Sweet Circe ! I've finally worked up the courage to write that damn chapter, and actually finished it ! I am soooooooooooo sorry this took me so long to update. I'll try to finish that one before the summer is over. I never planned for this one too be a long story ( yeah, the amount of smut probably gave that away.) Anyway, here's the new chapter that you've been waiting for. Again, I'm sorry for being so long. Those who read my Iron Man AU already know all about my academic drama. For those who dont, long story short, I'm taking a semi-break this year from studies and I hope ( really hope) that this will mean that I can write more and worry less, for at least a year. So, crossed fingers. Meanwhile, enjoy ;)

Love, Callie xx

Chapter four:

Morning comes. Clara wakes up first, her stomach growling, a bit confused as to where she is before realising she's not alone in the bed, or that the bed in question is not even hers. She should be panicking but she isn't. She's completely fine with that. She doesn't feel the need to run, or to hide or anything that could be deemed as a negative feeling. Clara Oswald finally got over one of her worst fears and had a rather heated sexual encounter with a man. And they were both in the same room during said encounter. A soft laugh escapes her. God, what a strange thing to be pleased about. The Doctor stirs next to her. She sees that he is wearing an undershirt and his boxers while she is completely naked beneath the sheets. She also sees that morning erections are definitely not an urban legend. A smile slowly forms on her lips.

She wants to touch it. She's burning to do it but he's waking up any minute now, and she's not certain how he'll react if she starts to touch him through his underwear. You are in his bed, Oswald. It's not like you've broken into his house just to molest him. He invited you there. Hell, he went down on you last night! Just get on with it.

She starts carefully, her hand making its way towards his torso, traces a finger lower and lower until she touches the bit of flesh showing between his shirt and his boxers. She ventures a hand beneath his shirt. His skin is warmer than hers and she wishes she could snuggle into his welcoming warmth. But, she has a specific goal in mind and she won't stray from it. She touches one his nipples with the fingertip of her index. He makes a small 'hmm' but doesn't move. She decides it must be a good sign and starts to lower her hand once again. At first, it's the lightest of caresses. The cotton covering his member probably prevents him from feeling anything. The next caress is bolder and she feels him shivering next to her. She decides to change gears as she palms him before slightly squeezing his hardness. This time, he moans and opens his eyes. It takes everything in her not to let go of him and run away. His head turns towards her, smiling.

'Good morning' she says. She bits her lip.

'Good morning indeed.' He replies, before kissing her shoulder.

Her heart rate accelerates and a small shiver runs up her spine. 'I hope you don't mind me waking you up. I couldn't help myself.'

He chuckles. 'Not at all. By all means, don't let me stop you.' He puts one of his hands over hers and squeezes. He approaches his mouth next to her ear and it takes all she's got not to moan when he asks: 'Do you like what you feel, Clara?' His voice is slightly broken from the night and she nods because she doesn't trust her own. She feels the blush creeping up her neck and blossoming on her cheeks as she looks straight into his eyes.

'Good, because I certainly do.'. His hand moves hers and they stoke him together for a few moments. She hears his breath become a bit more strained. Her eyes are back on what they are doing and she knows he's looking at her but she can't peel her eyes off the movement of their hands. At some point, he stops guiding her but she continues nonetheless. Once again, his mouth is next to her ear: 'Do you want to touch it, Clara?'

'Yes.'

She stops stroking him and he whimpers at the loss. Her hand is slightly shaking as she puts it in his boxer and grasps the throbbing member. This time, his doesn't restrain his moan. Clara has never felt more powerful. He is hot and heavy in her hand as she pulls on his underwear to free his cock from the restraining piece of clothing. He helps her by lifting his hips and the boxers are no longer in her way. His cock stands proudly in her hand and she starts stroking him again at once. He breathes more heavily, his hands in fists.

'Oh god, Clara. That feels amazing. Can I touch you? Please... I need to touch you Clara.'

'Yes, yes, do it.' She feels like she's loosing control. She loves it.

He turns on his side and she mirrors his change of position. His hand goes to her thigh before sliding up towards her hip then her breast. She whimpers. He flicks his thumb over her erect nipple. She has a small cry. Meanwhile, she increases her pace and squeezes him from tip to root. Heat pools in her lower belly and slickness invites itself between her legs. She can't help but rubs her thighs together, a movement he notices.

