Four Months Later – Promises of Paris
12th February
London, John's office
Over four months later, John Smith had become smitten with Clara Oswald and it was almost Valentine's Day. He loved the way she talked and the way she laughed. He admired her completely. John arrived late into work and rushed into his office, wearing a pink suit with his hair all over the place. He wore a black tie and brown loafers to complete his look. He had an odd dress sense to say the least but people seemed to love him more for it. In the last four months, John had become more popular and his magazines were rocketing. Life could not get any better for him. Clara hated his pink suit. No, she loathed it the moment she set her brown eyes on him as he came in but he would never know that she disliked that suit. These last four months had been phenomenal. They still had a good relationship -professional and personal, that surprised her still. She waited until he was settled to go inside with his coffee ready and his correspondence.
She set them gently on the table. "I've organized the mail from most important to least important, okay? And congratulations on the magazines. I'm hearing rumours that you might go international." She raised an eyebrow at him.
John looked up at Clara, a playful smirk on his face. He picked up his coffee and drank it slowly, winking up at his girlfriend. "Thank you, for the coffee too, my Clara. I believe I may go international too, although I really do hate the gossip about me."
She rolled her eyes at him and leaned forward on his desk. "Well, darling, get used to it. There's a lot of weird gossips about you out there. It's hard to keep track." She smiled at him and looked behind herself to see a few people walking hurriedly with papers and whatnot. She turned back to him.
John looked Clara up and down, wiping the coffee from his face as he placed it down. He adjusted the glasses on his face and smiled sweetly up at her, "Weird gossip?" He asked her, taking off his glasses as he wiped them clean with his pink jacket.
"Like what?"
"Oh, the usual." She shrugged as she sat on the edge of the desk to his left. "That I am a witch and I've snared you or such non-sense and my personal favourite." She smiled at him as she said and started swinging her legs, unable to contain her excitement because that was the weirdest gossip of them all.
"That you are actually gay and you are using me to cover up for your..." She looked at him up and down and shrugged.
"Gayness."
John tried to keep a straight face, his chin resting on his fist. He couldn't contain himself, he started to giggle uncontrollably, taking off his glasses as he put them down on his desk. "Me? Gay?" He asked her, pointing at himself.
"Yeah, you, you tall ponce!" She said with a chuckle. "And that pink suit is surely going to point them in the 'right' direction." She laughed and shook her head at him.
"Are you hiding some hot guy at your place, hmm? I get jealous, mister."
John kept on giggling, unable to stop himself, "The pink suit is the only one I haven't worn and it would have been a waste of money if I didn't wear it but I see the media's point. I do look gay and I do own a men's magazine..."
He raised his eyebrow at Clara suggestively, smirking at her, "Yeah I have, his name is Dominic, I had him imported from Italy. Want to meet him? Threesome on the cards here…"
She made it out as if she was thinking and crossed her legs. "Weeeell, a threesome does sound great but you wouldn't want to share me, would you?" She got off the desk and kissed his cheek hard, to leave the mark of her lip-stick on his cheek.
"Besides, you can always go shopping with Dominic."
John grabbed Clara around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her legs around him as his other hand grabbed her face, a stern look on his face but his blue eyes were playful, "I would never share you. You are mine, Clara Oswald. Do you understand me?"
She smirked at him, her eyes darting to his lips briefly and then to his face. "Of course." She toyed with his tie a little and looked at him under her eyelashes.
"As long as I don't have to share you either."
John released his grip on Clara's face but his thumb touched her bottom lip, his eyes casting down to where his thumb was, "You won't ever have to share me, Oswald. In fact, I have a trip to France this week for a fashion show. Would you like to accompany me? It will be for a week..."
"If it's a work trip, do you really need me there? And if it isn't, can we have no one being here for a week?" She raised an eyebrow at him. She had been to France but never for a fashion show. She had always gone there for the wine. Her mouth watered at the thought of wine.
John raised his eyebrow, "Are you refusing to go to France?" He questioned her, using his free hand to pick up his coffee and drink it before it went cold, his other hand slipping around Clara's waist to hold her on his lap.
"My sister, Donna will take over for the week, she knows what she's doing. And you can meet her, if you'd like."
"I...well, in that case, yes. I'll go with you." She kissed his lips softly and pulled back with a smile. "That'd be nice and I'd like to meet your sister."
John's fingers rested at the back of Clara's neck, his fingers running through the strands of her hair, "Just one tiny catch, we leave tomorrow…" He trailed off and then kissed Clara before she could say anything.
"And Donna is on her way here now," he told her and bit his bottom lip, watching her reaction.
She just gaped at him and narrowed her eyes at him. "You fucker, y-you planned this!" She huffed and shook her head. "How will I have clothes ready for a week!? I was going to do the laundry tomorrow and I will just start by telling you that I don't have time to buy something appropriate for a fashion show." She glared at him but she couldn't stay mad at him for long.
