Hey, sorry I haven't updated for a while, had a wee bit of writer's block :P I know it's not Christmas, but I just thought this'd be cute :) I have to say, I kinda ship it... I mean come on, the sass between these two would be unbelievable!

Hope you guys like this, please leave a review if you have the time so I know what you think :) And if you have any suggestions or requests that you really want me to do, feel free to tell me and I'd be happy to write something for you! :)

"Doctor!"

Clara bounded down the winding corridors excitedly, rushing to find the elusive Time Lord. She poked her head into each door she passed, given that it was open, and eventually discovered the colourful, curly haired Gallifreyan sitting comfotably in an armchair, reading a book. He showed almost no sign of noticing her presence, which was something he did often, although Clara knew he cared. He just wasn't that great at showing it.

She paused in the doorway, leaning agaisnt the frame slightly as she watched him, almost reluctant to break the comfortable silence in the room. She watched as he flicked through the thin pages of the book rapidly with a look of unimpressed disinterest on his face. His eyes darted across the page inhumanly fast, the deep blue eyes that Clara could stare into forever and never get bored.

"Like what you see?"

Clara jumped, snapping out of her thoughts and blushing as the Doctor's lips curved up slightly at the edges causing Clara's heart to flutter. His eyes never left his book, though Clara could tell he wasn't reading anymore.

"So what if I do?" She grinned cheekily, regaining her composure. Remembering why she had seeked his company so hastily in the first place, she skipped over to him, throwing herself on top of him and earning a startled grunt form the Time Lord.

"Clara!"

"Doctor!"

"What's wrong with you now?" The Doctor grumbled though his tone remained light and he shifted slightly so that Clara could position herself more comfortably on his lap. Clara sighed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her loosely, tossing his unfinished book to the side.

"Doctor," Clara began again, unable to keep the excitment from entering her voice. "Do you know what day it is?"

"I keep no record or concept of time in the Tardis," The Doctor replied heftily, seemingly not understanding what Clara was so excited about. "It's a time machine, my dear, you cannot even distinguish the difference between a Wednesday and a Friday!"

"My phone says different," Clara smirked, pulling it out and waving it in front of his face. She tapped the glass lightly where the date was displayed in the top right hand corner of the glowing screen. She kept her phone with her on the Tardis for exactly this reason: To keep track of the dates so she wouldn't miss out on anything.

"Earth time, which is my time," Clara continued slowly, her smile widening gradually. "It's Christmas Eve!"

"Is that it?" The Doctor replied, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Oi!" Clara frowned at his nonchalant response. "That means it's Christmas tomorrow! Come on, you could at least look a bit enthusiastic! Tis the season to be jolly and all that?"

"Meaningless Earth tradition," The Doctor rolled his eyes, pushing Clara off him gently. "I never was a fan of that particular celebration."

"What?!" Clara gaped after him as he strode across the room to the door and left. She frowned and hurried after him. She would make the Doctor like Christmas if it was the last thing she did. Christmas was her favourite time of year, she was even planning on making a special soufflé for the occasion. And she was adamant to get it right. This was going to be her first Christmas with this Doctor, the Doctor she was, though she had tried to deny it, in love with, and she wanted it to be perfect.

"What do you mean you were never a fan of Christmas?" Clara yelled, following him into the control room where he immediately began fiddling with the console. "Everyone loves Christmas!"

The Doctor turned to face her, giving her a shrewd look. "Are you forgetting that I am not human, Clara?"

Clara sighed. She had to admit, sometimes she did sort of forget that he was an alien. He may be a bit eccentric, but he just seemed so human some of the time. However, she was fully aware of how powerful he could be and how in a way, he was nothing like humans. She had assumed, however, that he would appreciate Christmas anyway.

"Come on, we could even decorate the Tardis!" She gasped in delight, running up to the console and dancing around it. She made elaborate gestures with her hands to symbolise how she wanted everything. "Imagine, tinsel there, baubles there- Doctor! We could get a tree!"

"So you're saying," The Doctor paused, fixing her with a confused look slowly as if trying to find the right words. "That you wish to decorate my spaceship for a meager human celebration?"

"Well, yeah."

"Alright, now I know you're mad. I just wanted to make sure."

"But, Doc!"

"Please refrain from calling me Doc," The Doctor huffed, returning his gaze to the console again.

"Alright, Rainbow Man," Clara smiled with a roll of her eyes. "But come on, please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"Absolutely not."

Clara sighed. She could see she was fighting a losing battle. "It would mean a lot to me, Doc. I mean, Doctor."

The Doctor met her eyes briefly and huffed. His gaze softened as their eyes locked and for a second, Clara was sure that he would give in. She was wrong.

"No, I have more important things to be doing."

Clara scowled and stalked from the room, arms folded in annoyance. She made her way to the library and attempted to concentrate on her favourite book, Pride and Prejudice, but she couldn't absorb the words. She kept thinking of the Doctor, think how much she cared about him and how maybe he didn't care about her at all. Sometimes she just wished she could tell him how she felt, just shout it at him, but she was scared. Scared of rejection, scared he'd through her off the Tardis or something. She sighed, irritated at herself. She prided herself on being brave, why did the thought of admiting her feelings for the Doctor fill her with fear?

She jumped when the ship gave a small jolt and became still, which could only mean that they had landed. She frowned, unaware that the Doctor had plans for today but she knew that he was also utterly unpredictable.

