Sorry about the cliffhanger (not really) but I needed to. Anyway I got some flack for working so hard on this last night ( I hand write it first) it was a slow night. Right now I'm working on two other stories, one being a comedy about Clara getting to meet the wonderful Jack Harkness and the other possibly being pure whouffle smut, but I don't know we'll see how that turns out.
Much Love TheSmexyDoctor
Clara watched as this random woman stepped aside and watched as she took a hesitant step inside. There were balloons and streams hanging everywhere and low music was heard from the living room. Once she stepped inside she was assaulted by the vision of another beautiful woman that was kneeling next to John, who was on the floor with an ice pack to his forehead.
The red head woman looked up and noticed Clara standing in the doorway. "Oh! Hi you must be Clara, sorry about him not answering the door tried to play pin the tail and well he ran head first into the wall."
Clara was speechless, two attractive women way older than her (probably in her eyes ten times more beautiful) were playing party games with her boyfriend, and the red head seemed to know her. John groaned from his spot on the floor. "Clara!"
With a burst of energy he got up to his feet to pull her into a tight hug. "You're here, I'm so glad! I would love for you to meet my best friend Amelia Pond."
Amelia waved, and he pulled her back into a hug. She whispered, "I thought we weren't supposed to tell anybody that we were seeing each other?"
She felt his body go slightly limp, he pulled away and frowned. "I tried to keep it from her but she knows me better than anyone else, she could tell I was happy."
Clara smiled and ran a hand through his hair; she really couldn't stay made at him when he pouted like that. "Okay does anyone else know?"
"I do." John made a sound that Clara could only describe as a growl, the woman from earlier sauntered in the room. "Only John didn't tell me, I could just tell when I answered the door."
"River!"
"What? Sweetie I'm just giving her a hard time." Clara's body tensed, who the hell was this woman and why did she just call him sweetie. John's body language was everywhere one moment he was relaxed and the next his body was tense.
"Well stop." River shrugged and sat on his couch, she crossed her legs dramatically.
"So where is my little doppelganger?"
Amelia smiled in spite of the situation. "She is out in the backyard with Rory."
"What am I doing?" A tall and lanky man with a preteen clinging to his back strode in, he set the girl down who ran over to sit with River. John grabbed Clara's hand and led her into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know they were coming, when I first answered the door I thought it was you." Clara played with his fingers but smiled. "It's fine, I want to meet your friends."
And she wanted to get along with everyone but River was making it difficult. John kissed the top of her forehead and led her back out into the living room.
"Since none of you were formally introduced this is my girlfriend, Clara Oswald." Rory smiled brightly and waved, the girl (who John explained was Rory and Amelia's daughter Melody) giggled and ran up to give her a hug. But John failed to explain who River was.
"My name is Dr. River Song." She reached for Clara's hand and shook it thoughtfully before realizing it and grabbing her purse. "Well shouldn't we be going, we have reservations you know."
Clara panicked and looked up to John., who made a face at River. "Is it in town?"
"No." Clara relaxed and grabbed onto his arm. The rest of the night she came out of her shell, no longer afraid if they would disapprove. She poked fun at Amelia's husband and gossiped with Melody.
They told stories about how Rory, Amy (she learned to be Amelia's nickname) and John went to Uni together. How most of the school was in a split decision that John was either very gay or was really getting it on with Amy. All of it changed when Rory came into the picture. But really puzzled her was most of the stories didn't talk about River.
Most of them had her in it, parties and crazy late night adventures yes but no one said how they met her. When dinner ended Clara received hugs from everyone, Amy hugged longer to tell her to take care of her best friend. Clara smiled and promised she would, she stepped outside into the night air and pulled herself into the passenger seat to wait for John. She still had two presents to give him, one in the box at his apartment and one she had on underneath her summer dress.
John stepped out of the restaurant with Rory who patted him the back, River was close behind them as Rory waved goodbye to both of them. John turned to head for the car without saying goodbye to River.
