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Clara burst through the doors of the TARDIS, grinning like mad, and giggling just a bit. She grabbed up the skirts of the red ball gown that she wore and did a small twirl around the TARDIS console.
The Doctor entered a few moments later, more sedate than his giddy companion, eyeing her suspiciously, "You certainly seemed to enjoy the dancing," he stated.
Clara laughed and twirled around once again, "I can't remember the last time I've had that much fun," she admitted.
The Doctor glared, "Really."
Clara, ignoring the attack eyebrows that were targeting her, continued, "We came to this planet for the pudding, which you said was amazing, but you never mentioned how charming their prince is. Or what amazing parties he throws."
"Never noticed," The Doctor replied as he began sullenly punching in coordinates. "He's got quite a disgusting birthmark on his face, the prince," he grumped, watching Clara for a reaction.
"You mean that little mole?" she asked him. "I thought it was quite manly, and the dimples, and his wavy black hair," she hummed to herself as she continued to dance lightly around the TARDIS.
"Would you mind getting your circulatory system under control?" the Doctor barked at her, "Your cheeks," he waved at her face, "they've gone all red; the blood flow is too great. Likely, your head will burst."
Clara laughed at him, "Hmmmm," she sighed as she opened the door of the TARDIS and gazed out at the quickly retreating planet that they had just left, "it is nice to get that sort of attention from a man now and again; it's flattering."
"We could always return to the planet and you could accept his marriage proposal," the Doctor growled.
Clara waved aside his grumpiness, "Nope, don't think I'm ready to settle down just yet." She bumped into the Doctor affectionately, reaching up on her toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, before hurrying down the hallway to her bedroom to change.
The Doctor rubbed at his cheek, smiling smugly to himself, as he watched her leave out of the corner of his eye.
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Clara closed the door behind her, laughing quietly.
She knew precisely what she was doing. The Doctor only showed her any attention when he felt stirrings of jealousy.
She saw no reason not to use that information to her advantage.