She sat in her chair for a few minutes, refusing to believe that she was sulking but unable to deny it in the end. Eventually, curiousity got the better of her and she went to see what the Doctor was up to.

"Doctor?" She called out hesitantly upon finding the control room empty. "That's weird," She murmured, running a hand across the console softly. The console she yearned to see draped with tinsel and fairy lights.

She jumped as the Tardis doors opened and a rather disheveled looking Doctor stumbled through, carrying multiple plastic bags and looking flustered at the sight of Clara.

"Whatcha got there?" Clara asked curiously, her bad mood forgotten in the company of her favourite Time Lord. She raised an eyebrow. The Doctor never went shopping. She had asked him to come with her to buy new shoes once before and he had laughed and said he'd rather attempt to ingest one of her failed soufflés.

"Nothing," The Doctor yelped sharply, attempting to hide the bags behind his back as she drew closer. He looked unbelievably suspicious as he fidgeted from foot to foot. "Just running some errands. Nothing to worry about."

"Is that so?" Clara crossed her arms and rasied an eyebrow with a smirk. "Why can't I see what's in the bags then?"

"Because... Because it's none of your business, that's why," The Doctor replied haughtily, stuffing the bags under the console out of Clara's reach. Clara stifled a laugh as the Doctor attempted to nonchalantly stretch across the console, hiding the bags with his tall frame.

"Clara," He began casually. "I lost my coat in the, er, library, do you think you could find it for me?"

"Doctor, you're wearing your coat," Clara stated slowly, baffled as she eyed up his colourful attire.

"Ah, yes, so I am," The Doctor looked down at himself with a smile. "I meant my other coat. No, my umbrella! My umbrella, that's it, that's what I lost! Go and fetch it for me, Clara, would you?"

"Alright," Clara smiled slowly, giving the Doctor one last suspicious glance before leaving the room. As she left she could have sworn she heard the Tardis doors opening followed by a grunt, a thump and a string a profanities. She giggled to herself, aching to know what the Doctor was up to but also wanting to play along. She hadn't bothered to ask how his umbrella was lost if he knew it was in the library, simply went to retrieve his beloved object, taking her time as she did so.

It wasn't that hard to locate the umbrella, considering that it was all the colours of the rainbow and more. She made a mental note to get the Doctor a packet of skittles as a Christmas present, along with the multicoloured tie she had already bought him. She hoped he would appreciate it, even if he did claim to hate the holiday.

Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and had to find out what the Doctor was up to. She made her way back to the control room, quickening her pace as she heard a small crash coming from ahead. She ran into the room and stopped at the sight before her, her mouth dropping open in surprise.

The usually bland white console had been draped with tinsel, baubles and different assorted Christmas decorations littered the floor. A tree lay on it's side, the bristles squashed against the floor on one side. In the midst of it all was the Doctor, swearing in Gallifreyan and tangled in a string of twinkling fairy lights, momentarily oblivious to her presence.

A huge grin spread across Clara's face and she tossed the umbrella to the side, giving a squeal and running over to embrace the Doctor.

"Oh!" The Doctor exclaimed as she threw her arms around him, sending them both toppling to the floor as the Doctor's balance was uprooted by the dozens of minature lights wrapped around him.

"Oops," Clara blushed, realising that she was on top of the Doctor, though she couldn't find it in her to move.

"Merry Christmas," The Doctor groaned, glancing at the lights that were now entangling them both. "I wanted to surprise you. I thought I could use some help with the tree though, and I know how much you love to decorate it. Star on the top and everything."

"I knew I could get round you, ya big softy!" Clara grinned, quite comfortable staying where she was. The Doctor didn't seem to mind, and neither did Clara.

"Love is putting the object of your affections' needs before your own," The Doctor replied with a soft smile, his eyes turning gentle. Clara's breath caught in her throat, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest. Had she heard him right? Did he mean he loved her?

Her brain seemed to slow down as she looked into his eyes and all she could think of was him. Before she even realised what she was doing, she pressed her lips to his, one hand resting on his jaw, the other on his chest. The Doctor let out a small oomph of surprise. Clara suddenly came to her senses and pulled away, her face burning. What had she just done? He porbably didn't feel the same way and she had made a fool of herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I-"

"Clara, you silly girl," The Doctor chuckled at her flustered reaction. He wriggled one hand free off the string of lights and cupped her face with his palm, stroking it softly before pulling her closer so their lips could meet again. A spark shot through Clara and her stomach exploded with butterflies. They deepened the kiss, Clara wrapped her arms around him as best she could in that perfect moment. She knew, she finally knew how the Doctor cared, that he loved her just as much as she loved him. The moment was perfect, more perfect than the perfect soufflé.

They broke apart, Clara feeling lightheaded. She breathed deeply, aware that she was still lying on top of the Doctor and deciding she didn't want to do anything about it. She was content to stay there all night.

"Guess this is a snogbox after all," She grinned teasingly, running a hand through the Doctor's soft blond curls.

"I told you it's not- All right, fine," The Doctor sighed as he relented and Clara pressed her lips to his again, feeling that this was going to be the perfect Christmas.

Ayyy so what did you think? Yay or nay? :D Hope you liked it anyway, thanks so much for reading and thank you so so much for the reviews I've got so far :)