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@clara-oddwald – (continued from ask) – 11th Doctor/flirting

“Thens what were you doing?” He asked raising a brow.

“I mean it’s completely understandable if you were… I am rather dashing.” He grins and straightened his bow tie.

“You’re less fine than you are good at lying.” Clara claims, though she would say the Doctor was good at fibbing and sometimes even lying to her, but she knew his sad smile like that back of her hand.

She scurried over to follow him, staying near the console. 

“Yeah… well…-it’s a secret.” He blurted out as he tried to keep the console between them, not wanting her to see the blush on his face.

Clara moves to follow him, ending up on the other side of the console with her hands on it, body leaned forward. “Doctor. Are we really playing tag around this console?” She almost finished with something that could’ve exposed her previous flirtation, but held back.

“Um… Er… no… I… I just- um…” he was struggling to come up with a clever and reasonable excuse.

“I’m just… -not feeling too good! Yes that’s it.” He pointed and mock-coughs into a fist.

“You should stay away… its probably infectious…”