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Chapter 37

John had been awake for a while, but he was too afraid to move while Clara was still asleep in his arms. Right now he could hardly believe his luck. It had worked. Amy's insane plan had worked and it had brought Clara back to him at last. Two months of missing her, two long months of wondering how she was and whether she would forgive him and now she was lying in his arms and John never wanted to let her go ever again.

Clara murmured in her sleep and John couldn't contain himself any longer. The warmth of her body, the familiar scent of her that he had missed so much, he couldn't wait for another second. John bent down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He had dreamed about this moment for two months.

She was only just waking up, but still Clara parted her lips for a long, sloppy kiss while he climbed on top of her. He wanted to feel her skin against his own, feel her body heat, feel as much of her as was possible. Two months was probably the longest he had ever gone without a woman since the beginning of his career and John found himself wanting Clara in every possible way. There was only their underwear left between them and yet it was too much. With their lips still locked John reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and to his relief there was no protest from her. His heart leapt with joy at the thought of her wanting him, of her wanting to continue what they had started in Norway.

Clara uttered a small sound and eventually he pulled away from her, both of them gasping for air when he did. She smiled at him, but John could hardly focus. He wanted so much to be with her right now.

"Do you, uhm," he hesitated, "do you want to?"

Breathlessly she nodded.

John beamed at her in reply before he pecked her on the lips once more and then slid further down her body, covering every inch of her skin that he could reach with kisses. He pulled down her bra, discarding it somewhere far away on the floor. Her knickers followed moments later and John bent down between her legs. Clara gasped when his tongue started to taste her and her hands found their way into his hair. She guided him as he lapped at her while his own arousal started to grow inside the confinement of his underpants, throbbing and itching to finally dive inside of her. The sounds she made as he pleasured her were the sweetest he had ever heard in his entirely life and Clara was starting to thrust her hips up to meet him when his tongue delved inside of her, begging him for more.

John couldn't wait, he couldn't hold back for another second when he withdrew from her and Clara uttered a sound of frustration when he sat back up. Hurriedly he discarded his underpants and reached into the drawer next to the bed for a condom and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found it just where he had expected it.

Impatiently Clara pulled him down on top of her and their lips locked in another, sloppy kiss while his erection rubbed against the dampness of her sex. It was maddening, the desire he felt for her, until finally Clara reached between them and closed her hand around his shaft. John uttered a low moan when she guided him to her entrance and at last he sank into her. He had missed every part of her. Her laugh, her spirit, the way she felt around him that could make him forget about the world and as John started to rock into her and Clara hooked her leg around his arse to guide him, he prayed that he would never have to leave her ever again.

Clara moaned underneath him, her hands clawing at his back when he sped up his thrusts and the sound seemed to shoot straight to his core. John bent down and kissed her once more. He was so crazy about her, so madly in love and when Clara opened her eyes for a moment to look at him he thought that he could see the same sentiment on her face.

He flipped them both over and pulled Clara on top of him because that was where he wanted her so she could do whatever the hell she wanted with him. He closed his eyes and imagined they were still in Norway, imagine a place where nothing existed except him and Clara and focused on just how good she felt around him. A moan came over his lips when she drove herself down harder, increasing her speed, driving him right to the edge. As Clara's breath was beginning to come out ragged and her movements became more uncoordinated by the second he knew that she was close, he knew by the whimpering sounds she made as he lifted his hand and brought it down to her clit, rubbing it to her rhythm to make her come because John thought that he couldn't hold back for much longer. John thrust up, panting, as Clara's walls started to tighten around him, but he needed more. Desperately he plunged into her while she was still moaning his name in ecstasy and at last he could feel the pressure build up inside of him until that sweet point of no return when he finally released himself and he sank back into the pillows shortly before Clara collapsed next to him.

The silence that followed was blissful and it was interrupted only by their breathing while his pulse slowly returned back to normal. John's mind was empty for a long, peaceful moment. No rockstar, no band, no heartbreak. Just him and Clara.

"Good morning," Clara chuckled after a while and turned around to smile at him. Two months of looking at her photographs and imagining her face and none of it had matched up to how beautiful she really was. Hair tousled, bright eyes, those little dimples in her cheeks when she smiled like this.

"Good morning," John replied happily even though it was a lie. It wasn't a good morning. It was the best morning in two agonizingly long months. He had to tell her that. He had to tell her how much she meant to him, how happy he was that she was back, how he would bend the heavens if that was necessary to make her stay.

John opened his mouth, but as the door to his bedroom was suddenly flung open all he could do was to reach for the duvet to cover them both as Jack barged in completely unannounced.

"Breakfast is- whoah!" his friend uttered in surprise.

"Get the fuck out of my bedroom!" John shouted in response.

"Sorry," Jack mumbled, but while he was already on his way out he suddenly stopped when his eyes fell on Clara and a frown appeared on his face. "Wait. You-"

As Jack pointed at Clara John became aware of the looks they exchanged and suddenly he had a bad feeling. A really bad one.

"Don't we know each other?"

"The bar," Clara replied after a moment and she looked mildly shocked, to say the least. "You bought me a drink."

"You did what?!" John demanded to know. If Jack had touched her. . .

"Right," his friend replied as his face lit up. "The drink. I remember. Crazy night, huh?"

Clara nodded and the bad feeling in his stomach only grew even when Jack finally closed the door behind him.

John turned around in bed immediately and stared at Clara, but he couldn't read the answer from her face. He knew Jack, but he dearly hoped that he was wrong in his assumption.

"He bought you a drink?" John asked her, still a little dumbfounded.

"Yeah," she confirmed. "About a month ago."

"Just a drink?"

To his surprise Clara started to laugh. "Well, look at you all jealous and possessive," she chuckled and the amusement was visible in her eyes. "Just a drink, I promise."

Still John wasn't entirely happy with the fact that Jack had met Clara and talked to her and bought her a drink and a part of him wanted to smack himself right now for not telling his friend all about Clara or showing him the photos. Maybe if he had, John could have spared himself a month of missing Clara. And if it had been that night he had gone out with Amy and Rory, it meant that he and Clara had been just a few bars apart and he had never noticed. John felt like an idiot yet again.

To his surprise Clara leaned forward and left a kiss on his cheek. John smiled at her in reply.

"So, do you want to join the others for breakfast? You can meet Amy and Rory," he suggested and for the first time in two months his appetite had actually returned. "And I have to admit that I'm kinda hungry."

Clara hesitated for a short moment, but eventually nodded in agreement. John smiled broadly at her. There was no way he would ever let her go again.