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Clara noticed the coat laid out on her bed, it really did look quite warm and she shrugged it on, she was drowning in the fabric because of the height difference between them, she picks up her pile of marking while still in the coat, it smelt like chalk and something unique to him. She hears a door open and close, he’s back and he’s heading towards her room.
She smiles at the grey haired man as he enters and smiles at him as he eyes up what she’s wearing. “Clara, I do believe that’s mine.” She tucks it tighter around herself. “I believe it’s mine right now.” She shuffles along and taps the spot next to her. “What are you doing?” He looks over the sheets of paper. “Marking Doctor, now come here.” He now moves to sit next to her. “Yes ma’am.” She smiles, she likes being in control. He strokes his hand over her arm and she feels something in her mind. He roams and Clara feels something enveloping the entirely of her mind, sharing it, becoming one with her, then she snaps out of that. “What was that, that feels fabulous?” He looks at her. “Time Lord telepathy, I haven’t done something that intense to someone in a while, that was an accident, I didn’t mean to be that intense I just meant to see why you’re wearing my clothes.” She looks at him. “One, I don’t mind you doing that, it’s fabulous, please do it again sometime, two, I’m wearing your clothes because I thought it would be cosy and it is.” He laughs, a rare sound, and raises Clara’s hand from her marking so he can kiss her fingertips and each time their bodies touch so do their minds.
It’s about an hour later and they’ve explored how it feels and how Clara smiles when he allows himself to flow through her. She leans against him and she looks at her discarded marking and she presses her head against his. “Does it make you tired to do this?” He shakes his head and she closes her eyes. “Then can you do it again while I start my marking?” He agrees and she opens her eyes and he loosely holds her hand, exploring her mind slowly at first, she is trying to work and he doesn’t want to cause her to get to distracted, instead he stays as a gentle presence in her mind. Clara writes and smiles as she feels him right there, once she finishes she feels him suggesting sleep into mind, and she accidentally curls against him in a way that prevents skin on skin and the Doctor looks over her. “Was that on purpose or do you want me to stop?” She mumbles a little whisper. “Come back in.” He shifts their position and places her in such a way so they can touch and he’s a slow and soft presence in her mind, slowly coaxing her into sleep, then he starts to sleep himself, knowing he’ll wake before Clara and she’ll never know that he slept.
Clara and the Doctor share the same dream when they sleep, the Doctor accidentally projects it to her mind and it’s one of the last time he allowed his mind to fully envelop another. When he wakes Clara is still sleeping and he tries to break their connection without her noticing and he manages it slowly, he sets up in the kitchen of her flat once he opens the Tardis doors and manages to break her toaster, and in his attempt to fix it with the sonic he makes it so the toast comes out burnt immediately, but he knows Clara likes her toast crispy so he leaves it like that and when Clara wakes she’s greeted with the smell of toast and he makes sure to brush her fingers when she takes the toast and he pushes the feeling of pure and utter love into her mind, and at that she kisses his jaw, smiling in a way only those in love could.