NAKED TIME WITH GEM

[parallels]

[There was something on her side of the bed. Well all of her bed was technically her side so the fact that there was something stopping her from spreading her legs out as far as she wanted was just weird. And annoying.

She gave it a good kick.

It pulled away for a but then eventually returned to rest against her toes. Annoying. And chilly. Why was she so cold.

With a sleepy grumble she rolled over to curl up and cocoon in her sheets. Not caring if her elbow happened to jam into someone else's ribs.]

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[bowtimeandspace]

[Well sleep was rubbish, that's why he didn't do it. Not much, anyway. It was always weird waking up in a bed, and not after having woken up on the console room floor (it happened too many times). Weird that he had the forethought to lie down.

Weirder still when there was someone else there.

Something hurt, and ow, he was sure beds weren't supposed to do that. And then ow again! There was skin, clammy and warm and human. Ew.

Human.

His eyes opened wide as the terror struck.]

Clara?

[parallels]

Mmm.

[Was Clara's non-response as she rolled further away from the offending thing in her bed and snuggling further into the sheets to get warm. Or trying to. THe way she had wrapped the sheets around herself had left most of her back exposed.

Her entire nude back.]

[bowtimeandspace]

[Oh this was bad. Really, properly bad. Glancing down, the Doctor soon discovered he was covered (barely) by a thin sheet. His hands went immediately to cover his nipples, before lifting the sheet and yeah, he needed to cover a lot more. He was wide eyed, and he looked over.

Yup. That'd be naked Clara.

One arm covered his chest, pointlessly, while the other attempted to protect modesty elsewhere.

He whispered.]

Clara. I think we have a problem.

[parallels]

It's too early to have problems.

[She snaps as best she can while half-asleep. Which isn't very good at all so it comes out as sort of a pathetic grumble.

She reaches over to search for a pillow to pull over her head. Impossible, yes? Morning person, no way.]

[bowtimeandspace]

Clara!

[He couldn't possibly talk louder than a whisper, because that might somehow make them more naked. Not that more naked was possible. Naked kind of only had one level.]

Clara this is very important! Vitally important!

[parallels]

Why are you doing this to me so early?

[She nearly whines except Clara Oswald never whines. Instead she just keeps her eyes squeezed shit in hopes she'll be able to drop off agains. Well after she addresses one issue.]

And why are you in my bed?

[bowtimeandspace]

Doing to you-- Clara I am not--!

[Look at him, he went all scandalised. And his arm shifted, as if to cover that dignity a little more.]

And I don't think this is your bed. I don't think it's anyone's bed.

[Give him Daleks any day.]

[parallels]

More likely mine than yours. Do you even have a b-

[She turns over to look at him and her eyes go wide.]

Why are you naked?

[bowtimeandspace]

Why am I naked? Why are you naked?!

Do you remember getting here? I don't remember getting here. At least I don't think I remember getting here. That'd be the not remembering getting here, wouldn't it?

[Rambling. Yes. Obviously.]

[parallels]

I'm not-

[She sits up and feels the sheets slide down her bare breasts. With a gasp she prevents it from slipping down past her nipples and then presses it to her chest like a shield.]

Doctor. You have seconds to explain this before I pop you one.

[bowtimeandspace]

[The sheet starts to move and his hand claps up over his eyes, covering his face in case he might accidentally see something. Tentatively, he starts to peep through his fingers, not yet drawing his hand back down.]

Explanation, yes. One of those would be nice, wouldn't they?

[parallels]

[And she's still glaring at him when he peeps at her. Aliens are one thing? But unexplained naked bed sharing is an entirely different thing. There was no warning about this! ]

Definitely would be nice. So explain!

[bowtimeandspace]

Yes. Well. Explaining usually requires knowing.

Bit of a problem, there.

[His hand falls down from his face, and goes back to covering his chest, two fingers of each hand over each nipple.]

What do you last remember?

[parallels]

[STARES AT THAT BECAUSE DUDE THAT'S JUST REALLY WEIRD. She coughs and wraps her arms around herself to secure the sheets better and looks thoughtfully up at the ceiling.]

We were at that celebration dinner in our honor. On Aefigrus. And I'd been drinking and felt knackered so I was thinking about how I could sneak off and get to bed.

[bowtimeandspace]

OH yes! And I invented that punch! They really loved that. And who knew they'd be so good at the Macarena?

[He almost, for a second, forgets their predicament, but he soon remembers, and glances under the cover as if to be sure. Yep, still there.]

Right. Yes. Any ideas?

[parallels]

[NO NO WAIT. SHE IS STILL STUCK ON THAT OTHER THING.]

...Please tell me I didn't get pissed and dance the Macarena.

[bowtimeandspace]

[A TIME LORD'S MODESTY IS VERY IMPORTANT, CLARA, GOD.]

I think you probably did, yes.












Did I?

[parallels]

[A cough.]

It's you. So probably yes.

[bowtimeandspace]

Clara! I did not! I-- This is not helping!

[Still naked. See? See?!]

Well we can't stay here all day.

[parallels]

You brought it up! I was only answering the question.

[Tightens her arms across her chest and gives him a look.]

You get up first.

[bowtimeandspace]

Right. Okay.

And then what?

[Because Clara Oswald, do you see any clothes? I don't see any clothes. He scrunches his face up and wriggles slightly, trying to remember what got them there in the first place, and oh god, what happened in that forgotten period.]

[parallels]

...Go find our clothes!

[Her face is scrunched up too. Her dubbed "funny nose" is screwed up in sulky annoyance. She looks around to try to see any clothes that might be hiding in a corner or tossed up on a lamp... which makes the sheets around her drop slightly.

[bowtimeandspace]

You're only telling me to do that so you'll... you'll... you know... look.

[parallels]

I have no desire to look at your skinny arse.

[RESISTING THE URGE TO SMACK.]

[bowtimeandspace]

[HMPH]

Well I knew there was something wrong with you, and look, we've found it.