The Snog Box

Okay, so I have been shipping whouffle ever since the Snowmen, and well I finally had to write something. So for a while I tried to think of a basic idea and then I found this picture, the picture I am using as the cover. Inspiration struck, I talked to the artist who drew the image (cici-chi on deviant art, go check out her awesome stuff,) and then I wrote this. I will update it with new one-shots whenever I write one, which will be as often as I can. I'm not experienced with fluffy, romantic stories so forgive me if it's no good.

Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, it would just be 45 minutes of the Doctor and Clara making out. Since that hasn't ever really happened, I clearly don't own Doctor Who. Yet.

The Snog Box

The Doctor closed his history book on the planets of the 476th sector of the Glaneracton system. When he had been reading in the library, he had noticed his history of Klakernotogonaton had gotten a little rusty and it could never hurt to know too much about Klakernotogonaton.

He was surprised that Clara wasn't there. Usually wherever the Doctor went, Clara went with him. Clara didn't enjoy being in the TARDIS alone. She felt that it might open a trapdoor and drop her out into the time vortex when the Doctor wasn't looking. He promised her he would never let that happen.

When the Doctor went to the library he would usually give Clara a book about some of the most fascinating places he had ever encountered. He never gave a book that had Apalapuchia. He never wanted her to ask him to take her there.

Sometimes she would curl up next to the Doctor and read until she fell asleep. The Doctor did enjoy it when that happened. The silent company made what would usually just be quiet reading into special moments that he would treasure.

But when the Doctor looked to her usual arm chair, she wasn't there. Nor was she curled up at is side. He stood up and called out her name. No reply. The Doctor started to get worried and walked out of the library for the beautiful girl. He reached the control room and looked around she wasn't here either.

He looked up when he heard a small scream from outside. A scream that sounded like it came from the girl he was looking for. Without a second thought he charged out the door of the TARDIS. Sitting there on her backside was Clara Oswald with a paintbrush in her hand.

"Clara! Are you Okay?" asked the Doctor hurriedly in a panic.

"I'm fine Doctor, just fine. I fell, that's all." she said gesturing to a small stool sitting next to the doors of the TARDIS. He offered her his hand. She took it and he pulled her up.

"What were you even doing?'" He asked Clara. Clara smiled and stifled a small giggle with her hand. "What?" asked the Doctor. "What's so funny?" Clara full on burst out laughing.

The Doctor crossed his arms and pouted at Clara. Clara slowly started to tone down her laugh until it was a mere giggle. She slowly lifted her hand and pointed up above the doors to the TARDIS. Painted over the word police was the word snog, changing the words from police box to snog box.

"Clara!" He moaned, stretching out her name. This of course just sent her spiralling into a fit of giggles. "How many times do I have to tell you, it is not a snog box! She is a TT type 40, Mark 3 TARDIS, she takes offence to be calling a snog box!"

Clara turned and walked into the so-called snog box. "It is a snog box. You know it, I know it, hell even she knows it!" she said turning to face the Doctor who was trailing behind her.

"Who, knows it?" asked the Doctor with a slight look of confusion.

"You know, the TARDIS, she's a she." she explained whilst touching the controls and walking around the console. The Doctor's face lit up with a smile.

"You called her a she, not an it." the Doctor said with a pleasant smile on his face. "So are you too getting along now?" asked the Doctor leaning against the console.

"I talked to her, like you said to. I think we found some common ground." she said with a smirk.

"I needed her help for something." she said cryptically, walking around the console to meet the Doctor at his side.

"What would you need help with?" asked the Doctor, just realising how close to him Clara had come.

"Proving a point." she whispered before she placed her hands on his shoulder and her lips on his. It took the Doctor approximately seven seconds of pure shock and mad limb flailing (where had he done that before?) before he relaxed and responded. He placed his hands on her hips and responded to her lips movements.

To the Doctor it seemed like that kiss had been longer than his whole lifetime twice over and yet still it seemed to short. As Clara broke her lips off of the Doctor's she smiled up at him, not taking her hands off his shoulders and his hands still on her hips.

"See," she whispered too him. "Snog box." he smirked down at her.

"Okay, fine, it's a snog box whenever you want it to be." he conceded.

"Hang on a second," he said looking up. "I didn't land the TARDIS, we should still be in the time vortex." Clara smirked.

"I asked for it to land and let me paint on it. I guess the TARDIS is fine with me as long as it is to make you happy." she said looking at the console with a smile.

"Well then," said the Doctor, looking down at Clara again. "Wouldn't want to make the old snog box upset."

"I couldn't agree more." said Clara as she brought her lips up to meet the Doctors once again.

So the TARDIS ships whouffle. Betcha didn't see that one coming. So yeah, thanks again to cici-chi, tell me if you do any more whouffle artwork. And if anyone reading this and has any ideas or wants me to write something leave a review and I promise you I WILL write it. Until next time.