Turns out Clara most definitely DID remember snogging John to the point of making him cum in his pants. She groaned as she rolled out of bed, slightly hungover. What would this mean for their friendship? Did he have feelings for her? He clearly enjoyed snogging her. What did she feel for him?
Clara pondered her feelings towards John as she brushed her hair and got dressed. Yes, she loved and cared about her best friend. But that was just it. He was her friend. And as much as she tried, she just didn't feel that way about him. She loved…someone else. Not that it mattered, as heclearly didn't feel the same. He had been married to River Song, for Christ's sake. She was clever and strong and gorgeous. How could her short, not pretty, bossy, funny nosed self compare to that? Clara took a deep breath as she made her way to the kitchen.
She was relieved to find it empty. At least she could move about the kitchen and get her breakfast and tea without feeling awkward. In the past, Clara didn't think anything could embarrass John. He often made a fool of himself and never really seemed to care. He was the first to admit that he did, in fact, nearly piss himself when the strange creature grabbed his hand at the Caliburn house. Only to then confess later that he DID piss himself a tiny bit, but he didn't even blush. He just laughed and changed when they got to the TARDIS.
Clara was sitting at the table when John entered the room. He rubbed his eyes then waved to Clara before running a hand through his messy hair. Meandering over to the fridge, he finally spoke while rummaging through the cold not bigger on the inside box.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked. His head popped up from the other side of the fridge door. Clara watched as he nonchalantly opened the milk carton, sniffed, made a face then began to dump it down the sink.
"Um, I…I slept alright." He didn't seem to be bothered about the night before. Maybe he was just ashamed in the moment but was already over it. "You?"
John was back to looking through the fridge. Once again, his head popped up as he took out the orange juice.
"I slept great!" he said cheerily. He smiled as he sat down across from her and poured the orange liquid into a glass. Clara watched him intently.
"What?" he asked as he took a sip.
"So," she began. "About last night. Are…are you…okay?"
He sat back in his chair and cocked his head. "Umm, yeah. I mean. I think the better question is, are you okay?"
John then took another drink.
"Well, yes. But, I just wanted you to know there's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, it happens. But more importantly, we are still friends. Are you okay with that? Just…friends?"
She watched as he set his glass down then sat up straighter. He seemed to be mulling it all over in his head.
"Well," he began. "I didn't realise it was that big of a deal. I'm really sorry if I offended you. It's just, that's how I usually react."
Clara sat back in her chair. "What?"
John laughed. "I mean, I guess you could say I learned it from the Doctor. He always reacted the same way, so whenever I finally get the opportunity, I'm all in."
Clara was shaking her head in confusion. "Wait, John. What are you talking about?"
John now looked confused. "I'm talking about me beating you in speed scrabble and being overly obnoxious about winning. I didn't mean to offend you. I thought you were having fun."
Clara was now shaking her head.
"Clara, what were you talking about?" he asked.
Clara bit her lip then leaned in (as if anyone was actually listening).
"John, I'm talking about us snogging last night. To the point that you…" she trailed off then whispered, "came in your pants."
At this point, John was in mid gulp of his juice and proceeded to spit it all out in shock.
"I did WHAT?" he exclaimed as he wiped his mouth.
"You don't remember?"
John stood now wringing his hands together. "Oh god. Clara, I'm so, so, so, so, sorry!" He was shaking his head and was mumbling to himself. "I mean, I know sometimes I sleepwalk or will have a midnight snack and make a right mess of the kitchen with no memory of it…but to, to, to…" he paused as he shyly pulled open his trousers and looked down then snapped them shut before whispering. "Clara, are you sure I actually…" he just winced.
"Yes! But you were wearing your grey joggers. It was…obvious. You must have changed into your black ones."
John abruptly stopped his pacing and turned on his heels. "Where exactly did this happen?" he asked with a wild look in his eyes.
Clara gave a nervous cough as she gestured over to the sofa. "There."
He simply nodded, then began laughing.
"Oh god. This. This is too good. Oh, man." He was pacing like a mad man again.
Clara thought he might have been having some kind of nervous breakdown.
"John, what the hell is going on. Why are you being so…weird?"
John stopped and turned to face her. "Clara," he said in a knowing tone. "I think you have a secret admirer."
Clara was utterly confused. "What are you talking about?"
The already utterly obtuse conversation was getting even more strange.
"Clara," he said again as he pointed to the sofa. "That wasn't me."
Clara's eyes went wide as she slowly stood from her seat, shaking her head.
"No, no…it..it was you. You were right there! Reading a book. Wearing what you always wear to bed!"
