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Chapter 21

"God, you're heavy," Clara complained as they walked outside – if what they did could even be called walking since John was leaning on her with almost his full weight and she was practically dragging him along.

"Watch the step!" she warned him but he stumbled right over it and both of them crashed into the nearest fence. Clara was glad to have called a taxi because the last thing she wanted to do was drag his drunk ass all the way to the bus station.

John grinned at her. "'n the bright side," he drawled, "Ah thiiiiiiiink yer dad likes me now. Got 'is blessin' after all."

"I think in his state Dad would have liked anyone," Clara replied coldly. She was about to let go of him, seeing as he was propped up safely against the fence but John was holding on tight to her waist, drawing her closer to him. When she looked at John she found him still grinning at her.

"What's so funny?" she asked and suddenly felt her anger slowly fade away.

"You," he said, swaying a little in her direction, "I. . . I love you."

A smile spread on Clara's face before she rolled her eyes again. "I love you, too, you big, drunk idiot."

A sloppy kiss landed on her lips and before she could balance the weight of them both they landed with her back against the fence. Clara sighed in defeat against his mouth and decided their current position was safe enough for both of them until the taxi arrived. At least there was nothing he could trip over or fall into.

"Sorry," John mumbled, "Just wan'ed yer dad tae like me."

"It's okay," Clara reassured him, "I'm sure he likes you at least a little. And look, our taxi is here."

Somehow Clara managed to walk John to the car and he fell groggily into the back seat before she sat down next to him. She gave the driver their address and then turned her attention back to John. Five minutes ago he had told her that he loved her. And she had said it back. Clara had expected the first time they would say these words to be a bit. . . more and yet, what could she really expect after already being pregnant with his child and an accepted proposal? At this point it just felt utterly natural.

Suddenly Clara was very much aware of John's hand that was softly tickling the skin of the inside of her thigh. She turned around to look at him and realized that he knew exactly what his hand was doing.

"John," she whispered, "We're in a taxi."

"I know," he replied and bent over until their lips met again. He was kissing her hungrily now, leaving her with little doubt as to his intentions and his hand slid further up under her skirt, teasing her through the fabric of her knickers. She had almost moaned at the touch of him.

Quickly she closed her legs and pulled away from him.

"When we get home, okay?"

His mouth didn't leave her for long but instantly wandered back, now nipping at her earlobe.

"You look sooooo hot, darlin'," he breathed into her ear and his hand reached for hers, pulling it over to his side and setting it down over his crotch.

Now even the little doubt she had had was gone as he was rock solid under her palm and Clara already started to miss the feeling of his fingers against her clit that had been tending to the itching feeling she was beginning to get. Reminding herself that they weren't alone in this car Clara quickly pulled her hand away.

"We'll be home soon," she told him, "Then I'll be all yours."

The taxi held right in front of their doorstep and Clara paid the driver and generous tip just in case he had been unfortunate enough to witness any of John's advances. Then she wrapped her arm around his waist and together they made their way upstairs, slowly but surely because now John wasn't only staggering in all possible directions, now his hands were also providing a distraction as well. As soon as they were alone in the hallway his mouth was back against her neck, kissing and sucking his way up to her lips and one of his hands was trying very hard to reach under her skirt. The combination made it very hard to climb the stairs at a normal pace.

"John," Clara giggled, "Keep your fingers to yourself for two more minutes."

"Can't," he said as they finally reached the right floor and he pressed her against the nearest wall with the entire weight of his body.

Clara let out an involuntary moan as he sucked her throat hard and was starting to shamelessly rub himself against her.

"God, darling, I wanna fuck ye," he said in a low voice that seemed to shoot right through her. Clara couldn't believe he had such a dirty mouth and had never used it so far. But she still came back to her senses.

"Let's go inside, John," she said and used a moment he was unsteady on his feet to duck out of the position he had been holding her in.

Clara quickly drew the keys from her purse but before she even had the chance to put them anywhere near the lock John was on top of her again, pressing her face first against the door. She couldn't help but notice how his erection pressed firmly against her arse.

"John," she tried to sound strict but her voice was very weak, "We should go inside."

Then his hand was on her leg again, making its way under her skirt and Clara felt powerless to stop it because that was exactly where she wanted it to be. With a skill quite unusual for his state he slid his hand past her knickers and began sliding his finger between her wet folds. Clara gasped when they finally pushed inside her.

"John," she moaned, "What if someone catches us."

