Clara had opted for a black skirt that reached a little higher than her knee and rested comfortably on her waist, a simple black top with sleeves, letting a bit of stomach show and a leather jacket with her favourite shinny stiletto heels. At exactly seven pm, she looked out of the window of her apartment, clutching her purse between her hands and sure enough, there was a black Royals Royce. She gulped and went down stairs. Holly had gone out, leaving her alone at home. The ride to the restaurant was uneventful but once they arrived, she held her breath. She had to admit that she was nervous. John stood outside of the restaurant, playing with his cuff links. He was nervous to say the least. He chewed his bottom lip, checking his watch. Clara wasn't late or early. John looked up and spotted his Royals Royce, a big grin on his face as he waited for Clara to step out of his car. Clara saw him outside, through the tinted glass. She had seen him earlier today, fucked him in his office and now she was nervous? She breathed in and out and the driver opened the door for her and helped her out, then closed the door and went inside the vehicle, leaving Clara to smile shyly at John.
"Um, hello." She waved her hand at him awkwardly, she felt like a teenager all over again.
John's jaw fell open upon seeing her, she was gorgeous, absolutely breath taking. He touched her arm, leaned forward and kissed Clara on the cheek, "Evening, Miss Oswald..." He muttered, acting like the perfect gentlemen. He opened the door for her, a smile on his face.
"Evening, Mr. Smith." She said as she got inside and looked at him for guidance. She had never been in this restaurant, mainly because she couldn't afford it, so she was a bit lost. She looked around, observing the decor until her eyes settled on him again. He was so smartly dressed, she could tell he read the men's fashion magazine. He was dressed almost exactly like one of the models but with a touch that was entirely his.
John carefully guided Clara to their table, right by the window. He pulled out Clara's chair for her, helping her sit down. He sat down opposite her, a polite smile on his face, his blue eyes drinking her in.
She put her purse on a corner of the table and smiled at him, an eyebrow raised. "You look nice, Mr. Smith." Translation: I want to ravage you on top of this table right now.
John looked Clara up and down, not realising he was biting his bottom lip. "You look beautiful, Miss Oswald…" He kept his eyes on her until he was forced to look away, the waiter grabbing his attention.
Clara noticed him biting his lip and smirked to herself. She apparently had done a good job at selecting her outfit. Her scrutiny of John was interrupted by the waiter, who greeted them warmly and offered them both menus, then told them he would be back in a few minutes, leaving them both perusing the contents. Clara chuckled slightly, out of nervousness as she read what they had available. "I might need your help with this."
John couldn't help but imagine himself taking Clara from behind over the table right now. He snapped out of it, looked down at the menu and then looked back up at Clara with a smile on his face once she asked him for help. He leaned across the table so that he could see her menu and pointed at certain foods, his arm touching hers. "What do you fancy?"
"Well, certainly nothing with weird names...is there something simple? I don't know, pasta? I'm a sucker for pasta." She commented as she kept looking at the menu, mindful of his arm touching hers. "Or you could recommend me something? You know best." She looked at him under her eyelashes.
John stared across at her, his blue eyes locking with her brown ones, "The lasagna here is impressive but for you I recommend this pasta..." He leaned right over and pointed at it, his heart hammering against his chest. John loved to be this close to her, taking in her scent and breathing in her perfume. God, she was stunning and looking at her up close only made him weaker at the knees. "I was thinking of having either the lasagna or a big pizza to myself, I'm a sucker for pizza."
"A big pizza?" She asked surprised. "But you are so skinny, how will you eat all that!?" She asked surprise but then again, he was a man. Men somehow ate a lot and almost never gained a pound. She envied his metabolism already. "I think I'll take that pasta. Looks delicious." The last sentence was clearly directed at John because she looked at his lips and then made eye contact with him.
John laughed, throwing back his head, "Yes a big pizza and I can eat all of it, just you watch me..." He spoke quietly into her ear and when she had glanced down at his lips and back up to his eyes, John stared right back at her. "I bet it does," he muttered under his breath, his own blue eyes flicking to Clara's lips.
She put two fingers over his lips and pushed him back, a silent command for him to go back to his seat. "Down, boy. It's a little too early for dessert." She smiled sweetly at him and when the waiter came back she ordered what she wanted and the waiter directed his attention towards John. "And what will you be having, sir?"