John was practically jumping and laughing. "Oh, no, Clara. That most definitely was not me. You see, after you went to bed, the Doctor materialised in my room and asked if he could stay here. He was afraid you might have a terrible nightmare and didn't want to be too far away. He wanted to sit in my room, and I made him stay on the sofa. Gave him some of my clothes to wear. Specifically, my grey joggers." John scrunched his face. "Which I now realise I don't think I'll be getting back."
Clara was standing in front of him and slapped him across the face.
"Ow! What the fuck, Clara?"
"You're lying! You just don't want to own up to the fact that you…you…did what you did!"
John realised how upset she was.
"Clara, I'm not lying. I'm sorry for being obnoxious about it, but I'm telling you the truth."
Clara slumped into the chair.
"He's going to leave and never come back," she said softly. "I… he's probably already off in space somewhere looking for a new companion!"
John went over to her and knelt in front of her. "Clara, he wouldn't do that. He…he cares about you. And me…I think. He wouldn't just abandon us."
After he said it, his eyes went wide, knowing full well that he very well could abandon them whether purposefully or not.
"The TARDIS was still in my room when I woke up. Come on!" John yanked Clara out of the chair and dragged her to his bedroom. He opened the door, and sure enough, there sat the TARDIS.
John continued to pull Clara towards the doors. "Wait!" she cried. "What do I say? I mean, how…wha?" She paused. "I called him John before he ran off! He probably thinks I'm just going to assume it was you."
John made a face. "That sneaky bastard!" He looked towards the TARDIS, then back to Clara. "No, Clara. You have to talk to him! He can't avoid owning up to snogging you and then running away then pretending like it never happened." John's face paled in colour.
"What?" asked Clara.
"Oh, nothing. Um," he was shuffling.
"What is it, John?"
"I...I may have…er, kissed you. Back in the TARDIS. But then it was all wibbly-wobbly, and you sort of forgot."
Clara was now rubbing her brow. "John, what are you talking about? What do you mean you kissed me? You didn't…" she gestured towards his crotch.
"Oh god no! It was just a simple kiss, and you told me you didn't feel the same way. I'm over it." He then nudged her to the door. "Now, please, just talk to him. He…he really likes you, Clara. He told me, sort of."
Clara took a deep breath as they entered the time machine. The Doctor was fiddling about the console. His head shot up when he noticed them.
"Ah, John, Clara! Thought I'd stay close by. Make sure there weren't any adverse effects from the whole timestream debacle. Clara?"
Clara was frozen in her spot as John kept pushing her towards the Doctor. Finally, Clara broke out into a sprint and ran down into the depths of the blue box.
"Is she okay?" the Doctor questioned John. John leaned on the console and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, sure. She will be." He paused. "How was the sofa?" he asked.
The Doctor's face went red. "You know?"
John scoffed. "Of course, I know! Did you really think Clara wouldn't confront me if, in fact, it had been me who snogged her while she was clearly under the influence! God, Doctor! What is wrong with you? Then you try to blame me for your lack of…control?" John was giggling.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "I…I haven't….done it in a very long time! There were a lot of…feelings happening at once, and I…I got carried away!" His face was even redder. He put his head in his hands. "John, what am I going to do! She's never going to want to travel with me again."
The Doctor sat down on a step.
"Doctor, I don't think that's the case."
"John, I honestly thought she knew it was me. She called me "Doctor" and looked at me all…doe-eyed and I just…I just kissed her. Then she was kissing back! But after I…well, she said "John," so the whole time she thought it was you. She wants you, John. Not me."
John sat down next to the Doctor. "She only kissed you, well, me because she was drunk. She doesn't feel that way about me. Trust me. She's told me. More than once."
John sat back on his hands. "I thought all that stuff was out of sight, out of mind for you."
The Doctor pulled on his hair. "It is! Most of the time. That was until I met Clara and then I...I can't explain it. But I was able to ignore it. And then after the Cyberplanner got in my head, it sort of unlocked...things. Thoughts. And now I find out that Clara has been a part of my pathetically long life since the beginning, and I've got all these...human-y feelings happening that I don't quite understand."
They both sighed. "Doctor, do you want to know what Clara's biggest worry was when she found out it was you, not me?"
"What?"
"She was afraid that you were going to leave and never come back for her."
The Doctor thought John's statement over. "But that doesn't mean she wants to…to…that she feels how I feel. Maybe she just likes time travel."
"Right," laughed John. "Just talk to her," he said with a reassuring smile and a pat on the back.
It was at that moment that the Doctor noticed Clara rounding the console. He stood up and straightened his bow tie.
