The day went on pretty much as the night had. It was like the two of them had a hunger that just couldn't get satiated. She left his place around nine that night despite John really wanting her to stay, but she insisted that she needed some rest as she was having breakfast with her gran the next day. He had looked like a sad little puppy who had just had his favourite toy taken away, so she invited him over to her place the next night.

The next day Clara had a lovely breakfast with her gran. She was such a kind, caring, and smart, woman whom she admired very much. Clara hadn't intended to tell her about John, but as soon as she sat down at the table her gran asked her who the new man was in her life. This shouldn't have surprised her because her gran was always very perceptive, but it did. She explained that she had the look of a woman who was falling in love. That was all she needed to hear and she spent the entire meal talking about John. At the end her gran wished her well and told her the next time they met John had better be with her.

After her breakfast Clara went and did some shopping. She had a theory about John that she was really excited to test out tonight, so she had gone to Victoria Secret. Once she got home she quickly hand washed her new items and hung them to dry in her bathroom, knowing that they wouldn't take long to dry. She hadn't really been the kind of girl who owned lingerie, but there was something about John that made her want to get more. She then went to her computer and set up a playlist of songs she knew would be sure to wind him up. After all that was done she went to her room and prepared her bed by changing the sheets and throwing some sheer fabric over her lamps to give the room a soft glow as well as putting out some vanilla scented candles to light later. Once she had everything ready she decided to call Amy.

"Hey you." Amy said as she answered the phone.

"Hey. How's our favourite patient doing? Clara asked.

"A pain in the ass, but other than that good. He's actually graduated to a walking cast and the doctors say he's healing remarkably well. How's our favourite actor?"

"He's good. Really good in fact." Clara answered.

"So, I take it you've seen him since he got back from America?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, he had me over for dinner two nights ago."

"And you're just calling me now to tell me. What happened to yesterday?"

"Well technically our date didn't end until last night." Clara really enjoyed torturing Amy.

"Wait! What?" Amy said surprised. "Oh my god Clara! How was it? Wait, don't answer that. I'm on my way over."

Clara laughed as Amy hung up the phone. She walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on and prepare tea and biscuits knowing that her friend would be there shortly. Sure enough, twenty-five minutes later Amy was at her door. Clara greeted her with a cup of tea and the two girls made their way over to the couch.

"Okay. Details and don't leave anything out." Amy demanded.

Clara spent the next hour telling her about the amazing meal John had made and the way he had turned his house in to something out of a romance novel. Then how they had danced in his living room, which led to them spending the rest of the night having sex until the sun came up. She continued telling her about how Donna had shown up the next morning and then after she left they had more sex, followed by a bath, and more sex, until Clara left to come home.

Amy was completely transfixed and sat there with her jaw half open the entire time Clara was speaking.

"Oh my god Clara! Even Rory and I didn't have that much sex when we first started dating. How was he able to do it so many times?!"

Clara chuckled as the words sex god popped into her mind, but she stopped herself from saying them. "I don't know, but he wore me out that's for sure. I needed to come home just to get some rest. Despite the fact that he wanted me to stay another night."

"Wow. I have no words, other than wow." Amy said and then a thought hit her. "Does this mean you're going to bring him to my birthday party at the Tiki Bar next week?"

"I don't know. I hadn't asked him, but if he's free I think I will."

"So when are you going to see him again?" And as if on cue, there was a knock at the door.

"I would say in about two seconds." She responded as she walked to the door.

She pulled the door open and sure enough John was on the other side looking incredibly handsome in faded worn jeans, a black graphic t-shirt, and a navy blazer with silky red lining. She flashed him a smile and before she could say hi, he pulled her in for a searing kiss. Clara suddenly forgot that Amy was there and wrapped her arms around John's neck to kiss him back. They were pulled out of the moment by a coughing sound.

"Oh shit. Sorry Amy." Clara said as she blushed.

"That's okay. John, nice to see you again." She said, smiling at the two.

"You too Amy. Although it would be nice to see you and one of us not be surprised the other is here." John replied.

"That would be nice. Perhaps once Rory's doing a bit better we can have you two over for dinner." Amy said.

"I would like that." John said.

"Okay well you two don't need me here, so I'm going. Clara I'll call you tomorrow." And with that Amy was gone and the two were alone. Clara shut the door and looked at John who was now standing in her living room.

"You're early." She said.

"Yep. Sorry, I didn't know Amy would be here." He said as he took off his blazer and sat down on the couch.

"No problem. I'm glad you're here." She said as she sat next to him on the couch. "Dinner won't be for another hour though."

"That's okay. I think I can think of something to entertain me while I wait." He said as he pulled Clara onto his lap.