"I am angry at you but I also want to snog you because I love how your mouth tastes after you've drank coffee." She caressed his face and then stopped.
"Wait, your sister is coming now!?"
John listened to her, smirking as she complained to him. After Clara mentioned kissing him his eyes flickered to her lips, blue eyes darkening, "I have clothes ready for you, I bought them for you and had them washed. You're all packed back at the flat..." He muttered quietly, biting his bottom lip, "I love how your mouth tastes all the time..."
He was going to lean forward and kiss Clara but then he heard her question. "Yes... She'll be here in an hour. Don't worry though, it will be okay."
She groaned a little and looked at him as she played with his tie. "You are such a controlling prat. I don't like it when you get like that. You should have consulted me..."
John looked Clara up and down, his heart pounding, "Just shut up and kiss me..." He told her as he sent Clara a wink, a strong and determined tone in his voice.
She held his face gently and obeyed. Touching his lips softly with her own, teasingly. Her thumbs traced his cheekbones and she smiled happily at him. Clara knew what he meant when he said 'kiss me' but she wasn't going to give him exactly what he wanted.
"I've got work to do, Mr. Smith."
John's grip tightened around Clara's waist, a glare sent her way, he didn't say a word but he kept her held tight in his grip, breathing heavily into her mouth as his lips brushed hers. She rolled her eyes at his antics and closed the gap between their lips. She didn't waste any time in opening his mouth and playing with his tongue as she kissed him, eyes closed. John's eyes closed as soon as their mouths were joined again. He kissed her with so much force he almost pushed her from his lap. His tongue danced with Clara's, his hand reaching up to rest against her neck. She let him control the kiss as her hands held onto the lapels of his suit. He was just such a good kisser. She bit on his lip softly to gain his attention.
John groaned quietly into Clara's mouth, his fingers on the hem of her skirt as his hips moved against her once. He pulled away, breathing heavier than before, his eyes still closed, "Clara..." He muttered, his eyes refusing to open as he pulled her body close to his.
She smiled at him softly and kissed the tip of his nose. "We've got work to do, darling. We can have fun later, okay?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed another kiss to his mouth.
John kissed her back, letting out another groan but this one in annoyance, "I miss you too much when you're gone..." he told her quietly, opening his blue eyes to stare intently at Clara, his hand running down her side and massaging her hipbone.
He was just too fucking cute sometimes. "As I do, what else do you think I do? I work and think about you...besides, you informed me that we have a whole week for ourselves, so..." She traced one of her hands down his chest and cupped his cock through his trousers.
"We can have a lot of fun then in that week."
John's muscles tensed and his jaw clenched as Clara cupped him through his trousers, taking in a sharp intake of breath as he kept eye contact with her, "I have a few ideas," he muttered under his breath, keeping eye contact with Clara as he reached in between her legs and pressed his palm against her underwear, a small smirk on his lips that he wasn't trying to make too obvious.
She raised an eyebrow at him, her hand not moving. "I am too afraid to ask what those ideas might be." She could never get the upper hand with him. She bit her lip a little as she looked down at his hand.
John leaned forward and pressed a few more kisses to Clara's lips, his fingers tracing along her inner thighs as he growled against her lips, "You better jump off before I can't control myself..." He trailed off, his blue eyes dropping from Clara's eyes to her lips.
She took heed of his warning and jumped off his lap. Righting her skirt, she went around his chair and pushed it against his desk. "I did have a temporary solution, love. You did your job with your laptop while I was under the desk sucking you off...next time, I think." She kissed his temple and hurried for the door, winking at him as she closed it behind her.
John growled under his breath, glaring at Clara as she left. He let out a groan and let his head fall back, already hard from just thinking about it. He rolled his eyes and shifted uncomfortably, taking out his phone as he sent a text to his girlfriend, 'You fucking tease! Xxx'
Her phone vibrated on her desk and she took it. When she saw his name on her phone, she started chuckling. 'But you wouldn't have me any other way. Having problems down there? ;) xx' she sent it and continued doing her work, as if nothing had happened.
John smirked to himself and leaned forward in his chair, adjusting his glasses as he answered his phone, 'You're the only woman who can make me this hard, that quickly xx' he looked up and winked at Clara, waiting for her to read his message. It was both sweet and hot all at the same time.
Clara sent him a kiss when he winked at her and turned to read the text. Her cheeks reddened slightly and she cleared her throat. 'That's a great achievement. Only reading about how hard you are is making me wet. Perhaps if you keep texting, I might take pity on you and relieve you of your 'problem'. xx'
John started to grin and concentrated on typing, a raise of his eyebrow, 'I can't tell you how much I want to eat you out right now underneath your desk. Kiss your thighs, drag my tongue down your inner thigh... Taste you until you're pushing me away from cumming too hard. Xx'
She bit her lip and clenched her thighs. 'You are such a bastard.' She stopped typing to look at the hour and then resumed typing. 'We have at least 30 minutes until your sister is here, with ten minutes to spare. Should we go for it? xx' her finger hovered over the 'send' button and then she pressed it and looked back at him to see his face.