"And how do you feel?" asked Clara.
John was looking between the two.
"I'm going to…" he gestured towards the doors and gave the Doctor and Clara some privacy. He had hoped moving out of Kayla and Andrew's flat would provide him with respite from being the third wheel. He chuckled to himself as he entered back into his own room. He felt a bit weird knowing they were both in the TARDIS…about to do god knows what. John grabbed his jacket and decided to go on his own Earthbound adventure. Alone.
…
John had just left the TARDIS. Clara was staring at the Doctor expectantly. Waiting for him to answer her question.
He took a hesitant step towards her. "I feel…feelings. Lots of feelings."
Clara chuckled. "Very enlightening," she said as she took a step towards him.
"New…very, very new feelings. St…strong…um feelings."
Clara took a few more steps towards him as he closed the gap. They were now toe to toe.
"I think I feel those same feelings," said Clara as she looked up at him.
"And you're not… you're not…um, you haven't been drinking?" he asked hesitantly. "And you know that it's me…not, John. It's mmmee…."
Clara put her hands on his chest and started removing his purple tweed as he gulped. He then leaned down and kissed her. She eagerly kissed him back as he gripped her waist then spun her around, so she was pressed against the console.
"She's watching," said Clara in a breathy voice.
The Doctor didn't say anything. Instead, he simply picked her up by her bottom as her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her out of the TARDIS and straight to her own bedroom, placing her on the bed.
She was lying on her back as he hovered over her. The location change brought back his initial hesitations.
"Clara, are you sure. I…I know you want this now, but…I. This isn't a one-time thing for me. I…I love you."
Clara cupped his cheek. "You really are daft. Do you think I split myself into a million lives because I wanted to save the universe? Doctor, I'm selfish. I simply wanted to save you."
The corners of his mouth slightly turned up, but she could tell he was still afraid. "Doctor, I'm saying that I love you too!"
Before she could even take another breath, his mouth was on hers. His hands roamed all over her body.
"Clara, my Clara," he whispered between kisses. She began to undo his trousers as he lifted her skirt up to reveal her knickers. She lifted her hips as he slowly brought them down for her to then kick off onto the floor.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he kissed her neck and began to use his hands in a way that Clara could only describe as "magical."
"I thought you said I wasn't pretty. And my nose was…fuuuunnny," Clara moaned as he touched a particularly sensitive spot.
"The Doctor lies," he said as she continued to writhe under his touch.
"You're trying to make up for last night," she laughed. He nearly stopped his movements but continued.
"Let's not talk about that…now…or, ever." She could tell he was still embarrassed. Clara cupped his face as she kissed the tip of his nose.
"I'll be honest, Doctor, it kind of…turns me on to think that I could get you off so quick. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get a little wet when I found out it was actually you."
The Doctor didn't know how to respond to that other than to groan in arousal at the thought of Clara getting wet for him. He shifted his trousers and pants down as he positioned himself.
"Clara, that…that is…is very…" before he could get the words out, Clara thrust her hips up, taking him in. He gasped and braced his arms before he began to move as well. They were both panting and moaning at the contact. The Doctor grunted in anger as he felt himself already reaching his end. He'd already had enough humiliation from the night before. He wasn't about to finish this soon. He brought his hand back down to where they were joined and began to urge Clara to come with him.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed as her eyes pinched shut. "Yes, just like that. Please."
He smiled into her kiss, knowing that he was making her feel as good as she made him feel. The Doctor could feel the intense pleasure building in his lower stomach and groin. His thrusts became sloppier, and his mouth hung open as he closed his eyes.
"I'm… I'm getting closer," said Clara.
"Cl…Clara…I…I… I'm…" he stopped his thrusting to give her more time.
"Don't stop. Keep going. It's okay." She brought him in for another kiss.
"Clara, I'm not going to last much longer." He sounded almost defeated.
Clara opened her eyes to see him still with his eyes tightly closed. "Look at me," she whispered. He slowly opened his eyes. All he could see was love behind them. He began to move his hips again.
"I love seeing you like this…because of me. Keep going. Don't worry about me. I'll follow you like I've always done. I want to see your face." She brushed his hair off his forehead that was now covered in sweat.
He began to thrust faster, once again feeling the sensation welling up inside him. It wasn't long before he was right on the edge. He opened his eyes once again just as he felt himself peak.
"I'm… I'm…Clara…ughhh."
"Me too," she gasped.
Clara's eyes shut as he spilt himself inside her. She began to elicit a sound that made him twitch. Just like she said, she followed right after him.