She squealed at the sudden movement. "John! No." She said as she tried to squirm out of his grasp. "There will be plenty of time for that later, but right now I need to get dinner ready." She stood up and moved into the kitchen, while John followed her.

"Fine. Can I give you a hand?" He asked.

"Sure. You can open a bottle of wine and pour us a couple of glasses."

He poured the wine and then helped Clara make dinner, by peeling potatoes.

"You don't need to help me. I mean you made me dinner the other night all on your own, so I should repay the favour."

"You can repay me in other ways later." He said as he winked at her. Clara laughed. They continued to prepare dinner and Clara couldn't help but feel that this was a glimpse at the domestic side of life with John. She shook her head as it was way to soon to have that image in her mind. She thought that maybe now was a good time to bring up Amy's birthday party. She didn't know why, but she was feeling a little worried about asking him, perhaps because they hadn't really discussed their status and she wasn't sure if he was ready to meet her friends and co-workers.

"Do you have plans next Saturday night?" She asked as she handed him some carrots to be peeled as well.

"That depends. What are we doing?"

Clara smiled at the fact that he just assumed his time would be spent with her. "It's Amy's birthday and she's invited some people to a Tiki Bar. I was just wondering if you want to go with me?

"Of course. I'd love to." He said.

"Really? It will mean meeting a lot of people that I work with and they are likely going to have questions. And there is a remote possibility that Danny might be there."

"I don't mind. Why do you think it would bother me? Unless you're not ready to go public with your friends." He said feeling a tad hurt that she would think he wouldn't want to meet her friends.

"Not at all, it's just that we hadn't talked about it and I wasn't sure what your thoughts were."

John stopped peeling and looked at her. "Clara, I care for you very much and in fact, I know that it's early stages for us, but I can feel myself falling for you. I want to meet your friends and get to know the people who are in your life, just like I want you to meet mine." He hesitated before he spoke again. "I was actually going to talk to you after dinner about this, but since we're talking about it now, how would you feel if I told the producers of my show about us?"

"Why would they need to know you're dating someone?" She asked.

"Some things have come up with my job that I really want to talk to you about, but I can't and it's really starting to piss me off." Today he had gotten the news that River of course had gotten the part and it meant in two months' time he would have to leave Clara to go work with his ex-wife. He wanted so badly to tell her, but contractually he couldn't. "Donna and I have a meeting at the BBC on Tuesday with some of the producers and one of the things I want to discuss with them is you."

Clara looked at him. "Okay and what will happen when you tell them about me?"

"Donna hopes that if we go to them and explain the fact that I am no longer single, but now in a serious committed relationship, that they might agree to let you sign a non-disclosure agreement. If they agree then I would be able to talk to you about the show, but it also means that a press release will need to go out about us and when that happens, people are going to want to know who you are."

"Oh." She said.

"I know that you're still a little freaked out about me being famous and that it might be too soon, but I really need this to happen. It's eating me up inside that I can't share certain aspects about my life with you."

"Well I don't like the idea of you not being able to talk to me about important things, so I'm all for signing whatever they need me to sign. As for announcing to the world that we're together, I'm not thrilled with it, but I understand that it's part of your package and I need to get used to it. However, I am going to need to talk to my dad before we tell the world and I'm not entirely sure how he's going to feel about me dating a man older than him."

"Wait. I'm older than your dad!?" He exclaimed a tad shocked.

"Just by two years." She said. "Is that a problem?"

"No. Just sometimes I forget that I'm as old as I am." As he picked up the peeler and started peeling again.

"Well if it makes you feel better he looks about ten years older than you."

"That does make me feel better." He smiled at her. "So, when do you want to tell him?"

"I think tomorrow might be best. I'll just give him a quick call to see if it's okay that I drop by tomorrow." She set her knife down and went to find her phone.

"You mean we." He yelled to her from the kitchen.

She came back in with her phone in her hand. "Pardon?"

"You mean to see if it's okay we drop by." He said emphasizing we.

"You're coming with me?" She asked a little shocked.

"Yes. I want to meet your father, Clara. And it might help him deal with it if he meets me. I can be rather charming you know."

Clara chuckled. "Oh, I know."

She went back into the living room to call her dad. Five minutes later, she came back.

"Okay, well that's settled. We're having dinner with my dad and step-mum tomorrow. You better not hold back on the charm when it comes to her mister because she's a real piece of work and you're going to have to work extra hard to win her over."

"Yes, boss." He replied and he smiled at her.

They continued preparing dinner until they were finally able to enjoy the fruits of their labour. Once they were finished eating Clara told John to go make himself comfortable on the couch while she went to freshen up. She changed into her new lingerie, put her t-shirt and jeans back on, and then lit the candles so the scent of vanilla would fill the room. She was ready to test her theory.

