Thank you so much for your amazing support! :)
I don't think I've mentioned this before but Missy and Harold's relationship is based on Holt and Wuntch's (Brooklyn Nine Nine) relationship. I just love the witty insults they throw at each other XD
Enjoy!
"I'm so glad you're alright!" Martha exclaimed as she hugged her best friend. "You could have called me sooner."
Clara shook her head as she pulled away. "I know how busy things can get at the hospital."
"I would have still dropped by after work yesterday," she replied. "If you don't feel comfortable being alone, you can crash at my place."
Clara smiled. "It's fine – John was with me but thank you for the offer."
Well, at least that would explain why K9 was with her. Martha arched a brow. She was curious now. Something must have happened during the wedding. "Alright, I want to hear all the details – you haven't sent me a single text since you got to Glasgow."
She gave her friend a sheepish look. "In a nutshell, you were right, so please don't -"
"I told you so!" the medical doctor exclaimed. "What happened – did you kiss – are you two actually an item now?"
When Martha saw her bit her bottom lip and how her face was turning red, she knew they had done more than just kiss. "Dear Lord."
"We danced, and I kissed him – he got confused and then when he got home, his sister gave some really solid advice," Clara explained. "I talked to him and we ended up taking refuge in his childhood cabin because of the storm."
"Sounds like something straight out of a romance novel," Martha commented. "I can see why you didn't bother contacting me at all – you were busy with your boyfriend, yeah?"
"Martha!"
The smile on Clara's face was all she needed as confirmation.
"So, when do I get to meet the man himself?" her best friend asked.
"I don't know – when are you free?"
Martha smiled as she remembered an event coming up. "The hospital is hosting a dinner party this Sunday to raise funds – everyone's invited."
Clara grinned. She was planning to stay at his home the whole weekend so at least they would have something to do together outside of the bedroom. "We'll be there."
Harold Saxon, Great Britain's newly elected Prime Minister sat behind his desk, reading through a report he held in his hand when a knock was heard. He set the paper down and instructed the person to come in.
A short moment later, the door swung open and his secretary announced the arrival of the head of MI5. "Director-General Smith is here to see you, Prime Minister."
Harold stood up when Missy walked in, a neutral expression on her face. "Sam, could you please stay here– I need a witness in case the director general morphs into a man-eating arachnid."
Sam stared at her boss with a confused expression on her face as Missy shot back. "Enough with the niceties, Harold – I came here strictly on business, though now that you've mentioned it, congratulations on becoming Prime Minister of the British Virgin Islands."
The secretary looked down at her feet, fighting the urge to smile.
Harold smiled sarcastically before he excused Sam.
The moment the door shut, Harold spoke. "I'm surprised to see you here so quickly – did you take the broom?"
Both took their seats. "Well, what can I say, my driver knows how to drive – unlike you."
"What brings you here?" he asked smugly. As she was about to speak, he held up his hand. "No wait, you're here to grovel at my feet because you are now under me."
"Two days in and you're already acting like the dictator of a third world country – didn't think you could get this high without having a brown nose," Missy replied before she became serious. "The reason I'm here is that MI5 needs your approval for a rescue operation."
Harold leaned back against the chair, listening intently.
"Our operatives were compromised in an undercover mission-"
"Yes, I was just reading the report," he explained, tapping the document on the desk. "Isn't this something you should be discussing with the home secretary, as well?"
"I'm only answerable to you – not that Matt Lucas look-alike," she said through gritted teeth. She couldn't believe those words came from her.
Harold smiled smugly. It must have killed Missy to have done this. To be asking for his approval for an operation and acknowledge that he was the one in charge. "Consider it approved then."
"Thanks," she muttered, getting to her feet.
"Also," he added. "I'm hosting a birthday celebration next month – tell John that he and his girlfriend are invited – I'll be sure to reserve a broom parking spot for you."
Missy smirked. "I'm looking forward to attending – you're just a year closer to death as they say."