"No hug for me sweetie?" He stopped. "River, it was great seeing you tonight lets not make this bad."
River shrugged. "Why does it have to be bad? You haven't spoken to me in almost a year."
He scoffed. "Oh a year? Really. Well you know full well why I haven't spoken to you."
River lightly touched his hand, which he pulled away with a pained expression. "Look my girlfriend is in the car, I gotta go."
"And how long do you thing that will last?"
"Well as long as she doesn't cheat on me with her whole dig team then I think we'll be alright."
He turned and stormed off to his car, Clara watched as he flung the car door open and slammed it shut. He gripped the wheel tight and let out a long sigh, what did she say to make him so upset.
"John are you okay?" He nodded and gave her a quick smile. "I'm the king of okay."
"Who is she?"
"Just someone from my past."
And they drove off, mostly in silence but every once in a while she would glance at his sullen face and squeeze his hand lightly until a smile returned on his face. She whispered that everything was going to be okay as long as she was there. He grinned and nodded.
He stopped the car in his drive way and rubbed his eyes. "Shit! I'm sorry, I was supposed to drive you home."
She shook her head. "Well I'll come inside for a bit." She really wanted to go through with her plan but he looked like he needed a hug not shag.
"No can you…can you stay with me tonight?"
Clara smiled, because in this moment she felt wanted, she felt that she was needed and not for a stupid sexual reason. But for his well being, to have someone there when he needed it, it was intoxicating to feel this. It made her feel powerful; to have this man need her, to basically show that he too was vulnerable.
"Yes, now let's get you inside." She got out of the car and led him up the stair to his apartment. Once inside he sat on the couch and she stood against the door.
"Doctor…John…why did she make you so upset?" John motioned for her to sit next to him, her grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently.
"Dr. River Song is a historian like me. We met in Uni, she was my teacher." Clara wanted to laugh and ask him if this was where he got the idea but she knew that it wasn't the time. "At first it was purely sexual then we decided to give it a try, I even switched classes so she wouldn't get fired. We dated for two years before she just suddenly left."
He leaned back on the couch. "No phone calls, no text, nothing. The school wouldn't even tell me where she had gone. She was gone for almost a year before she just suddenly swept back into my life again. She told me that she went on a once in a lifetime archeological dig with some friends. That later I found out she had slept with everyone on that dig team, she tried to resume our relationship but I just couldn't do it."
HE sighed. "My whole life people have just up and left me so when she did that it just thought to my self 'Oh great just another person who thinks I'm not enough.'" Clara sat back against the couch with him, who would just leave this wonderful man? She kissed the side of his temple and hugged him.
"I won't leave you."
"I'm sorry Clara, I should've told you who she was in the beginning but we all just try and act like it never happened." She waved him off and kissed him again. "She's the past, no need to worry about her."
John kissed her lightly and Clara deepened the kiss. He pulled away slightly out of breath. Clara decided it was time to give him his birthday present. She stood and gripped the front of his shirt and unbuttoned it while she spoke to him.
"Now we've been dancing around this issue for quiet some time now." He looked down at her fingers skillfully unbuttoning his shirt. "What issue sweetheart?"
She pulled his shirt open and straddled his waist; his hands automatically went to either side of her hips. "The issue is that we haven't had sex since that first time."
John made an audible gulp; he had been trying to avoid it so he didn't seem like an old pervert that just wanted her for sex. But it was getting hard (no pun intended) to resist her, he was a very sexual adult male and he couldn't be vaulted…could he?
At least not by Clara. "Now I'm trying not to be offended but I think I know why you don't want to sleep with me."
"I never-" She silenced him by grinding herself into his lap. "I know, I didn't mean it that way, I meant that you don't want to corrupt me and that's okay chin boy…" she continued to rotate her hips, John groaned lightly.
"Because I'm not as innocent as you think I am." She pulled her summer dress over her head to reveal black matching bra and panties with a lace garter bet. John gulped again., it was going to be a long night and it was a good thing it was a Friday.