John watched her walk out of her room and had to admit he was a little disappointed to see her in the same clothes. He thought she was going to "slip into something a little more comfortable". She walked over to her stereo and turned it on and he immediately recognised that it was the same music from the concert they went to. He smiled at the memory of that night.

"The Kills." He said. Clara turned around and smiled at him.

"Yeah. You liked them, right?" She asked as she was slowly swaying her hips to the music.

"I did, but I think I like the way you dance to their music better." He replied not able to take his eyes off of her. She was hypnotic as she continued to move.

"Hmmm, like this?" She asked as she moved closer to him and started running her hands over her body, being sure to pay extra attention to her breasts.

"Oh yeah, that's nice." He said as he felt his jeans getting tighter. He was pretty sure he knew where she was going with this little show and the thought only excited him more.

"How about this?" She said as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it at him.

"Even better." He replied, his voice sounding a little gruffer. Clara smiled knowing what she was doing to him and ran her hands over her breasts that were encased in a red lace bra. She squeezed them together and fondled them until her nipples were hard. She then moved her hands down her stomach and undid the button of her jeans. She turned around and shook her butt as she pulled her zipper down and then started to shimmy her jeans down her legs, revealing a matching pair of red lace panties.

"And this?" She asked again, this time picking up her jeans and tossing those at him too.

John licked his lips as he caught her trousers and was doing his best to not get up off the couch and carry her off to her bedroom. "Spectacular." He moaned as his breathing was getting heavier.

"Hmm, I thought you might like this." She said. "You see I think there's two sides to you John." She moved closer to him and straddled him. John's hands immediately went to her hips, but he didn't dare move them. Clara was in control and he wanted badly to see where she was going with all this.

"And what two sides are that?" He asked.

Clara leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and started nibbling his ear lobe. John moaned at the sensation of her teeth gently nipping at his skin.

"You showed me a very passionate, tender, generous lover the other night." She moved from his ear lobe to the spot right behind his ear. "And I had a fantastic time with him, but you've also shown me a man who might be a little more erotic." She placed more kisses on his neck before she took his ear lobe back into her mouth and sucked on it. "And I would very much like to meet that man tonight." She whispered in his ear.

John groaned at the feel of her hot breath and words in his ear. He had let Clara see a glimpse of his more salacious side the night they Faced Timed and even though she had played along he wasn't sure if she was ready to turn things up a notch or two. It was looking like she might be.

"You would, would you?" He replied as he slid his hands from her hips up her back.

"Very much." She purred as she ran her hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt.

He started undoing her bra and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Well, he would very much like to meet you, Clara Oswald." He was sure to roll the r in her name a little longer.

Clara quivered at the sound of his sultry voice and instantly felt a wave of heat rush to her core. She felt her bra loosen and John's hands slowly move further up her back to pull the straps off her shoulders. He was kissing her neck but stopped as he pulled his head back and gave her the most wicked grin while he removed her bra and threw it across the room.

"Have I told you how great these are?" He asked as he cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.

"Not in so many words." She replied.

He took one and squeezed with his hand as he brought his tongue down to lick around her nipple and then repeated the action with the other breast.

"Well, I think your tits are fucking amazing."

She flashed him a smile, excited to hear him speak so explicitly to her. Her eyes went dark as her pupils dilated at the eroticism of the moment. She had always enjoyed dirty talk during sex and couldn't be happier that John was into it. She reached down and started stroking his hardening length through his jeans.

"Your cock must think they're amazing too." She replied as she started unbuckling his belt.

"My cock thinks every part of your body is amazing." He hissed as Clara pulled down his zipper, reached in and released his length. She climbed off of him, knelt between his legs and started stroking him.

"You've made me so hard, sweetheart." John's Scottishness was starting to appear as he rolled the r in sweetheart, which only made Clara hotter.

She leaned forward and licked the precum off his tip. She swirled her tongue around it and then licked up and down his shaft, while she continued to stroke him.

"I've been dying to suck your cock ever since the night I watched you stroking it." Clara said in between licks. She finally opened her mouth and took him in as far as she could and started sucking as she slowly moved her mouth up.

"Sweet Jesus!" John cursed at the sensation. It had been a long time since he'd had someone give him a blow job and he knew he wasn't likely to last very long. Clara repeated this action a few more times, before she picked up the pace and started bobbing her head up and down while pumping him with her hand. She felt John put his hand at the back of her head, while the other one had managed to reach one of her boobs and was kneading the hell out of it. Clara was so turned on by this that she had soaked right through her new panties. She started to fondle his balls and could tell that he was likely getting close to exploding.