"I suppose you could say I chose Oxford because I didn't want to be in the same university as my sister and cousin," John Smith explained, recalling his youth. "They didn't know they had chosen the same uni until it was too late, so their insults only got worse from there."
Clara took a sip of her red wine, enjoying the anecdote he was telling her.
The week had gone by quickly and here they were now, having dinner at his home. She had put the near-mugging incident behind her as the police had phoned her earlier in the week and informed her the mugger was a wanted criminal and will most likely be spending time in jail for a while. Besides, it was difficult to think about anything else when she was on a wonderful date with John.
"How is Missy handling the news?" she asked with an amused tone. "People in the flat next to mine were cheering when the results were announced, but I doubt she was as ecstatic."
John pursed his lips, lowering the fork he held. "I called her as soon as it was clear who was winning and let's just say she wants to rip Harold's head off if she hears as much as a stupid sentence coming from him."
Suddenly, K9 ran into the kitchen, one of his plushies in his mouth. He dropped it next to Clara's feet.
The couple exchanged looks. "Do you want to play fetch?" John asked.
The dog shook his head, pushing the toy with his paw. She grabbed it, examining the hippo plushie.
"Oh, right, I got him that yesterday – he probably just wants to show it to you," he explained, eating his dinner.
Clara beamed at the German Shepherd. "Well, I like it," she said, balancing the toy on K9's head. The pup moved his head and caught the plushie in mid-air before walking away.
The couple laughed as they watched the dog lie down in his bed, softly chewing the toy.
"Anyway, I've got a little surprise for you too," John murmured, grinning.
"It's not another plushie, is it?" she asked light-heartedly.
"We'll have to finish dinner first."
"I hope you're not planning on skipping dessert."
At that moment, John wished he could give a clever comeback, but none came to mind. If only he wasn't so awkward.
After dinner, he had told her to wait in the living room while he retrieved his laptop upstairs.
Clara arched a brow as she stared at K9. "What do you think he's up to?"
She didn't see why he had to use his laptop if they were going to watch a film since there was a TV. Music, maybe? It then hit her that they were going to dance.
"Oh, I see what he's up to," she whispered, beaming as she heard footsteps from behind.
"I don't have one of those fancy surround sound speakers so the ones on my laptop will make do," John explained as he placed the device on the coffee table before pressing play. It was the same song they had danced to at Amy's wedding.
He held out his hand and helped Clara up to her feet. "May I have this dance?"
"You don't have to ask me twice," she murmured.
K9's tail wagged to the tune of the song.
Clara and John moved in sync, lost in each other. Just before the song ended, he bent down and captured her lips in a gentle kiss.
She moved her hands up his chest before wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her.
"I hope the kiss isn't the only thing you're repeating, John Smith," she murmured after they had pulled away, arms still wrapped around him.
"Well, I don't have a cabin here, unfortunately, Clara Oswald."
She grinned. "The bedroom will have to do, I suppose."
Without another word, he kissed her, and it became even more desperate by the second as he led her upstairs, both giggling like schoolchildren.
K9 stayed where he was, on the sofa, silently cuddling the hippo. So that was why he got two soft toys instead of just one.
"So, we're meeting your best friend Martha, right?" John asked for the second time that day. He had his eyes on the road and told himself to focus instead of paying too much attention to the woman sitting next to him. He wasn't sure why she had chosen to wear the same dress she wore at the wedding.
"John, relax – Martha is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet," she assured.
"Sorry," he said quietly. What got to him was that he wanted to give a good impression. After all, Clara had told him Martha knew about their plans.
She placed a hand on his knee. "Don't apologise," she said, granting him a smile.
Less than thirty minutes later, they were at the dinner party.
Clara had her arm hooked around John's as she scanned the room for her best friend.
"John, is that you?" asked a person from the table behind them.
He turned around and came face to face with the chief surgeon he used to work with. "Liz," he said, shaking hands.
"A pleasant surprise to see you here," she said, beaming.
"Clara, this is Dr Liz Shaw – we worked on a research paper together," John explained.