John wasn't listening to the waiter. His chin rested on his fist, his blue eyes squinting at Clara as though he was trying to work her out. He coughed and snapped his attention to the waiter, clearing his throat as he picked up the menu, "I'd like a large pepperoni pizza and a bottle of your finest wine," he told the waiter, flashing him a toothy grin as he handed him both of the menu's.
The waiter disappeared and John turned his attention to Clara, about to open his mouth when a young woman came over to them with a few of her friends and yelled 'Aren't you John Smith? You own that awesome magazine about pretty much everything! Love the sex talk, by the way. Can we take a picture with you?' John inwardly cringed, rubbed his eyes and leaned back, a lopsided smile on his face as he stared into the camera. The girls took photos with him and one of them kissed his cheek.
Clara just looked at the interaction, a frown on her face as she looked between the women and John. She didn't realise he was this famous. Where the fuck had she been living? She figured that when she got home, she would certainly google the shit out of him. She bit the inside of her cheek as the girl kissed his cheek, her eyes burning a hole at the girl's face. She wanted to tell her a thing or two but she didn't want to make a scandal so she just looked down at her hands as they fawned over him. John rested his arms on the table, his eyes suddenly finding his knife and fork interesting. One of the girls massaged his shoulders and then went to leave, giggling and whispering to each about him. After a few minutes of John awkwardly staring at the table, he looked up and locked eyes with Clara, his face red with embarrassment.
She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes as he looked at the forks and toyed with them a bit. He felt as awkward as she did, so that was a relief. She decided to put him out of his misery. "Didn't realise you were that famous. And the sex talk, hmm? I'm interested about that." She said as she leaned forward biting her lip. "I mean, if your talk is as good as the real deal, I can see how you are so successful."
John raised his eyebrow, his heart racing, "I'm not famous." He insisted, leaning across the table to really look at Clara. "You really have no idea about my magazine, do you?" He asked her, a playful smirk on his face as he dropped his eyes to her lips, "My talk is as good as the real deal," he smirked at Clara, his eyes moving back up to hers.
"Not famous? So random pretty girls can come over and take pics?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. She realised that she sounded like a jealous girlfriend and tried to calm herself. She was not his girlfriend. She had no such right over him. "I don't have any idea, sorry. I rarely read anything from magazines. I hate their glossy pages. I prefer the rough ones from books. Always have." Biting her lip in a way that she hoped was sexy, she said. "Tell me about your magazine."
John smirked to himself, "Jealously is a bitch." He muttered underneath his breath, hoping she didn't hear him.
He watched her bite her own lip and felt his trousers tighten. How could she be so cute but hot at the same time? He leaned closer to her, his voice low, "My magazine is about everything any human being needs to know. From family advice, to relationship advice. Food, furniture, you know, something new..." He paused when the waiter came over with their wine bottle and poured them two glasses. Once he had left, John sipped his wine.
"It even has a full page dedicated to sex tips and short stories."
She took her glass of wine and smelled it. She had taken a sip when she heard the last part and nearly choked. She forced the wine down, which tasted very good. "Sex tips and also sexy stories, I bet? Bloody hell." Her cheeks turned a rosy pink. No wonder the girls were literally throwing themselves at him.
"It sounds like a good thing to add to a magazine...it certainly something humans desperately need." She thought about some men she had been with and yes, they sorely needed any sex tips they could find. "You must be like a sex god in people's eyes, then. I'm starting to think of you as one."
John smirked at Clara, raising his thick eyebrows, "Are you okay?" He asked her, his hand almost touching hers as his blue eyes locked onto hers once again. She had almost choked, although he didn't really understand why. He placed down his wine class and lowered his voice, "Nothing wrong with being a sex god, sex is beautifully addicting..." He trailed off, his eyes watching Clara, studying her.
Clara was starting to worry that John was some kind of sex addict freak. After all, it wasn't too far off by the way he had been staring at her like that for quite some time. Will she ever go out with some normal bloke? Apparently not. She was wondering if New York was the city of the crazies, even though she had been here for six months, she had had her fair share of crazy people. She decided to test the waters by raising her leg under the table and caressing the side of his leg with her foot. "Sounds like you are addicted to sex." She practically purred.
John raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly darkening, "Clara..." He warned, a growl forming in his throat. He wasn't entirely addicted to sex, he had just gotten used to one night stands and being used by younger women who weren't happy with their young and inexperienced boyfriends. John hadn't felt emotions in years, he had broken himself down since divorcing River and hadn't felt anything for anybody since. Until he met Clara. He chewed his bottom lip and stared down at the table, trying to control himself.
"I love it when you say my name like that." She stopped torturing him and crossed her legs again, like the lady she was. Their food came and she couldn't keep her eyes off of John's pizza. It was huge. She looked down at her plate and she had to admit that it looked and smelled delicious.
John tried to control his hard on, shuffling in his seat. He wasn't usually this easy, but Clara could make him weak at the knees. He cleared his throat and started to eat his pizza, eating it all just like he said. She watched him eat as she ate her pasta. She let out a few involuntary moans because it was the best pasta she ever had. She didn't mind eating in silence, in fact, she preferred it. John raised his eyebrow and tried not to pay attention to the sounds she was making and sipped his wine, sitting back in his chair. He found that dates could get boring and awkward if they talked too much.
She finished her pasta, not even leaving the sauce on the plate and leaned back on her chair, the wine cradle in her hand as she looked at him. "So let's catch up. What have you been up to?" She sipped a bit of her wine then she remembered a much more important question. "Wait, that night, you said you were in your fifties but you never said for sure...how old are you now, exactly?"
John eventually finished the entire pizza and raised his eyebrow at Clara, he too finished off his wine, "I'm fifty six, coming up fifty seven..." He said and then began to smirk at her, "I look good for my age, I know."
"Very good, in fact." She said looking at him with a playful smirk. A part of her was going mental, though, saying that he was almost her dad's age while a much bigger part was extremely excited. She decided to pay attention to the excited part of her. "I'm impressed that it even works like it's supposed to." She teased.
John choked on the last of his wine. Not out of shock, but from trying to suppress his laughter. He placed his wine down and giggled like a school boy, covering his mouth, "Of course it works like it's supposed to, all men's penis' works like they're supposed to. It's just some men are too scared to still have sex incase they die of heart attacks after putting way too much effort in." He smirked at her, thick eyebrows raised.
She smiled fondly at him as she leaned forward to listen to what he was saying. His giggle was so precious, she loved it. She made it her goal to make him laugh as often as she could. "Woah, I didn't think about it that way...poor men, really. They always joke saying that a great way to go would be while shagging someone but when the time comes, they don't even put that much of an effort. Two minutes tops. Embarrassing."
John continued to giggle, his heart racing as he leant closer to Clara. God, her smile was adorable. "Two minutes?! I last half an hour or an hour, tops." He winked at her, still giggling. He couldn't seem to stop.
His laugh was so contagious that she had no choice but joining in. She tried to cover her smile with her hand as she looked down, her shoulders shaking with laughter. "I know! You nearly made me miss lunch! But yes, two minutes. There are too many two minutes men in this world." She admitted as she shook her head, trying to make her laughter go away.
John threw his head back, his laughter becoming louder and louder. He'd never much liked company but Clara's company was an exception. She was just so graceful and her laughter was music to his ears. He'd never met someone so beautifully complicated. Clara was beautiful, funny, kind, angry and playful but she was also a huge control freak with tendencies to not listen to other people and he had noticed how many times she had put her foot in it over the night but he never said a thing. What was the point? She'd only argue with him and he appreciated her company far too much. Watching her laugh made him feel incredibly lucky to be sat right in front of her.
"I am definitely not a two minute man. God, I apologise on behalf of those two minute men. They really don't know how to screw women, do they?" He asked her, a giant smirk on his face as he refilled his drink and then refilled hers.
"They really don't know!" She said as she calmed down a little and gently wiped some unshed tears from her eyes. When she laughed, she cried a little as well, but out of happiness, she just couldn't contain it. How could he appear to be a dick, then a dominant man in the sack, a control freak afterwards, then the sweetest guy she had ever met, all in one? She took another sip of her wine and thanked him for refilling it since she had finished it earlier in their meal. She was a small woman and she could never handle her liquor quite well. She felt already a bit tipsy. "Tell you what, I was with this Bruce Willis lookalike once, we had been dating a bit. Anyway, on the third date we decided to go all the way. So we are making out in his apartment and somehow I end up on the floor, about to give him a blowjob. Long story short, he tells me to choke on it when it didn't even touch the back of my bloody throat and then he came and fell asleep." She rolled her eyes and drank more wine.
