Clara felt confident, mostly because of the 'Research' that consisted of her going to the book store when she wasn't with John. He smirked at her, "Never said you were innocent sweetheart." He bucked upwards slightly taking Clara off guard, she moaned.

"You see Clara, I was giving us time. Time to know each other's personalities, our pet peeves, our turn-on's. Everything. Because once you know what someone is like on the inside, you'll crave their outsides that much more."

He stood up with her still attached to his hips, he turned around so that she was underneath him and he laid her back against the couch. She licked her lips. "And I have been craving you, so don't you ever say that I don't want you; Because with every fiber of my being…I've wanted to tear you apart for weeks." They kissed fiercely, all teeth and tongues; their hands clawing at each other's clothes. His t-shirt went flying and her dress ended up on the floor beside them; John's hand hungrily grabbed onto her _. There was nothing gentle about this, all of their frustrations were now being released all at once. Clara's hands went to the button of his jeans, she popped the button up and pushed them down his hips. His mouth latched onto her neck, Clara groaned as she felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin of where her shoulder and neck met. His hips instinctively thrust when her fingertips came into contact with the bare skin of his hip bone.

His hands snake around her back and the clasp the held her bra together, he swiftly snapped it open and slid the obstructing piece of clothing off of her shoulders. He stood up to remove the rest of his jeans with a smirk. The Saturday morning sun shone through Clara's closed eyelids, she groaned and struggled to find a blanket but only found John's naked body. They never made it to the bedroom, Clara wanted to smile but she was way too tired for any type of emotions. She lightly pushed John and stood up.

"I'm going to bed." He groaned and grabbed her wrist lightly. "Hang on." He stood up slowly and tiredly walked through his house until they reached his bedroom. They both slid in and sighed at the comfort and warmth of his blankets. John was just about to close his eyes when his doorbell rang, his eyes shot open and he quickly threw on some basketball shorts before slowly opening his front door.

There stood River, sunglasses over her eyes and a smirk fully pasted to her lips. "Morning, sweetie." He groaned. "What do you want River?"

She sighed. "I'm sorry for last night…but don't worry I'm actually here on business."

John crossed his arms over his bare chest and nodded for her to continue. "The Uni is offering you a job, they heard about the good work that you are doing down at the high school." John held onto the door jamb so he wouldn't fall over, the university was offering him a job. The thought of Clara came to the forefront of his mind; on one hand he would be able to be with her freely (Well some odd looks but nothing illegal) but on the other hand he would be leaving her at the school. He would possibly have to move, as well as work the most ridiculous hours. He sighed.

"Well John think about it for awhile, don't let some little girl ruin a chance of a lifetime."

He pointed a finger at her and harshly whispered. "River if you do not shut your mouth about her I swear you will not like who I become." River shook her head. "I don't understand it, why does she make you so different? You never were so aggressive with me."

He contained his rage and stepped back inside. "Tell them I'll think about it, and River I might be different this time around because I truly feel like I can love this girl and she'll love me back." He closed the door and quietly slipped back into bed, he spooned Clara who smiled in her sleep. She mumbled something that sounded like 'I love you.' He froze, they haven't said it and he didn't want to be a girl about it but he smiled. She wasn't awake, so she was probably dreaming of ice cream mountains or saying that to her mother. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but he smiled in spite of himself and whispered back. "I love you Clara, more than I probably should."

Saturday afternoon, Clara yawned and noticed the John was no longer in bed. She went into one of his drawers and pulled out a shirt of his and threw it on before heading out into the house to find him. She found him (after much searching) out on his patio with a cell phone to his ear. He was pacing but was obviously listening to the person on the other line. She watched as he went from distraught to happy to again distraught in the matter of seconds, Clara slid the glass door open and caught the last part of his conversation.

"Love you too." He hung up the phone and ran his hand through his hair, he looked up suddenly and saw Clara standing the doorway of his sliding door. "Hey sweetheart, finally awake I see."

"Are you okay John?" He breezed past her and grabbed himself a cuppa before turning towards her while sipping. "Well uh don't know how to say this really but…I need you to get dressed right now." Clara gave a confused laugh. "What? Uh…are you kicking me out?" He shook his head rapidly.

"No but..again how do I say this without alarming you."

"Alarm me!?"

"Calm down it's probably not as bad as I think."

"As bad as you think?!"

He chugged the rest of his tea dramatically, slammed the cup down and began picking up all of the condom wrappers on the living room floor, he fluffed pillows and he raced around moving things that honestly didn't need to be moved. He paused and eyed her. "Please get dressed, I'll explain once I'm finished." She sighed but she could see how stressed out he was becoming so she picked up sundress she wore yesterday off of the floor. She really needed to consider bring extra clothes when she came over to his house, when she stepped out into the kitchen he was in full blown clean mode. He paused to acknowledge that she changed, he smiled and kissed her forehead. "Perfect."

