Because I just really, really miss Whouffaldi and this hiatus is driving me insane. Enjoy!

One. Ozzie Loves the Scottie

"I've got to teach," Clara Oswald whispered as the Doctor sat down in one of the desks in front of her. His fingers were laced together, his eyebrow lifted casually. "So?" he asked. "Let the kids run around. They'd be thrilled to know that their teacher is busy with something else – it's a free cut-class ticket. Who wouldn't want that?" Clara pursed her lips and standing up, placed her hands on her hips. "As appealing as that would sound for the students, there's still me." She said. "Honestly, Doctor, how do you think that'd look – me, skipping out when I'm supposed to be teaching –"

"You never had a problem with running off before," the Doctor argued. Clara rolled her eyes. "And I promise I will," she replied. "But right now, just give me a few lessons to get done – I still have some form of responsibility, even if I don't like it." She glanced up at the clock above her desk and sucking in a breath, added, "And just my luck, class will start in five minutes. You better go – it'd be weird if all of my students saw the old caretaker wandering around the school again."

The Doctor waved his hand carelessly. "Ah, yes, must only keep that part secret – it'd be awful for everyone to know that the caretaker was secretly the English teacher's –"

"Five minutes, Doctor," Clara interrupted, gesturing out the door.

The Doctor puffed out an exasperated sigh and the desk scraping from underneath him, he stood up and headed for Clara. The brunette tilted away only by a little way when he leaned forward, the Doctor's hands rested firmly at the tip of her desk. "I can make the most of five minutes," he said in a low voice.

Clara ignored the slight shiver down her spine at those words. Blinking once, twice, she shook her head and forced a laugh. "I'm sure you can, Doctor – but right now is not the time to show off your capabilities as a great Time Lord. That's for later." She let the tips of her fingers dance over the Doctor's shoulder, pretending to brush something off. "Right now, it seems you'll have to wait."

"Waiting doesn't do anyone anything good," the Doctor replied, a subtle note of whining in his voice. The corner of Clara's lips twitched into a smile. She leaned forward, and almost teasingly, whispered in his ear, "Looks like you'll just have to learn." She started to move away from him – but before she could, the Doctor grabbed her wrists and bent down to plant a kiss on the lips.

Clara was almost instantly swept away into the gesture. She closed her eyes and resting her forehead against the Doctor's, she breathed in the kiss – for a moment, Clara longed to have a longer break in between classes. It'd be so easy, so simple, so good to just break away from life right now and go travel with the Doctor and…

No, focus, Clara chided to herself. Act like an adult for just a few hours. A few hours, and then the minute you get into your flat, you can go run. Leave the grading, leave the other expectations, and you can allow yourself a few days or so of something a bit more exciting.

Clara was aware of the Doctor's hand slipping under her chin now – and she responded with a tilt of her head, savoring the feeling the gentle caress of his fingers against her skin. His other hand had let go of Clara's wrist, making her hand free to explore and play with the Doctor's collar, with his hair, with his everything.

Until Clara heard the dreadful sound of students tittering from outside the classroom door. Gasping a little, Clara pulled herself away from the Doctor and whirled around. Courtney was one of the students, standing triumphantly at the front and shaking her head. "Ozzie loves the Scottie!" she trilled cheerfully. "Spread the word, everyone – Ozzie loves the –"

"Ssh!" Clara whispered, lifting a finger to her lips as she opened the door. The students all filed in, exchanging looks and occasionally flicking their eyes up to the Doctor, who had taken to glaring down at each and every one of them. "No talking," he said, jabbing a finger at an unsuspecting student. She instantly giggled, instantly turning to see the rest of her friends doing exactly the same thing. Clara only sighed. She grabbed the Doctor's shoulders and called to her still-laughing students, "Take out your books and turn to chapter twelve!"

There was the sound of pages flipping – and reassured by that, Clara took the Doctor out of the room. "For students, they were awfully eager to come into class and interrupt," the Doctor grumbled, nodding at the door. "Haven't they got anything better to do?" Clara tapped her fingers on the wood – and rubbing a hand over her eyes, replied, "I did tell you that we had five minutes. You can't blame them for being curious at what was going on inside. They're children."

"Really?" the Doctor blinked. He frowned. "Since when did thirty-six year olds –"

"Fifteen year-olds, Doctor. Fifteen year-olds." Clara corrected with a sigh. The Doctor grimaced. "Well, they certainly don't look it," he muttered. "They still didn't have a right to –"

Clara gave the Doctor a small push from the shoulders. "Go," she said gently. "I'll see you later – but I have to go back to my class, or else there'll be more rumors about the English teacher snogging the former caretaker." The Doctor smiled dryly. "Oh, no, Miss Oswald wouldn't want that," he said. Clara rolled her eyes. "Go," she repeated, and this time, the Doctor obliged. Clara watched him walk down the hallway – round the corner – and she knew that she would see him again soon.

Now, she thought to herself with a sigh, back to class.

"Ozzie loves the Scottie!" the students cheered when Clara walked in. The brunette felt heat rushing up to her heat – though from being embarrassed or secretly pleased by the comment, she waved a hand at the students. "Get back to reading, all of you," she said, sitting down at her desk.

A/N - I dunno. It's been a while since I've ever really, properly written me some Whouffaldi. Oops. I don't really know my updating schedule thing for this story, but hopefully, I'll be updating this at least once a week. (I've already got the rest of the prompts planned out, thankfully. Look at that, Caroline can plan ahead!)

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