'Oh Clara, I think we've been neglecting you.' His hand goes down and insinuates itself between her legs. He cups her before two of his fingers play with her clit. 'Fuck, Doctor!' He chuckles. 'Later, Clara, later.' She kisses him because she can't not kiss him. He takes advantage of it to grab her closer. His penis becomes stuck between the two of them but Clara doesn't let go and keeps stroking. However, he seems to have another idea in mind and grabs her wrist, effectively pushing her hand away from his member. She's at a loss before he puts her under him and start rubbing his cock between the lips of her labia and over her clit. She starts panting and she knows she's lost to the world when he mouths her right breast, his tongue circling her nipple. He lets go of it to look at her but her eyes are shut and she's biting her lip.

'Don't hold back, Clara. You've got to open your eyes. You've got to let me hear you scream. You feel so great, Clara. You're soaking wet and all I can think about is to come on your belly. But I won't until you tell me it's okay for me to do that. Look at me Clara. Tell me you want me to come on you.'

She can't help herself. His voice breaks the last flimsy barrier she had and she comes harder than last night. She screams his name as the ecstasy envelops her and her orgasm ripples through her entire body.

'YES, YES, PLEASE, DON'T STOP'

He doesn't. If anything, he goes even faster, grabbing her hips and doing his best not to bury himself inside of her. Later, he thinks, later. The thought of his pulsing cock inside her finishes him and he comes on her belly, painting it with several streaks of white. It takes everything he's got not to collapse on her and manages to roll away next to her, desperately trying to catch his breath.

They don't speak for a few minutes as they calm down and try to process what just happened. Clara is exhausted but happy, which is the strangest thing because a few weeks ago, she probably would have completely rejected the idea of having a man releasing his orgasm on her belly. She feels sticky and sweaty. She's also hungry and really needs to pee but right now, she wouldn't have it any other way. She turns to John and puts her hand through his hair before stroking his cheek.

'Thank you' she murmurs.

'My pleasure'.

They laugh and everything is well.

XXXX

At some point, they do decide to get out of bed. Clara goes to the bathroom next to his room while he goes to the second bathroom, the one near the guest room. Although they just shared an orgasm together, they silently agree that they need a few minutes alone to gather their thoughts and wash up the evidence of their strenuous, but oh so pleasurable, activity. Clara must have taken longer than him in the shower because when she comes out to go to the kitchen, dressed in her clothes from last night, he's already there making breakfast. He looks towards her and asks:

'I hope you like pancakes.' He flips one in the frying pan.

'Who doesn't?'

He laughs. 'Good answer.'

Ten minutes later, they sit at the table, eating in companionable silence. Clara is slightly jealous of his cooking abilities, which are far better than hers. Somehow she never got the hang of the culinary arts, although it is not for lack of trying. She helps herself to two other pancakes from the main plate and puts a ridiculous amount of chocolate on it. He has a small smile:

'You like chocolate, I take it.'

'Yes, you could say it's a way of life. I f I could put chocolate on everything I eat, I probably would." She doesn't realize the double-entendre in what she says before it is too late. He, on the other hand, doesn't miss it.

'Good to know.' She blushes and dips her finger in the chocolate sauce before spreading it on his cheek.

'Hey!' She doesn't let him protest more than that as she leans towards him and manages to lick the chocolate from his face. Then she goes back to her breakfast as he looks at her in stunned silence. He has to bite his tongue very hard in order not to blurt out an 'I love you' they would both regret. But the thought is there now and he can't seem to shake it off. They finish their breakfast without saying another word.

XXXX

She leaves his flat twenty minutes later but not before he snogs the life out of her. She observes that since yesterday, she's gotten far more tactile with him and so has he with her.

'Last night and this morning was wonderful, John.' She takes one of his hand in hers.

'I was about to say the same thing. You're working tonight, aren't you?'

She nods. 'Yes, but I think it's best if we don't see each other for at least twenty-four hours. So that we can really think on what just happened between us with a clear head. I loved everything that happened, but I still need some time to deal with it. And I think you do too.'

He sighs but agrees nonetheless. 'You're right. I'll call you tomorrow evening then.'

'Please do. And then maybe we can have another of our little sessions, don't you think?'

He pins her to the door and kisses her. 'Yes.' She's quite smaller than him so she's on her tiptoes when she puts her hand through his hair and pulls him to her so that she can properly kiss him. Her teeth toy with his lower lip before she opens her mouth to his tongue. They kiss for a minute or so before she really needs to come up for air. She beams at him and likes the way he looks when he's just been thoroughly kissed. She wonders what he looks like when he's been thoroughly shagged as well and decides that this is her cue to leave or else she'll want to know right now. She needs time to think and so does he. They have another parting kiss, more chaste this time, and she exits his flat.

Once she is back in her own bedroom, she grabs the first pillow she can reach and manages to smother a healthy shout in it. Heavens, Oswald. You've finally done it!