And off he went with a bottle of window cleaner and a paper towel, she sighed because he was dreadful at cleaning. He stopped again but this time he looked down at his bare chest and basketball shorts. "Shit I gotta change."

"Doctor…What is going on?"

He grabbed each of her shoulders and licked his lips nervously. "My mother…"

She nodded for him to continue. "Is coming over…right now." She eyes grew wide and she wanted to bolt for the door. "Hang on, your mum?! And I'm wearing the same dress from yesterday?! John please tell me I'm leaving right?"

He shook his head. "No, I sort of…told her you were here." She punched him in the arm. "Ow! you have an arm on ya but please, just relax I just want you to meet her."

"John will you listen to yourself, you want your eighteen year old girlfriend oh wait…your eighteen year old STUDENT girlfriend to meet your mother. Oh yeah that sounds grand, just peachy!" Her heart was pounding, he held up a finger. "Hold that thought…ok." He ran into his bedroom, obliviously to change and when he came back he was smoothing his hair down.

"How do I look?" Dashing as always, he wore a nice grey sweater and a pair of khakis which was different for what he usually wore. "Great."

"Okay good, now I know what you are thinking but she is going to love you! She really free-thinking so I really don't think you being my student bothers her."

A knock at the door made them both jump, Clara wanted to hide but he grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, he winked and went to open the door. When the door swung open and a beautiful dark brunette stood in the doorway. Clara could see that she didn't look very old but neither did her son, maybe aging didn't show too much on this family. She hugged her son fiercely who swung her around and she swatted at him to put her down.

He chuckled. "It's been awhile mum." She went to kiss him on the forehead, he leaned down slightly so she could reach. "Too long my Doctor." She beamed and Clara felt that she was intruding until he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards his mother. "Mum, I want you to meet Clara." She stood shyly beside John and when his mother extended a hand Clara shook it. "Nice to meet you Clara, I'm Idris, John's mother."

Idris smiled politely but the way she gripped Clara's hand made her feel like something was off; Idris let go and looked up at her son. "Now Doctor can you make your dear old mother some tea?"

He smiled and nodded before kissing Clara on the forehead. "Now you behave you two." They both laughed but once he left they stared at each other.

"Listen Clara you might be a nice girl and all but I know exactly what you are doing."

"Excuse me? What am I doing besides dating your son?" Idris moved closer to Clara, both close in height the basically stared at each other eye to eye. "You are a gold digging wench of a teenage and as soon as you heard he was a doctor you jumped right into the opportunity. Because what eighteen year would want to fall in love with a twenty-seven year old teacher?"

Clara growled and was prepared to retort but John came back with two mugs and his hands. "Here you ladies go."

The rest of the visit felt fake, his mother told Clara adorable baby stories but the look in her eye told her that she really didn't like Clara and there was nothing she could do about it. So she accepted the icy glare that she would shoot her way when John wasn't looking or was talking about something he and Clara did, then time came for when his mother stood up and glanced down at her watch. "Oh dear, John I have to get going. I was great meeting you Clara." John walked her out and smiled as he closed the door.

"See it went great!" Clara sighed. "I don't think she likes me much John."

"Non-sence she totally fell for you."

"John I'm serious."

"I am too, what's wrong Clara." She didn't have the heart to tell him that his mother really didn't aprrove of them and she though she was going to gold dig on him so she shook her head. "She looked at me funny." He pulled her into a tight hug. "Well maybe she's just not used to you, maybe I'll elave you two alone."

"John I don't need to get along with her."

"No but it would be great."

She sighed. "Please tell me you are not one of those guys that will only date a girl their mother approves of." He shook his head and chuckled, his hands on either sides of her face and kissed her gently. "No Clara I just think the women I love should like each other."

She froze and the tensing in her body made him realize he just had said that out loud, he wanted to take it back but it was out there. It wasn't like he didn't mean but he wondered if she was ready for that. "John?" He looked down at her, she had a sweet smile on her face. A strand of her hair moved in front of her eye and he moved it out of the way.

"Okay, no getting around that one…I love you Clara. I know that we've only been with each other for awhile but I -."

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"I love you too now please shut up." She kissed him fully and he laughed against her lips, it felt like the world shifted and instead of him being in this weird limbo between loving her and not knowing how he felt he now was fully seated in loving her. He should've always known that he would end up loving her, how could he not? His impossibly smart and clever girl.