Clara woke up with her head resting on Amy's chest. Her hand was drawing patterns in Amy's exposed skin where her top had ridden up. She moved her head to the pillow, next to Amy's. She stared at her sleeping form, and her fingers brushed away a strand of perfect red hair from her face. The Scottish girl turned towards her when she did this, and Clara couldn't stop herself from marvelling at how peaceful and beautiful she looked, her lips just a couple of inches away, as if waiting for her to close the gap between them.

The words Amy had said a couple of nights before were still ringing in her ears, keeping Clara worried.

Clara deepened the kiss, forcing Amy to take a few steps backwards towards the bed. They both wanted this; they had been waiting for this for a very long time. Amy broke the kiss for air, and Clara attacked her neck with kisses as they both collapsed onto the mattress. Clara pulled back a little to look at Amy, and she gave her a smirk when she noticed the lust and want in her hazel eyes. She forced her hand underneath her top, and as soon as her fingers touched the soft, snow-white skin in Amy's stomach, the girl under her froze, her hand restraining Clara's wrist.

"What's wrong?" Clara asked, worried that she had gone too far. She was very confused by Amy's reaction, she thought she wanted this -or at least that was what her kisses suggested. She didn't miss the hint of terror in her eyes when she touched her.

"I'm sorry, Clara. I just...I can't do it." Amy sounded very upset about this, like her heart was breaking for having to say it, even though Clara didn't understand why she had to say it.

Clara nodded and gave her a small smile before rolling off of Amy. She hugged the Scottish girl, who she could tell was holding back the tears. She felt guilty and it was killing Clara not knowing why.

"It's okay." She whispered. "When you're ready."

Clara decided that it was fair enough to wake her up with a kiss, so she lowered her lips to Amy's and softly kissed her. Amy didn't respond at first, as she was deeply asleep, but after a few moments she wrapped one arm around Clara, kissing her back.

Clara broke the kiss for air, leaving Amy wanting more but allowing her to fully wake. She slowly opened her eyes and looked into Clara's, hazel meeting chocolate brown with a declaration of love in them.

"I could get used to wake up like that" Amy said in a sleepy voice.

"It would be my pleasure." Clara answered in a seductive tone she reserved only for Amy.

"Really?" Amy mocked her. She pushed herself up just a little and straddled Clara in one quick move. "It doesn't take much to please you, then. I wonder if I can do something about it..." She lowered her lips back to Clara's and kissed her as passionately as she could.

Clara felt Amy's fingers wandering under her top and at her waist, pulling at her shorts. She couldn't believe that Amy had finally made up her mind and actually wanted to do it; she had tried to get this so many times since they first got together, only to be pushed away by the Scottish girl, who seemed somewhat scared of her, like there was something she could never repair if they slept together.

She saw the mischievous smile in Amy's face -who had already discarded Clara's top and grinned, looking up at her, as if asking if this was real, if they were finally taking the next step in their relationship.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I'm ready. I want this…don't you?" Amy was suddenly worried that she hadn't thought about how Clara was feeling about this.

The younger girl used the impressive strength she had in her small body and pushed Amy back to the bed, placing herself on top.

"More than anything."

She directed her kisses to Amy's neck, acting like some sort of wild creature desperate for Amy. She pulled back only when Amy's top became a massive obstacle. In a different form of her seductive tone, she spoke up without putting much distance between Amy's skin and her lips.

"How much do you like this shirt?"

Amy was very confused, as she could only think of how much she loved the other girl and the amazing feelings she was causing her. Still, she managed to interpret her question.

"Not much. Why?" She asked with a curious look.

For an answer, Clara only buried her hands at the V-neck and tore it apart into two equal pieces, revealing Amy's white lacy bra underneath it. Clara bit her lower lip while she stared down at Amy's surprised face, trying not to blush to keep herself in character.

She proceeded to kiss the newly exposed skin in Amy's chest, and the redhead giggled at the thought of how much Clara resembled a hungry lioness at that precise moment, treating her as her helpless pray. She was being wild, and Amy loved it.

She wrapped her legs around Clara's waist, her hands buried in her brown locks. When she pulled at her hair, the brunette stopped and brought her face to Amy's, a disapproving look in her dark eyes. She placed her hands over Amy's, forcing them out of her hair.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She said in a low voice, holding Amy's wrists above her head. Amy tried to release her arms, but Clara held her tight. "I know you want to, but just this once, you're going to let me please you. It's our first time, I want it to be perfect for you. I want to erase any doubts you might still have. I love you, Amy, and I'm so glad I met you."

Amy pulled her head up and kissed the girl on top of her, telling her through the kiss that she felt the same way about her.

Before the redhead could notice, Clara abandoned her lips and continued to place heated kisses all over her body, burning Amy's skin wherever they touched. She kept going down, kissing her toned stomach and her hips. She tactically jumped to her tights, leaving the place Amy needed her kisses the most for the very last.

Clara could hear Amy moan in pleasure every once in a while, and she mentally noted all the spots that produced that reaction on the girl she loved.

When she was done mapping every part of Amy's skin, she returned to her stomach and pulled down her shorts and underwear at the same time. She looked up at Amy, silently asking for permission; and she smiled when she saw the determination in her hazel eyes and her nod. This time, in that very moment, Amy was hers.

Amy was exhausted. Really, properly exhausted in a way she hadn't been in a very long time. She was awake, but that wouldn't last for long. She had Clara curled up next to her, her head resting under the taller girl's chin.

"Remember when I was...you know..." Clara started, her voice sleepy but back to her normal tone. Amy woke up a little, suddenly feeling upset at the memory of Clara dying in front of her all over again.

"When I almost lost you?" she said, very serious.

"Yes" Clara answered, looking down at her hands in Amy's chest. "You said something...about how you couldn't lose me again. What did you mean 'again'?"

Amy suddenly understood what she meant. She had thought Clara was asleep when she had said it, all those weeks ago -even if the fear of losing her was still vivid in her mind- and now she was in trouble. How could she explain to her that they had met before and she had died? She would only worry the woman she loved, and if there was one thing she wanted was to protect her, even form being scared.

"I meant when you saved the day, when you saved me...I thought I was going to lose you. And right before, when we met. The Wydlock got you and I thought it was going to kill you. You're so brave and willing to sacrifice yourself to protect the people you care about that I thought that was going to take you away from me. But you survived and did the impossible. Because you are my impossible girl."

Clara lifted her head to face Amy, tears gathering in her big brown eyes. Amy smiled at her, her hand softly caressing her cheek.

"I love you" Amy said in a whisper, giving her voice an intimate tone that made Clara believe how true her words were.

Clara lowered her lips to Amy's, telling her in that one action that nothing, no one, could possibly stop them from being together, from that day to her last.

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I'm a week away from the end of the term at school and the teachers've gone completely insane.

But anyway, this is one of my favourite chapters -if not my favourite. To be honest, I've had this written since the beginning of the story because I couldn't wait to write it. (FINALLY!) I apologise if you were expecting something more for this scene, but I rated the story T and I wanted it to stay that way. I have a new story I posted last week if you want some proper Clamy action.

After this things are getting a bit...well, you'll see.

Oh, by the way, the title is from a Jessie J song called "Breathe" which I absolutely adore and I think goes great with their relationship in this fic.

I hope you liked it! Leave a comment if you're happy that the Doctor didn't interrupt them this time ;)