John smirked and stared at Clara with an icy blue stare, his heart pounding. He growled under his breath and tilted his head, motioning for Clara to come into his office.
She put everything in order and walked to his office, closing the door behind her. "The blinds, John." She said as she sat on a chair in front of his desk. Not waiting for him, she took the control that controlled the blinds and pulled them down. "Couldn't even answer a simple text?" Clara stood and walked to stand behind him, her hands on his shoulders as she whispered in his ear.
"Or were you just too impatient?"
John smirked and watched as the blinds came down. He grinned and stood up, slamming Clara as hard as he could against the wall behind them. He kissed her hard, his hands around her waist as he immediately lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as one of his hands roamed her body. He couldn't get enough of her, to him Clara Oswald was walking perfection. She yelped in pain as she made contact with the wall but that was soon forgotten when he started kissing her. Her arms went around his neck kissing him hard as she pressed him close to her with her legs.
John bit down hard on Clara's bottom lip, opening her mouth as his tongue danced with hers. He decided he was going to be rough with her and she knew what to say if he took it too far. John's hand reached down and unbuckled his belt, his trousers falling to the floor along with his boxers. He breathed heavily into Clara's mouth and yanked her skirt and underwear down with his hand.
"Oi!" Was her only protest. "You break something, I'll break your cock." She said into his mouth as she grabbed his chin and kissed him roughly, her other hand holding the back of his neck.
John pretended to gasp, "Outch! Such a nasty threat," he growled under his breath and kissed Clara back, biting on her lip hard as his tongue battled for dominance against hers. John pulled away slowly and adjusted himself, keeping eye contact as he slowly pushed inside of Clara.
"Still want to break my cock now?"
She moaned as he pushed inside her and adjusted her legs around his waist. "Not now, no." She started kissing along his neck and stopped once she reached his ear.
"Fuck me good if you don't want me to change my mind." She pulled back to smile at him.
John laughed and immediately picked up the pace, slamming her up against the wall with each thrust, his lips attacking her neck as he pinned one of her wrists against the wall.
Her breathing was faster and laboured as she tried to rock against him slightly. Every time he thrusted into her, she gasped softly, the hand that was now on his shoulder was clawing at him as she had her head leaned to the side, eyes closed and mouth open in bliss as he fucked her and kissed her neck. "That's so good, daddy."
John grin faded from his face as he pushed himself all the way inside of Clara, slamming her against the wall harder as he bit down on her lip, "Call me daddy again," he snarled, loving the sensation of Clara clawing at his shoulder.
"Mmm, daddy." She moaned as she chewed her lip. He always bit it hard, thankfully not hard enough to draw blood. He filled her so completely. She rocked on him a little and looked at him with hooded eyes.
Just as John was about to move himself deeper inside of Clara, a ginger haired woman pushed the door open and his eyes grew wide as she screamed and shouted, "Jesus Christ, what the hell John?!"
Clara screamed in shock at first and when John was too stunned to answer, Clara awkwardly did. "So, I um, I guess you are his sister... nice to, um...meet you?" She smiled at her nervously.
"John, put me down!" She whispered at him.
John groaned as he pulled out of Clara and threw her underwear at her, pulling on his boxers. Donna swallowed and pointed between them, "How long has this been a thing?" She asked and John rolled his eyes, covering Clara up, "You're early."
Clara put on her underwear and fixed her clothes as she stood in between John and the wall. She was mortified to say the least. Right now would be great for the ground to swallow her and spit her on a dark alley in London.
Donna had the sassiest look on her face and John couldn't help but smirk. Of course his sister wasn't angry with him or even Clara. "How old is she?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest as the redhead eyed Clara. John rolled his eyes and pulled on his trousers, buckling his belt.
"Uh, I think I can answer that for myself...I'm 27..." Clara said as she brushed a hand through her hair, trying to get it to look a bit presentable. Clara didn't know much about the redhead so on the inside, she was petrified while on the outside she was trying her hardest to play it cool.
Donna started to giggle and point at John, "Oh god, you've done it again!" she laughed, shaking her head as she left and closed the doors, telling them she'd be outside waiting for them to compose themselves. John cleared his throat and stared down at the floor, adjusting his glasses.
"Done it again?" She asked with a frown as she looked at him and then outside. Why was her heart beating so fast? Her chest felt too tight. "Done what? Fucked another young secretary, is that it?"
John swallowed and shook his head, taking off his glasses as he wiped them with his shirt, "Just leave it, Clara..." He told her calmly, sitting down to answer more of his emails or rather the last of them.
She put her hands on her hips. She wouldn't argue with him. Not now anyway. "I will leave it but you have to explain later." She left the room and stopped by her desk to get her pills, a knot in her throat.