils. "What is it?"

"The smell that appeals to us most. A bit like Amortentia in Harry Potter. Basically, whatever smell we love most is what the planet smells of. For some, it could be freshly cut grass, or sawn wood, or mint toothpaste." He explained.

Clara inhaled again before sighing blissfully. "First Lord of the Rings, now Harry Potter? You like your fantasy stories, don't you? This place is so beautiful." She smiled contently. "I could live here forever!" She spun in little circles, the grass tickling her bare ankles. "And this grass is so soft." She fell to her knees and her hands dived into the grass, she ran her fingers back and forth through it.

"Clara, as enjoyable as it is to watch you act like a loony and molest the grass, I really think we ought to go talk to a few trees, don't you?"

"One second," she glided her hands through it one last time and stood up, brushing her knees. "There. So, tea with Treebeard? I'm in."

Time passed. Throughout the day they wandered around the strange yet beautiful planet. They talked to the trees and Clara even managed to hold a full 20 minute conversation with one called Görga. She only stopped when the Doctor practically dragged her away.

"Doctor!" She whined like a spoilt child. "I was trying to have a bloody conversation!"

The Doctor shook his head. "We have to leave, Clara, I have to leave." He looked panicked, and therefore Clara panicked.

"What's wrong? Why are you sweating?" She placed one hand on his forehead, feeling his temperature whilst her other lay on his shoulder. "Take your jacket off, you silly git-"

"You can't touch me, Clara..." He sighed breathily, eyes closed. "Take your hands off me."

His tone sounded serious. It was enough for Clara. Her arms slowly fell to her side, but she worried still. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Open the TARDIS doors."

"But-"

"Open them, Clara!"

Her eyes widened at his sudden outburst. "Yes, sir." She turned her back to him, readying her key that she wore around her neck when she stopped dead in her tracks. A warm pair of arms slid around her waist, hands resting at her stomach as his nose pressed into her hair. She let out an inaudible, silent gasp, closing her eyes.

"Clara Oswald," the Doctor whispered sexily in her ear, pressing a kiss to the skin below it. "Oh, what have you done to me..." Every blow of hot breath to her ear sent tingles surging through her body. Her senses were heightened, electrified. Her back was pressed into his chest, his head bent to whisper in her ear. His lips pressed against the exposed skin of the back of her neck softly, causing her to moan ever so quietly.

"I know you want this, Clara..." He trailed. "I know you want me. From the beginning. I've wanted you, too. Everything about you. My impossible girl."

Clara turned to face him, the hand around her waist now around the small of her back. She gazed up into his eyes, but they didn't look the same. They weren't sad, or lonely, or loving. They were full of lust and passion.

"This isn't you, is it? You've been influenced by something..."

"On the contrary, Clara," he replied in a low, husky voice. "This is the most I've felt like myself. Remember how I told you about the smell of this planet being like Amortentia? It's a gas. Almost like the way Helium alters your voice, this alters your emotions. The strongest emotion. For humans, it's easy to hide or conceal, the feelings are just amplified by a fraction. Whereas Timelords, being the superiors they are, have more capacity for emotion than other species. So whatever feeling you feel right now more than anything is your strongest emotion. For me, it should've been sadness. Because that's the burden of being the Last Timelord, isn't it? The sadness and pain of killing your whole race, your friends, your wife, your children, your family, and with all my friends that I lost during my travels. So it's only natural that I'm supposed to be sad..." He pulled her closer to him, resting his cheek on her hair as he hugged her before pulling away and gazing into her eyes again. "But I'm not sad, anymore. When I'm with you, my sadness is overcome. The grief never leaves, it never fades, but it's reduced into almost nothingness. Because my strongest emotion, Clara, is my love for you."

The words ricocheted around her head like a bullet. Like a spark had been ignited in her heart. It had all made sense now. The smell that appealed to her so much was the smell of the Doctor. That fresh, sweet scent of him. Her strongest feeling was the feelings for him.

"You love me?"

"No, I don't love you..." The words crashed her happiness, but was soon restored, if not enhanced by the following words. "I am IN love with you."

That was all she needed. Reassurance to mend her broken soul. Reassurance to let her pursue her feelings. Her hands cupped his cheeks and she kissed him at lightning speed. The Doctor kissed her back with just as much force, tongue slipping inside to explore every inch of her mouth. Their lips meshed together so wonderfully, like two jigsaw pieces.

He was the one to take it further. He removed one hand from the small of her back and brought it to her stomach, trailing it lower and lower until it rested near the parting of her legs.

"Doctor..." She gasped against his lips as they continued to kiss furiously.

"Do you want this, Clara?" He needed to know. He needed her consent.

She didn't need to think of her answer. It fell off her lips like poetry, like a song.

"Yes."

(I had to make the Harry Potter and Lord Of The Rings references. As a loyal, completely obsessed FANGIRL I HAD TO.
Should they get it on in the next chapter? A part 2 of this one shot? I'll let you decide, my lovely readers <3 Also, I have a new set of stories called 'Imagine Your OTP'. If you could please read them it would mean the world to me <3)