She wanted him to stop so they could go inside and carry on and yet she didn't want him to stop at all. Clara started grinding against his fingers as he added another one to the game and pressed her lips together to muffle her moans, all the while thinking about what was rubbing hard against her bum and him kissing her neck. She wanted him to talk, like he had done earlier. Normally John was too much of a gentleman to use any sort of dirty words but right now he seemed more than willing to and somehow it was putting her in exactly the right mood.

"John," she panted heavily, "Tell me. What would you like to do to me?"

She groaned as his fingers dug deeper and was suddenly very glad that no one else was living on this floor.

"I wanna make ye come for me," he whispered into her ear, his breathing rapid.

"Yeah," she keened, "Doing that just fine. Oh God." She was starting to have trouble keeping her voice down as his fingers were pushing faster inside of her. "What else?"

John let out a groan. "Darlin', I wanna be inside ye. 'm so hard for ye."

Before Clara started losing control she quickly raised the hand that was holding the key to the lock and turned it around. They both toppled over instantly as the door opened but Clara was able to catch her balance at the last second. John however fell straight to the floor.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry," she quickly closed the door, switched on the light and knelt down next to him to see if he was okay but John was only laughing before he pulled her down on top of him. They kissed each other fiercely and Clara pressed herself further down on his crotch.

John groaned again. "God, please. I need ye," he begged under a moan, thrusting his hips up to create more friction between them and Clara didn't need to hear any more.

Swiftly she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down just far enough. He was fully hard and leaking already and Clara was aching to have him inside of her. She didn't even bother undressing, she just pulled her knickers aside and lowered herself on top of him, right there on the corridor carpet just a few steps away from their bed.

John soon grabbed her by the waist and turned them both around on the floor, burying himself inside her as she wrapped her legs around him.

Clara didn't bother muffling her moans any longer and she couldn't have even if she had wanted to as he almost completely pulled out each time just to fill her up again with his full length at an increasing speed.

"Mhhh, harder," she whimpered, one of her hands buried in his hair, the other clawing into the skin of his arse. Clara cried out in her frenzy as he did so and at the same time scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin of her neck with a throaty moan. She just loved the way he was losing control, not minding how the rug beneath her was burning against her back.

Clara could feel herself fall apart, her breath quickening and every time he moved inside of her it just felt sweeter. She purposefully clenched her muscles around him. His response was a deep and carnal sound that vibrated against her chest as he took her even more desperately and finally she came, trying to claw her nails deeper into his skin but losing her grip in the sweaty surface as the waves of her orgasm hit her and she cried out in ecstasy.

"Fuck, darlin'," John moaned under his ragged breath, lifting her hips up to bury himself deeper, his thrusts growing more and more erratic as he was drawing closer to the finish line. Eventually his movements slowed down and came to a complete halt as he came inside of her, his eyes closed and Clara's name on his lips.

He pulled out and slumped down next to her, his breathing fast and heavy and both of them needed a moment to catch their breath. It was Clara who got up first and offered John her hand to help him up. He was still swaying a little as he wrapped his arms around her waist, though from the drinking game against her father or the power of his orgasm Clara couldn't tell as she herself felt a slightly wobbly on her legs.

"How about we do this aaaaaalll night?" John suggested, whispering into her ear before his lips sank to her skin again.

Clara grinned at him. "Fine by me, as long as we do it in bed. And without clothes."

"Oh yes," he moaned and pressed their lips together and Clara gently removed his jacket.

She worked her way through the buttons of his shirt while carefully pushing him backwards in the direction of the bed. Once she had finished stripping him off his shirt she pushed him down to sit on the bed to pull at his trousers and John lay back, watching her intently. Reaching for the hemline of her dress Clara quickly pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor where the rest of their clothing was piling up. Her stockings proved to be more difficult and by the time she had stripped out of them as well she looked up to find John with his eyes closed.

"John?" she asked gently but the only reply was a soft snoring from his direction.

Clara smiled to herself and she walked back to where she had dropped her purse. The little box was still inside it and she opened it, retrieving her engagement ring and slipping it back onto her finger. Clara took the time to admire it for a long moment, a smile stuck to her face the entire time. Soon she was going to be Mrs Smith and right now she couldn't imagine anything better than becoming his wife. Looking at him sleeping on the bed she felt nothing but love for John.

After switching off the light Clara walked back to their bed and curled up next to John who only gave a low grunt in response but quickly resumed snoring. She covered them both with the duvet and sighed happily, soon falling asleep with a warm, happy feeling.