"It's very nice to meet you," Clara said as they shook hands.
"Liz, this is my girlfriend, Clara Oswald," he added with pride and adoration.
Liz grinned. "It's nice to meet you too, Clara - look at the both of you, you're glowing!"
They immediately blushed at the compliment.
"Anyway, I have to go - I think Dr Pertwee lost his shoes again," she said before walking away.
The couple continued walking around until they found an empty table. "Do you want me to get you a drink?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'll just wait here and text Martha," she replied.
John kissed her on the cheek before leaving, in search of drinks.
Just as Clara was about to hit send, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"I hope you're not here alone," Martha commented.
She put her phone away, grinning from ear to ear. "No, John is just getting us drinks."
"I saw you just now, but I was talking to someone – I have to say, the both of you look like a gorgeous couple and sorry for saying this but John looks handsome in that suit."
"That's what I was thinking the whole time," Clara replied. She saw John heading towards them with a glass of champagne in both hands. "There he is now."
"I found champagne," he said, setting it on the table. "Oh, hello."
Martha shook his hand. "It's very nice to finally meet you, Dr Smith."
"Likewise," he replied. "You must be Martha and please, call me John."
Clara took a sip of her champagne and paused for a moment before setting the drink down. It tasted slightly off.
"Clara just wouldn't stop talking about you," the medical doctor teased, earning an embarrassed look from her best friend.
John gazed at his girlfriend, licking his lips. "Is that so?"
"Yeah, but tell me, how was your cousin's wedding last weekend?"
The mathematician immediately blushed when he recalled the events. For some strange reason, the first thing that came to mind was the cabin. "It was good – I'd say we had a wonderful time in Scotland," he replied, locking eyes with Clara.
Martha cleared her throat, trying to get their attention and stop herself from grinning. "You do realise this is a public event, right?"
The couple immediately looked in opposite directions.
"My only advice is," she murmured, waving back at her colleague who was trying to catch her attention. "Remember to use protection."
John groaned while Clara covered her face in embarrassment. "I shouldn't have told you that story," she muttered.
"Sorry, couldn't really help tease you two," Martha giggled. "Anyway, it seems I'm needed somewhere else – I'll be back soon."
Once Martha was out of earshot, Clara asked, "Does the champagne taste fine to you?"
John examined the drink before he took a sip of it. "Yeah, I didn't taste anything funny – are you alright?"
She nodded. "Yep, fine – I'm not a fan of champagne anyway."
"Sorry – should have told me that."
"No, it's fine – I didn't want to make you go back."
He smiled before kissing her cheek again. "I'll see what else I can find."
The journey home was a relaxing affair. The couple had to stop by at Missy's home to pick-up K9 who was more than happy to see his two favourite humans again.
"Are you alright?" Clara asked, realising that her boyfriend had been silent for a while now.
"Yes," he answered. The truth was, he hadn't been able to stop the image of undressing her from playing in his mind.
"We'll be home soon, so just focus on getting us there first," she murmured, placing a hand on his thigh as if she could read his mind.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Since the moment you saw me wearing the dress."
John chuckled. They were almost home.
He pulled the car into the driveway and killed the engine. They stepped out and John pulled open the passenger door to let his pet out.
The moment all three were all inside and the front door was locked with an assuring click, John tossed his keys on the table before kissed Clara. Hard.
"I didn't know this dress had so much effect on you," she said between kisses, taking off his jacket and tossing it away.
"It's not the dress, it's you," he replied, helping her unbuckle his belt. The trousers felt uncomfortable and he wanted to be rid of them.
He bent down and lifted her up in his arms, mouths never separating. They made their way upstairs and once they reached the bedroom, he laid her on the bed. They broke the kiss, gasping for air.
"I never really asked, but, are you… um…," he stammered. "You know, I don't want to be privy, but are you taking… or do you want me to…"
"Yes, I'm on the pill," she confirmed. "Now shut up and kiss me."
"With pleasure," John said, complying with her demand.