A/N: And the last chapter is here! It would have arrived earlier but important stuff was going on… so I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. :)
I couldn't resist using Twelve's new outfit in this chapter - you probably saw it on photos from the set of S9. I love the shirt... :3

I hope you will enjoy reading it! :)

With Him Is Where Her Heart Lies

Chapter 4: In a Phone Box to the Stars

After a while, Clara slowly let go of him. She remained close and looked up at him, seeing the relief in his blue/green eyes which reflected the wonders of the deepest universe. She took all her courage and grabbed his jumper to pull him gently down for a brief kiss. It felt so good - suddenly the heavy load was of her mind.

Their lips touched only for a few seconds, but it was enough to shoot a jolt through his body and made his stomach tingle in a pleasant way.

He gazed at her in the shock of the moment but quickly came back to his senses. He bit his lower lip and gently pressed his head against hers to nuzzle her nose.

She opened her eyes and found him smiling at her sincerely. His pupils were dilated, filled with pure adoration.

"You're blushing," she giggled, letting go of his jumper, so he could straighten up. She wasn't wearing her high heels that day after all and didn't want to torture him for too long.

"I'm not! That's just the effect of the lights in here," he tried to deny it, but he felt how his cheeks were burning.

"Sure," she grinned at him.

He pouted his lips and shook his head in response, feeling the inflow of joy and warmth to his mind. His gaze remained upon her. He found it nearly impossible how incredibly beautiful she was - just standing there so close to him her white blouse with black dots, sleeves rolled up, black tights and skirt, smiling at him.

"So, um, will you bring me home?" she asked, walking over to the console.

"I think you already are home," he replied and followed her. Her smile encouraged him to take her by the hand and pull her close to his side before pulling the main lever.

"Where are we going, then?" she asked as she looked up at the turning time rotors, which always fascinated her – mainly the strange symbols. She wouldn't mind learning a few words in the language of the Time Lords.

"Just to a place where the TARDIS will be save - a hideaway," he replied, squeezing her hand.

"And that is...?" she was curious.

"You can take a look when we land," he teased her, playing at a 'man of mystery' again because he knew it entertained her.

When the blue box landed, Clara took a peek outside while the Doctor remained standing by the console to explore the unknown herself.

She went outside and her eyes flew open when she discovered that the time machine was parked on a little cliff in a fiery pit of a volcano. The heat was intense and steam was rising up above the lava. Her nose was tickled by an acrid smell of gases, molten rocks and a hint of sulphur. It was exciting and upsetting at the same time. She wouldn't consider it a 'safe' place, but the Doctor knew probably better on this matter.

"I must admit - it's good. A strange hideaway, but good," she was impressed when she returned to the ship and started smiling when she saw the proud smug that appeared on his face.

"Are you sure it's completely safe here?" she couldn't resist asking although she guessed his answer.

"Yes, my dear. Do not worry," he assured her.

They shared a moment or two in awkward silence. The Time Lord didn't want to speak up first, not knowing what to say anyway – he wanted her to stay with him, enjoy a quiet evening in the living room of the TARDIS… or his bedroom, but he kept quiet and waited. It was all new to him and he didn't want to do anything wrong.

Then Clara finally opened her mouth and asked, "So, um... Any evening plans?"

Evening or whatever time it was - in this machine one could never know. However, it was definitely evening in her time and place she belonged in.

First he thought she might ask again to return to her flat, but the fact that she wanted to stay made his hearts flutter.

"Whatever you want to do," his lips replied at once and she smiled in response.

She asked for a shower and then going to bed because this roller-coaster of a day had a big impact on her. She felt how her legs got a little heavier with each step.

They went up the short stairs to the upper lever of the console room from where they continued to a long hall. The Doctor showed her a door, behind which was one of the many bathrooms the TARDIS currently offered - with all the things she needed - even her pyjama. She left it there the last time she slept there – after an adventure when she was too tired to do anything; she fell asleep in the chair by the console and he carried her to one of the spare rooms.
Her thoughts jumped back to Danny - he would have freaked out if he had known this, she thought. Her impossible hero told her that her bedroom was just opposite the bathroom before he left her on her own.

