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[bossily]

[She glances up at him with a smirk.]

Think it'll be just fine, Doctor.

[Fast forward about twenty minutes later, and they're laying curled up in bed. She's spooning him, her arm curled around his waist. And yes, she's smiling contently as she nuzzles in close against his back.]

We should do this more often. How often do you need sleep, exactly?

[attackbrows]

[There are only a few people within the Doctor’s inner circle who have ever had a proper cuddle with him: his companions and River Song (and maybe Jack Harkness if the time agent knew how to behave himself). It is all a very different story when inhabiting this body. Never the same skin hunger he feels back in his previous regenerations. But he finds this body to be particularly special, it only responds to the affection of his loved ones. Especially that of Clara Oswald.

Her arm is wrapped around his waist snugly enough for him to sink in. Part of him worries whether she has a faceful of curly white hair in her way. But this is more of a perfect opportunity to allow for his human companion, for once, to act like a proper human.]

About every month or seven.

[He adjusts himself on this old cot for a bed, making sure Clara has enough blanket slack all the while.]

Depends on how much we exert ourselves. Sometimes it can be because of overheating. [He shrugs.] Sometimes it can be due to a big lunch.

[bossily]

Oh, is that all?

[She teases, laughing softly. This is nice, she could definitely get used to this. But then again, she supposes if it was a frequent thing, it would become ordinary eventually.]

Remind me to feed you and drag you out into the sun more often.

[There's a pause as the mention of the sun makes her think of another adventure they had. It feels so long ago now.]

Do you remember the desert planet you took me to once? We were chained to a post and I had left the vibro cutters in my other jacket pocket.

[She's able to laugh about the memory now, though at the time it had seemed so intense.]

I thought we were gonna starve to death. But you told me the sand piranhas would get us long before that ever happened.

[Her giggles bubble forth into something warm and fond and filled with love. This is exactly what she needs to start off the mission. A night of cuddling and quiet conversation before falling asleep.]