Naked in the snow

"S-s-s-so c-c-c-c-cold!" Clara said through chattering teeth, rubbing her sides as she shivered violently.

"Just do the thing," the Doctor said, waving away her concern dismissively.

"W-w-what t-thing?"

"You know? Regulate your body temperature so that you don't feel cold anymore?" the Timelord explained, confused.

"W-what?" Clara asked, now even more confused. Did he think that she could just flick a switch and stop feeling cold?

"So, sweet little town covered in snow, half the universe in terror. Why? Why?"

Clara squeaked when her bare ankle grazed something buried in the snow...but it was just a stone hand.

"Stand back, please, Clara!" the Doctor said, staring at her ankle with a panicked expression.

"Err...do you think that you could stop looking at me?" If he wasn't going to allow her to wear any clothes, the least he could do was respect her modesty!

"Ah!" glancing down, the brunette saw that the hand had grasped her ankle!

"It's a Weeping Angel!" the Doctor explained, still staring at her. "Looks like a statue, isn't a statue. Quantum locked, can't move when they're observed."

"OK, well...just get me out!" Of all the aliens to encounter when she was stark naked, it had to be one you couldn't look away from!

Clara immediately regretted this when the Doctor wrapped his arms around her torso. She wiggled her bare foot, but to no avail.

"Ready?" the doctor asked, rhetorically. "Three, two, one...pull!" The timelord yanked her backwards, falling over, and Clara's foot slipped from the angel's grasp.

"Get off!" she squealed, upon realising that the Doctor was lying on top of her, her breasts pressing into his chest.

They both staggered back to their feet and swept their gaze around the clearing, trying and failing to look at all of the statues.

"Keep looking at them!" the Doctor reminded her. "Don't even blink!"

"The snow is getting in my eyes!"

"I just need to bring the TARDIS down."

Suddenly, the snow, the angels, and the forest disappeared as the TARDIS materialised around them. Clara had to stifle a shocked laugh when she turned around to see that the Doctor was holding a TARDIS key in one hand...and a wig in the other!

"You shaved your head!" she said.

"The old key in the quiff routine. Classic. Clever plan to get us past the shield. Or...I may have got bored one night. Come on, let's go and have a look around."

The Doctor grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the doors.

"Doctor, wait!"

Amid all of the excitement, Clara had forgotten what she was wearing; or rather, what she wasn't. But before she could dress herself, he had pulled her back out into the show, closing the door sharply, and started walking towards the distant lights of the village.

Knowing that every step would be taking her further and further away from her clothes, Clara reluctantly followed him, shivering as she went.

Clara had had more than enough nudity to last her a lifetime; but her clothes-less adventure didn't look like it would be over any time soon.