"Where did you want it?" Clara asked. Rory didn't know how to answer. Clara smiled, noticing his shyness. "Well.." She started. "It there any place where you've always wanted to but Amy never let you?"

"I... feel strange saying it out loud..." Rory chuckled a little. "Amy would never let me..." He looked over to the counter by the bed. "I would need the lubricant." He said while blushing.

"Oh, so Amy never let you...?" Clara slowly walked over to the dresser Rory had been eyeing and opened the drawer to find the lube. She handed it over to him. "Is this how you want me?" Clara leaned over the bed.

"Yeah..." Rory whispered as he readied himself.

"I'm surprised Amy wouldn't let you do anal." Clara spoke looking over her shoulder. "Tell me she isn't against oral."

"Oh no, she used to all the time. She even made a game out of it." Rory chuckled. "We used to try and see how many places we could do it in without getting caught. There's a strange rush in almost getting caught, you know." Rory paused for a moment, he was talking about Amy too much when he was trying to forget about her. He slowly let himself inside Clara and watched as she dug her fingernails into the blankets. Her ass was so tight, he'd never felt that sensation before. He took hold of her waist and became more comfortable with each thrust. He was afraid of hurting her at first but she seemed to be rather enjoying herself.

"Don't be timid, Rory." Clara spoke though heavy sighs. "I know you're still angry, I want you to take it out on me. I want you to release it inside me."

Rory took her hair in his hand and lifted her head up while he used his other hand to grab hold of her breast. He pulled her hair and squeezed her tits as he pounded her ass like he hated her. He was so rough but Clara was still begging him for more. Rory grabbed her by her breasts as he thrusted inside her. She moaned loudly with pleasure as he squeezed her tits harder.

"Years I spent wondering what you'd be like. I never would have guessed you were such a fucking masochist." Rory whispered in an uncharacteristically menacing tone. He moved his hands up to her neck, forcing her to arch her back up towards him. He saw her from the mirror opposite them, her breasts heaving and red from where he'd grabbed her so hard. "Look at you. I left marks." He whispered.

"Good." Clara chuckled. "What else have you got?"

With that, Rory squeezed her throat and pumped so hard inside her ass she cried out as if in pain. "Shut up." He pushed her head back down on the bed and smothered her face on the mattress. "The neighbors will hear." He whispered. He let her free to come up for air. Clara chuckled as she tried to catch her breath. "You liked that?" Rory asked. "You're fucking twisted." He squeezed and slapped her ass and made her cry out with pleasure. Rory looked down to see his hands had left red marks all over her ass. The sight of her covered in his fingerprints made him cum into her ass with such force that it began to squirt out before he finished pulling out, pushing her onto the bed. She fell to her side on the bed as the cum slowly dripped out of her. Rory stood over her trembling and short of breath, surprised he'd had it in him to be so rough. Rory almost started to worry until Clara finally spoke.

"That was amazing." Clara was panting and smiling on the bed, all pink and glistening with scratches and sweat.

Rory fell on the bed beside her. "You're out of your mind." He chuckled. They just laid there for a moment in a state of euphoria before Rory caught sight of the time. "Shit!" He jumped out of the bed. "She's on her way." He read her message on his mobile. "You have 1 minute to take a shower, literally one minute."

Clara ran into the shower and quickly cleaned herself up. She felt sort of guilty for what she was hiding from Amy but she couldn't help but smile at having gotten what she wanted. She made a good boy go bad just for her, just like she wanted.

"Go!" Rory opened the shower curtain and got into the shower quickly as Clara quickly stepped out and they nearly tripped over each other. Rory started scrubbing his entire body as if he were wiping off the blood soaked evidence from the scene of some gruesome crime. Guilt washed over him in waves as his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He found himself fighting back tears quickly followed by the urge to punch a hole through the tile on the bathroom wall. It wasn't fair that he felt so much remorse when Amy felt nothing after cheating on him.

Clara got dressed and combed her hair. She'd made sure not to get her hair wet in the shower. She quickly made the bed and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Humming happily, she went over to the stove and put the kettle on. Amy arrived just as the kettle began to whistle. "Hey, Clara." Amy greeted Clara flatly as she threw her purse on the countertop. "Looks like I'm just in time." She grabbed a mug and handed it to Clara.

"Long day?" Clara asked as she poured the tea into Amy's mug.

"Don't get me started." Amy rolled her eyes as she took the mug from Clara. "Where's Rory?" She asked.

Just then, Rory walked down the stairs and stopped at the sight of Amy and Clara casually sipping their tea as if nothing had happened. "What's up?" He asked trying to hide his nervousness.

"Tea, want some?" Amy began to walk over to get him a mug.

"No thanks... I'm fine... thanks" Rory felt like he was breaking under the pressure already. He was so terrible at lying.

"Well, I'm about done so I really ought to get going before it gets too late." Clara sighed. "I have a wonderful pile of terrible essays to read through and grade tonight so... yeah..." Clara said her goodbyes quickly and walked out the door.

"So how was she, Rory?" Amy asked

"How was she where, what do you mean?" Rory was unraveling.

Amy smiled mischievously, "I had a feeling you'd found out about us, The Doctor and me." Amy stood up and put the used mugs in the sink. "I want to be mad but I can't be."

"Can you ever forgive me?" Rory came undone.

"Only if you can forgive me." Amy's eyes were suddenly fighting back tears. "And I don't deserve one, I know I don't. Of course I forgive you." She became serious and cold again, clinical and logical. "It's fine, everything's settled. Now we're even, it's only fair."

"Right." Rory whispered. "It's only fair."