"I left afterwards, obviously."
John downed his other glass, pouring his third. He sipped it, trying his best not to laugh. "Oh my god, how small was he?" He giggled, his eyes watering from how much he had laughed, "You can choke on mine anyway," he winked at her, becoming incredibly flirty the more he drank.
"Frankly I don't remember, but I do remember faking I was gagging...for his ego, mind you, he was a sweet guy." She admitted. At his comment, she once again caressed his legs with her foot. "Quiet you, or I'll make sure you have a not so little problem in your downstairs department for the rest of the night."
John leaned forward, his hand reaching inbetween Clara's legs as he rested it on her thigh, hoping his hand was warm. "You sure I can't do that to you, Miss Oswald?" He asked her, his blue eyes staring into her brown ones.
She gulped, his warm hand on her cold skin made her skin break into goosebumps. "I would have a problem but at least it's easy to hide." She brought her leg up with great effort and caressed his dick with the tip of her foot. A wicked smirk in place.
John growled under his breath, his eyes watching her as though she was his prey. He groaned quietly, his hand moving up her skirt, challenging her.
"Oi, no you don't." She said as she stopped her movements and put her hand on top of his while it rested on her thigh. "Not everything is a challenge, sir. Sometimes you have to let me have my fun."
John laughed and winked at Clara. He removed his hand and sat back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest.
She drank the rest of her wine while looking at him. He was so hot, so goddamn handsome and she wanted nothing more than thread her fingers through his ear. Which made her think of another question. "Why the change of style? Were you looking to be in the magazine's 100 most desirable daddies in New York City?"
John giggled and then stared at Clara, his eyes searching hers. "If you call me daddy again, I'm going to take you on this table right now…"
"Is that a threat, daddy?" She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing, her eyes shining with mischief. They both know he couldn't fuck her on this table. He was only saying it for show and shock value. Too bad, she could play that game as well.
John laughed, took a once over around the entire room and then dived underneath the table, pulling the cloth over him so nobody could see where he had gone. The moment he dived under the table was the moment she knew she had fucked up. Oh fuck, he really is going to-? She cut her train of thought and tried to stand. Not because she didn't want it, au contraire, but she didn't want to get arrested for public indecency. John grinned and grabbed her leg before Clara could move out of the way and his breath was hot on her thigh, his hands pulling her skirt up. Once he had her skirt half way up her body, John pressed light and delicate kisses against Clara's inner thighs, his hands holding her down. How dare she assume he wasn't man enough to do such a thing.
Clara's breath hitched in her throat and she tried grabbing for his hair and gently tugged him away from her thighs. Public sex or even public oral sex wasn't something she was into but damn him, just by being down there, between her legs, excited her a little. She tried to look under the table. "John!" She whispered furiously. "Come up now!"
John didn't listen. He hated how she would just assume she could tease him and not face the consequences. He growled against Clara and pressed his tongue to her underwear, his hands holding her down to her seat.
Her hands fluttered nervously under the table and she told herself to relax as she brought them up on the table. She refilled her glass of wine and brought it to her lips, her hands shaking. Yep, he was crazy and this was a lesson for her. At least, that's what she thought he was hoping to achieve. She had challenged him and now she had to adhere to the consequences. John smirked against Clara's thigh and tore down her underwear, his tongue dragging along the inside of her thigh, teasing her. Oh, she was so going to pay for this.
She sucked a lungful of air and put her glass down, gripping the edges of the table. A couple of people looked at her, concern written on their faces and she just waved then away with a hand gesture and a smile. She so wanted to kill John for making her go through this. She took out her phone from her bag and pretended she was making a call to disguise the fact that she was talking to him. "John, please...stop, please." She hated begging but right now, that was her last resort.
John giggled quietly under his breath, his heart racing as his tongue flicked over Clara's clit and then pushed his tongue inside of her, refusing to let go and stop.