"Oh god, Clara. I'm so fucking close! I'm going to cum sweetheart!" John wasn't sure if she wanted to take it in her mouth, so he wanted to be sure to give her a warning, but Clara continued to suck harder and faster, telling him that she wanted it.

"Fucking hell!" John yelled as he came and Clara eagerly swallowed continuing to suck him until he had nothing left to give. She pulled him out of her mouth and wiped the back of her hand across her chin.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to watch you dance again and not get fucking hard as a rock." John said while he helped Clara up, pulling her onto his lap and placing kisses on her neck, as he slipped his hand down her panties and started stroking her folds. "Fuck you're wet."

"What can I say, I love sucking cock." She replied as she moved her hand to the back of John's head and pushed it towards her breasts.

"Fan-fucking-tastic because I enjoy having mine sucked." He said just before he swirled his tongue around her nipples, moving back and forth from one breast to the next.

Clara moaned and felt a rush of heat flow through her and desperately needed to get John naked.

"You have way too many clothes on mister. Off. Now."

"Yes boss." He said as he stood up with her in his arms and carried her into her bedroom where he laid her down and immediately started to strip his clothes off. Clara moved to sit at the end of the bed to get a better view.

John looked at her and could just see the lust in her eyes. "Now who's wearing too many clothes." He said as he pointed at her panties.

"I was hoping you would take them off for me." She replied slowly sticking tongue out to wet her lips as she leaned back on her hands.

John knealt in front of her and slowly slid his hands up her legs, stopping at her knees to push them apart. He trailed his right hand up her thigh until he reached her lace covered mound and started stroking her with his long fingers. The anticipation of what was going to happen was driving Clara wild. All she wanted was for him to strip her bare and ravish her sex until she was screaming so loud the neighbours would complain. Instead, he seemed to be taking his time, as if he was doing it on purpose to torture her and prolong her desire. She started squirming and John knew that he was successfully working her up. He looked up at her and Clara could see that his usually green eyes now looked steel blue, full of lust. He slowly raised one corner of his thin lips into a sinister smile, that only made Clara ache for him more.

"Fuck John." Clara said frustrated.

"What?" He said grinning at her, knowing full well what she wanted.

"Get on with it already." She demanded.

"Tell me what you need." He continued stroking her. "I want to hear you say it."

"I need you." She begged.

John stopped stroking and leaned forward to place a soft kiss over her clitoris. "Say what you need, Clara. I want to hear the words come from that beautiful mouth that just fucked my cock."

He moved his hands to the band of her knickers and slowly pulled them down just enough for him to see the top of her mound.

"I need you to fuck me with your tongue." She replied staring into his eyes so deep that her desire would forever be burned in his mind.

In the blink of an eye he tore her panties off and had his mouth on her. He sucked her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around her entrance before he dipped it into her. Clara let out a loud long cry at finally feeling his mouth on her. He had worked her up so much that she knew she was going to explode in no time. She loved watching him as he feasted on her, especially the sight of those grey curls she had always wanted to run her fingers through. She reached down and grabbed the back of his head, pushing him a little deeper into her sex.

"Oh fuck John! Your tongue feels so good." Clara panted.

John could tell that she was getting close to cuming and decided to focus his assault on her clit, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers.

"Oh my fucking god John! Oh yes, just like that! Fuckkkkk! She screamed as she finally came falling back onto the bed.

John wiped his mouth with his hand as he stood up and looked down at her. He felt proud that he was the reason she looked completely spent trying to get her breathing under control.

"Please don't tell me you're done after that." John said. Clara opened her eyes and looked at him. He was standing at the foot of the bed running his hand up and down his shaft. "Because eating you out woke something up."

"Oh I'm not done." She replied as she got up off the bed.

"Sit." She told him and John wasn't sure what she was doing but did as he was told and sat on the edge of the bed. Clara than moved towards him and straddled him as she took his length inside her. John moaned at finally being able to feel her tightness around him. She began moving up and down while John wrapped one arm around her waist and placed the other one behind him for leverage so he could meet her thrust for thrust. Their chests were pressed together and their tongues dueled while they kissed. Clara was still buzzing from her last orgasm, so it was no surprise that she felt another one fast approaching.

"Harder!" She exclaimed.

John stood up as Clara wrapped her legs around him. He turned around to lay them on the bed and started pounding into her as hard and fast as he could go. It wasn't long before they both screamed their release.

John slowly pulled out of Clara and fell onto the bed next to her.

"Wow." Clara panted as she rolled over to look at John. "I like this side of you."

John turned his head and smiled at her. "Well if you're up for adventure I can likely show you a thing or two."

"With you I'll go on any adventure you want to take me." She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his side. John caressed her back and it wasn't long before the two fell asleep.