Clara stretched, cat-like, and rolled onto her side. She hadn’t expected to be tired after getting trapped in the Morpheus device, but all that rushing adrenaline seemed to have taken its toll. It was just barely light outside and she didn’t have work today. She contemplated a lazy day in bed. Did the Doctor do lazy days? Probably not.
Propping her head up on one hand, she blinked dozily at her non-sleeping companion. He was intently reading something on her Kindle. She grinned. He consistently insulted her inferior technology and yet she’d managed to get him hooked on the device. Of course, he’d hacked it to access pretty much any book published in any time since its invention, so long as the language was Earth compatible.
Her stomach gave a rumble and she put a hand over it. There’d been so much excitement on the abandoned ship, the night before, they’d plumb forgotten to eat. Some foolish part of Clara rather had been hoping for a space restaurant, so she’d gone light on supper. Then what she actually got were sleep dust monsters. Served her right for having such mundane expectations.
Still, she couldn’t complain that a date with the Doctor was ever boring. And it absolutely was a date, all not-your-boyfriends aside. After the last several adventures, they’d tumbled into bed together, natural as breathing. Once or twice, it really had been for a bit of a rest – though there was usually some snogging in between her naps. If that didn’t qualify their excursions for date status, she’d eat her designer boots.
say you love me 