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So it was the seventh day he’d been wandering around his TARDIS fixing odd bits and doing odd jobs humming the god awful song. It was infuriating yet he couldn’t seem to shake it, the words and tune swimming around in his brain. Everything else in there seemed to be mushed and muddled with odd lyrics from the song Mysterious Girl.
He found himself humming away, sometimes without realising, tapping his fingers on the TARDIS console as he walked around, fiddling with the loose lever he still hadn’t tightened. He hated this song, but it seemed Clara quite enjoyed his discomfort.
He was caught of guard sorting through a rogue pile of books that hadn’t seen a shelf in probably hundreds of years, his back turned to the door as he flicked through them, determining where to put them, humming away. He hadn’t realised Clara had slipped into the TARDIS until he heard her voice whispering lyrics in his ear.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Mysterious girl I wanna get close to you,”
“Clara…” he warned, a blush rising in his cheeks. The corners of his lips twitched slightly as she was clearly suppressing her laughter, continuing her rendition.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh, oh, Mysterious girl, Move your body close to mine-“
"Okay that’s enough of that."
She laughed, placing a kiss on his slightly pink cheek before ruffling his grey curls with that rather cheeky grin on her face. He smiled slightly himself, his hearts pounding in his chest as she sat in front of him, grabbing a book too.
He quite liked her voice. Hell… he quite liked everything about her.
He just wouldn’t tell her.