Clara moaned as she felt someone between her legs.

Memories of a month ago flashed through her mind, as she ground against his mouth. Her back arched, thinking of John, about how his mouth could unravel her. And yet, even laced with sleep Clara was about to moan John's name until she batted her eyes open and found Matt between her legs.

'Jesus, Matt, what?' she murmured, her voice raspy as she felt her walls clench around his tongue.

Matt growled under his breath, not realising she was about to moan somebody else's name. He licked her clean and swallowed most of her juices, smirking up at Clara as he wiped his long chin, 'Sorry, I thought I might wake you up with a treat considering I've been away for so long. You don't mind, do you?'

Clara felt insanely guilty. Should she tell him though? Could she bare not having him in her life? She ultimately cleared her throat as she sat up, a soft smile on her lips as she nodded in response, 'It was perfect,' she murmured, kissing his cheek.

Even if she was asleep.

He smiled, a bright crimson coloured blush spreading his cheeks as a deep dimple appeared on his cheek whenever he smiled at her, 'I'm just going to shower then I'm off to work,' Matt sent her a wink and soon got out of bed, heading towards her bathroom.

Clara flopped back onto the bed, groaning. She couldn't continue this, there was only one solution. She went to reach for her grandmother's necklace, but found her neck bare, 'Fuck,' she muttered under her breath, realising she must have left it at John's.

John had arrived home quite early for a few hours to nap whilst he wasn't on call at the hospital, being a plastics surgeon had its good side, as he didn't always have to be at work unless there was an appointment or an emergency surgery with a victim of burns or serious trauma he had to fix. On the ground, he spotted a necklace as he went to pick it up, he figured it could only belong to one person; Clara.

Was this fate pulling them back together?

Clara headed towards John's place after work, after her better judgement. She knocked on the door quite nervously. Why was she nervous? Did she not trust herself with him? She berated herself for even coming and was about to turn around, before she heard the door creak open.

John stood there, in a blue cardigan and boxer shorts, his hair a wild mess and glasses on his face, 'Sorry I didn't get to the door quicker, I was reading…' he paused when he realised who it was and cleared his throat, standing up straight.

'I assume you're here for your necklace? I found it when I got home earlier,'

Clara let her gaze linger over his toned body, she licked her lower lip before ripping her gaze away and clearing her throat, 'Um, yes, yes I am…' she sighed, extending her arm, keeping him as far away from her as possible.

John noticed the look she gave him and he would know that gaze anywhere, that look was from a woman who wanted what she couldn't possibly have. He stared at her arm before he realised what she wanted, 'Oh, hold on,' he murmured, disappearing into his house.

Moments later, he handed her the necklace, 'Have a nice day,'

Clara stood, shocked. For a moment, she thought he'd invite her in, for a moment she thought he would… Clara shook those thoughts away from her head as she walked back to her car and drove to her flat. It was obvious John didn't want her anymore, and a part of her was relieved. She'd tell Matt the truth, well partially and if he still loved her after that, she'd forget about John and try to move on with Matt. Clara drove over to Matt's place, her heart in her throat as she walked up the steps and knocked on his door.

Matt opened his door, having just returned from work as he pulled her inside and kissed the top of her head, 'Hello, munchkin,' he grinned, sitting her down on the couch as he moved towards the kitchen.

'Do you want some tea? Coffee?'

Clara shook her head as she swallowed hard, playing with the rings on her fingers, 'Um, there's something we need to talk about… Something I did,' she said, almost afraid of losing him as she gestured for him to sit.

Matt frowned, a little confused as he sat beside her, an already scared puppy dog look on his face, 'What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you ill? Please tell me you're not ill,'

Clara's heart broke as she saw him. How could she have done this to him? How could she have let it go so far?

'No, no I'm not,' she whispered, inhaling sharply, 'Remember a month ago? You left for a trip,' she began, her voice shaky as she looked up at him.

'I – I slept with someone, just that one night, but I can't live with the guilt anymore,'

Matt frowned, and his emerald eyes filled with tears as he choked on his own voice, 'What?' he murmured, his fingers fidgeting on his lap.

'I don't understand – why? Why would you do that? Everything was going fine in our relationship, wasn't it?'

Clara's eyes burned, the tears welling up behind her eyes, 'I know… But you hadn't, we hadn't and I thought…' she muttered, her voice low as she refused to look at him.

'That's no excuse I know, and trust me I feel sick,'

Matt swallowed and stood up, the panic evident in his body language as he suddenly burst into a fit of anger and pointed to his front door, 'Get out!' he demanded, his anger issues still there from when his mother had died, never really cured.

'Get out and don't even come back into my flat again!'

Clara arose in a heartbeat, flinching as he threw a vase, nearly missing her as the shards flew right at her head, 'I'm sorry…' she managed to say before picking up her bag and leaving.

She cried and berated herself the whole drive to her flat. Clara was in such a state, she hadn't realised that her tire was in fact flat. Clara gasped as she was run off the road, her heart racing as the moment of freight passed. She stopped the car and immediately checked the damage. Clara cursed as she noticed the flat tire. She was crying, it was cold, and raining. She called the only person she knew wouldn't judge her, she called John.

After a few rings, John picked up his phone with a small smile, but it quickly faded when he remembered he shouldn't be talking to her. But what if she was in trouble? What if Matt found out? He sighed and answered the phone, his Scottish accent thick.

'Is something the matter? Why are you calling?'