Her legs tensed and she leaned back on the chair, a surprised expression on her face, a gasp escaping her. She gulped and a waiter came over. "Miss, are you okay?" She nodded frantically. "Y-yes, yes! Everything is..." She hissed. "Jolly good. Pretty good in fact, please leave." The waiter looked at her in a weird way and retreated. "John, I've learnt my lesson, I'm so sorry, fuck!" She muttered at the phone, which she had brought up to her ear once the waiter had left.
John wanted her to cum, he wanted to make her fall apart right in front of everyone. He growled and held her hips tighter, his tongue moving inside her incredibly fast. He found it incredibly cute how Clara thought a tiny apology would make him stop. She was adorable and her moans were only making his trousers tight. She started breathing heavily and banged her fist on the table, she was close, so close but how could she hold her moans!? Her face was red and in an effort to tear him away from her, she shut her legs tight around his head, hoping that would discourage him. That bastard, that'll teach him, she thought.
John growled and gripped her thighs, his fingers marking her skin. He bit down on her clit deliberately in response to Clara trying to push him away. Eventually he had stopped, but only because he decided to refuse her an orgasm. He wiped his mouth and slowly sat back into his chair, making it out like he had just got back from the toilet, "Sorry, I had to take a call..."
"Fuck you and your call." She growled at him and put her head in her hands as she breathed heavily. Her skin felt sticky from sweat. She had pushed him away right as she was about to cum, but why was she so angry? She then realised, by his smugness, that it hadn't been her choice at all. It was his. She took off her leather jacket, revealing her naked shoulders and her rather prominent collar bones. She glared at him. "I want to freaking delete your face from this plane of existence with a bat."
John sat back in his seat, hiding his smirk behind his fist as he stared at her, his eyes devouring her. She even had perfect collarbones and her skin was so beautifully tanned all he wanted to do was run his hands all over Clara. He raised an eyebrow at her, "Nice choice of words there, Miss Oswald... Now I know why you're a secretary. Even thought of becoming a Journalist?"
She glared at him as she adjusted her skirt. She had heard something tearing apart while he was down there so she guessed it had been her underwear. Damn him. "I've never even considered it." She said truthfully. "I hear is a big market and it's hard to get into it." She refused to look at him as she toyed with the cutlery.
John finished his wine and slowly stood from his chair, paying the bill, "Should we go?" He asked Clara, a playful smirk on his face as he walked towards her and held out his arm.
She stood as well, collecting her bag and accepted his arm. She leaned up and said softly. "I am so very cross with you." Pulling back, she flashed him a smile and nodded towards the exit. "Lead the way, Mr. Smith."
John giggled like a child and walked Clara towards the exit, her arm looped through his. "With pleasure, Miss Oswald..." He muttered quietly, leading her towards the Royals Royce outside. He opened her car door for her, shut it and went to his side. He got in, clipped in his seatbelt and leaned across to whisper into Clara's ear, "Back to your flat, I assume?"
She sat straight, her bag between them both as her jacket was laid across her lap. She turned her head to the side, looked at his lips and then at his eyes. "Yes, I need my beauty sleep because I have to get up early tomorrow for work, boss."
John sniffed, nodded and glanced down to Clara's lips, his arm on the seat just behind her. "You don't need beauty sleep, Clara…" He muttered, his eyes flicking back up to hers.
She raised an eyebrow. "But I do need to work and be there at around 6:40am..." She muttered and raised her hand to his hair, messing it a bit. She had wanted to do that for quite some time, why not do it now? "Although I guess I can go to bed around midnight and get at least 5 or 6 hours of sleep if you have anything else in mind."
John reached out his hand and touched Clara's cheek, his thumb stroking her, "I have something else in mind..." He muttered, calling to the driver to take them to his flat. They drove to the central of New York City were a huge block of flats lit up in a neon blue colour. John helped Clara from his car and pulled his coat over her face as paparazzi turned up and took photos of them.
Clara walked hurriedly with him, not really seeing where she was going but she had an idea that some paparazzi was there. She now realised how public his life was and that was kind of intimidating. John slammed the door in their face, he covered his own face with his arm, an angry expression written all over him, that would be in the papers tomorrow. He growled and let Clara to the lift and then into his flat. He opened the door and closed it behind them, taking off his jacket. His flat had a beautiful view of the city, windows all around. His floors were marble and his living room and kitchen were joined in one. He had large, white sofas and a huge TV sat on the wall accompanied with large paintings of various naked women, his name was written on the bottom of each painting…