XXXXX

She calls Amy rather than Donna. Lord knows she loves Donna, who's always ready to have a good time, but on this one, she needs someone her own age to talk to and Amy, sweet, amazing Amy, is always there with good advice. She often told her that it was too bad she had hated going to the shrink as a child, because she would make a really good one herself.

'Yeah, yeah Oswald. Spill.'

Clara takes a deep breath. 'So, do you remember when we had this conversation and I told you that I didn't feel very comfortable with other men touching me?'

She hears Amy sigh on her end of the line. 'Yes, and I told you you should give it some time to try and find the right guy. Or girl, for that matter.'

'It's a guy.'

Silence.

'Amy?'

'WHAT?'

'I've done it. With a man. My next door neighbour actually.'

'YOUR WHAT? Oh, sweet mother of…, you had sex with your neighbour?! How? When? I didn't even know you were seeing someone.'

'Well, it's rather new… and odd… and great... and kind of scary too?'

Amy laughs. 'Alright girl, start from the beginning.'

And Clara does. She doesn't tell her everything, (i.e: nothing about the mutual voyeurism) but she tells her enough about John, how they met 'Are you sure is isn't just a creepy peeping Tom?', tells her that they talk sometimes over the phone, late at night (although she leaves out that they're usually both naked and engaging in mutual… stimulation). She tells her about last night and this morning. When Clara finishes her story, she's blushing and Amy is stunned.

'Clara, love, you sound really happy.'

Of course, this brings her almost to tears. 'Yeah?' her voice breaks a little.

'Oh, sweetie, I know it's confusing. It was for me when I first got with Rory and I had known him for ages before we actually started dating. But you, you were a bit more scared than most and it took you longer for that. And look where you are now. I'm not saying he's the one, I mean the guy did look at your breasts while you were sleeping.' Clara laughs. 'And I still want to meet him at some point if you are going to keep seeing him. But darling, you just proved to yourself that you were stronger than all of your anxieties, and even better, you had fun, and judging by what you told me, it was very pleasurable. That's amazing. I mean, not the sex, although that's great, but because you managed to get a bit out of your shell. I'm so proud of you.'

Tears are falling down her cheeks and Clara takes her time before speaking again. Amy gets it and leaves her be for a few minutes, breathing with her on the phone. God, why does her best friend has to be in America when she needs her the most? Which reminds Clara…

'Oh, I completely forgot! What time is it in New York?'

'Yeah, it's almost 6AM but don't worry about that. It's fine. Rory's not even home from his night shift yet. And Melody hardly does her nights. These days, I don't even remember the feeling of a good night' sleep.' Amy chuckles then yawns.

'I wish you were here.' She hugs her pillow with a bit more strength.

'Me too, sweetie, me too. Come soon, will you? I want to show you our flat, especially now that I got everything out of the boxes. It doesn't look great yet, but it's getting there. And then, I'll take you to Central Park and we can eat those awful hot dogs everyone eats here. I swear, I don't know how people can eat so many greasy things!'

They keep talking like that for half an hour before Amy has to get Melody's bottle ready.

'Don't forget to call to tell me how things are going with your Chin Boy, okay?'

'I won't forget I promise. Say hi to Rory and kiss your daughter for me'

'Take care, Clara.

'You too.'

They hung up.

After that, Clara changes her clothes, grabs her bag and keys to do some food shopping before lunch. She's back an hour later, has a light lunch and goes to the swimming pool for a few laps. She decides not to think too actively about last night. Her conversation with Amy helped her settle things in her mind and she knows now that she made the right call by spending the night with him. Of course, the memories of what transpired between them are never very far from the front of her mind, but she feels confident enough about herself so that she doesn't worry that much about the next time she hears from John. Which doesn't mean she doesn't worry at all because she really wants to know that the Doctor feels the same about her than she does about him and to be truthful, she's not too sure yet which words she would use to describe what she feels. Well, que sera, sera.

XXXX

Clara goes to work and leaves her bag in her work closet. Later that night, when Clara has finished her shift and the next girl is pouring drinks to the youthful crowd, she sees that she received a text from him while she was working. 'I hope you mind me slightly breaking the 24-hour rule, but my pillow smells like you and I can't stop thinking about you. I really want to see you again. John.'

Her heart leaps in her chest and this is what she's been waiting for since she left his flat, not that she was aware she'd been waiting for something in the first place, but reading this message from him undoes the knot that had been clutching her stomach ever since. She smiles and types her answer:

'Can't wait to see you too. Clara.' She hits send.