Clara bit her thumb as she took a minute to respond, 'J – John, I was in a bit of an accident, could you… Could you come and get me? Tires flat,'

John nodded, a little bit panicked that she sounded as if she was in pain, 'I'll be right there,' he told her, cancelling the call. He jumped into his car and drove to help her, climbing out of his car when he spotted her.

'Clara? Clara? Are you hurt?' he questioned her, his hands on her forearms.

Why hadn't she called Matt?

Clara coughed and shivered, 'I'll be fine… just wet,' she muttered, clinging to her coat, 'I just have a flat tire… Didn't know who to call,'

It was more than a flat, her total rear side was damaged, there was no way she could drive off, she'd need a tow to her place.

John sighed and bent down to inspect the car further, frowning, 'Yeah, there's far too much damage. I'll tell you what, how about I drive you back to your flat?' he questioned her, standing up from his position on the ground.

'I'll call somebody to pick up your car,'

Clara nodded, barely noticed the cut above her eye. She winced as a bit of blood rolled down her face, 'Yeah, yeah, that would be best. Don't worry, I'll pay you back for the towing fee.' She said, walking to the driver's side.

She wobbled a bit as she picked up her phone and purse. Once they were back at her place, Clara quickly undressed before wrapping herself in a blanket.

'Thank you,' she said sincerely.

He nodded, a little smile on his face as he watched her curl into her blanket, 'Clara, I think I should stay,' John voiced, the genuine worry in his voice as he took a deep breath and sat on the couch next to her, switching on the TV.

He wanted to reach across the clean the wound above her eyebrow, but it seemed like an unnatural thing to do between a man and his supposed daughter in law.

Clara didn't say a word, she simply nodded, 'I told him,' she said after a while, 'Don't worry, I didn't tell him it was you.'

John slowly nodded, 'Oh,' he whispered underneath his breath, trying to control how she made him feel.

How could somebody make him feel the way she did? How was it possible to feet this much raw attraction in a short space of time? Now that they knew they'd probably be related soon through marriage, it still didn't stop the intense gaze they gave each other.

Clara nodded, trying to keep her tears at bay, 'He wants nothing to do with me, threw a vase at me…' she stopped when she heard a loud knock at her door, following by Matt's voice.

Clara's heart sank, as she turned to John. Matt couldn't find out it was him she'd slept with.

John's blue eyes widened and swallowed roughly, 'Hide,' he told her sternly, helping her up from the couch as he nodded to a different room.

'In there,' John told her, getting rid of any sign that she was here as he opened the door to his son.

'Matt, what's wrong?'

Matt arched his eyebrow, confusion written all over his face, 'What? What are you doing in Clara's flat?' he questioned, stepping inside, looking for Clara.

Why was his father here?

'Where's Clara?' she asked, obviously drunk out of his mind as he slurred his words.

John coughed awkwardly when he realised he was in fact, in Clara's flat. Why hadn't he used his brain? He refrained from rolling his eyes at himself and took a deep breath, 'She's in her bedroom asleep, I was the only person she could call. Apparently you threw a vase at her,' he sighed and watched as Matt stumbled towards him.

'Sit down, son…' he told him, leading the lanky man towards the couch.

Matt pulled away from his grasp, 'No…' he managed to say as he staggered onto the couch, 'She – She fucked another man!' he said accusingly as he pointed into his chest.

'I thought she loved me, I was even going to…' he stopped himself as he ran to the sink and threw up.

John frowned and sighed, walking after Matt as he patted his back for comfort, 'Son, it's okay… You're okay, you're just in shock,' he whispered, running his fingers through his own grey curls.

'She told me when I got here, she's just as upset as you are… I think she's just scared of the next step in your relationship,' he murmured, stepping away from Matt as the guilt caught up with him.

Matt pushed him away, 'I love her! But I want to bash the head in of the man she fucked,' he growled, jumping forward to punch a wall.

'I need to know who it was, who she slept with!' he exclaimed, beginning to walk towards Clara's bedroom.

John swallowed hard, he'd never seen his son this angry, not since his mother died. He shook the thought from his head and watched as Matt ran towards Clara's bedroom. His legs seemed to move on their own and soon enough, he was pulling him back.

'Matt, I don't think that's a good idea, you shouldn't talk to her whilst you're drunk and angry… And you might hurt her, you seemed to manage it just now when you threw that vase at her. You could have killed her,'

Matt stopped. He'd hurt his Clara, 'No! I need to see her, make sure she's okay,' he growled, pushing John out of the way as he banged on her door.

Clara simply kept the door firmly locked, 'Matt, please, just go. I'm fine, just go please,' she whimpered, afraid of what he would do.

Once Matt left in a cab, she walked out of the room, her eyes on John as if asking for the answers.

John walked up to her, his gaze soft and almost comforting as he rubbed her shoulder, his other hand gently wiping away the blood on her forehead, 'Are you okay? I'm sure he didn't mean it…' he reassured her, his own mind racing.

What if he had meant it? What if he was becoming violent?

Clara didn't say a word, only hid her face in the crook of his neck. She inhaled sharply, her heart racing as she looked up at him, 'Could you, could you stay? Just for tonight,'

John felt his heart racing when her face dropped into his neck, his palms suddenly sweaty. Why was she affecting him like this? It was just sex, she loved Matt.

'Yeah, yeah, I'll stay. Just throw me a blanket and I'll sleep on the couch,'

Clara looked at him for a moment, her big round eyes filled with something she couldn't quite place as she stood there in front of him, 'Yeah, of course…' she said, as if she was expecting him to sleep in the same room as her.

Maybe he really didn't care about her, didn't really care that he had a hand in messing her relationship up with Matt. Clara handed him the blanket, retreating into her own bedroom.