After a long and relaxing shower, she put her pyjamas on and couldn't wait till she lies down. She left the bathroom only to discover that the door opposite the bathroom was no longer there, which surprised her a little although it shouldn't have. She looked around - in the whole hall was only one door 157 feet away from her. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling.

"I hope you've having fun," she said and the TARDIS answered her with an agreeing hum that was higher than usual. Somewhere deep inside even Clara found it amusing.

It could have been worse, she thought as she was on her way to the door. She wanted to be with the Doctor, but she decided it would be better not to search for him - she would probably go round in circles and entertain the TARDIS even more. And she knew he wouldn't leave her without saying good night.

The room she entered abounded with calmness. It was lightly dark with a lot of shelves in it, which carried a great variety of books and also a lot of different objects. A few of the round things decorated the walls and provided the room with a dim blue light.

She lied down on her back when suddenly the door opened. It was the Doctor with his eyes wide open. It was hard to tell who of them was more surprised.

"Clara what are you doing in my room? Is everything alright?" he asked, still standing in the door.

"Yes. Yes, of course. I, er... thought this is my room," she replied in puzzlement as she sat up.

Further she explained, "There was just one door in the hall and I thought the TARDIS just moved it a bit away from me."

"She did. And replaced it with my bedroom. Moving rooms is her favourite hobby," he replied with a slight chuckle and walked towards his bed to sit down.

As he was coming closer she realised that he was wearing something she hadn't seen on him before. He had a loose pink T-shirt and black plaid trousers with white stripes. It was so strange to suddenly see him in something completely different than she was used to.

He sat down next to her. Her eyes were still fixed on him, eyeing him up and down, so he allowed himself to kiss the tip of her nose.

As the flow of her thoughts got interrupted, she gave him a shy smile and leaned into him.

"You look great. The pink shirt suits you," she said shyly.

"Thank you," he whispered a placed a kiss in her soft hair, inhaling the sweet smell of the apple shampoo she used a let it intoxicate him. Clara saw the light goose bumps that popped up on his pale exposed arms. She couldn't resist and ran her fingers across his skin and watched how they became more visible one by one.

Then she looked up at him, "Come on, let's lie down," she whispered and he smiled in response.

She waited till he lay down on his back first, so she could crawl on top of him. He wrapped his hands around her to hold her close as possible, to feel the warmth of her body. She ran her fingers through his silver hair – it was longer than usual and she watched how her fingers drowned in the silver sea of his soft curls. Then her eyes returned to his face to find him smiling at her. He brought his hand up to her cheek and caressed it with his thumb. She leaned in and kissed him. From her lips he drank the sweet elixir that filled his cells with excitement and happiness while his hearts pounded against his chest. He parted his lips and their tongues slowly explored, tasted each other as they lightly moaned into each other's mouths. She was running her hand up and down his side, feeling the heat of his skin under the thin shirt.

The Doctor had fantasised about her kissing him before, thinking how it would be like. The magnificent, arousing sensation that flowed through his mind and body had surpassed his expectations by far. It was so much better - it made him feel more alive than ever before.

An eternity later, when their lungs long for oxygen, their swollen lips parted and they both locked eyes.

"Clara, my Clara," he whispered, "I love you."

His hot breath collided with her skin, sending a slight shiver down her spine. Her pink lips found the tip of his nose to kiss it the softest way.

"I love you too, Doctor."

She had always said this in his dreams, but now it was for real. He felt like he was soaring somewhere in the clouds, yet he was lying in bed. He thought his bond with her couldn't be any stronger, but it deepened even more.

On both sides.

For so long, it had been a torture for either of them - to stand next to the person whom they loved without him/her knowing. The desire to confess had been colliding with the fear of rejection every day while the heart cried.

They truly were an impossible couple… travelling together in a blue telephone box across through time and space; with wonders and danger waiting for them on every corner of their long journey that was ahead.

A/N: I hope that this last chapter wasn't a disappointment and that you liked it!
Thank you for reading and all the lovely reviews that kept me going! 3