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John kissed her back gently, he swore his heart would fall out of his chest. He swallowed and bit down on Clara's lip, deepening their kiss as his tongue explored her mouth. It was slow and gentle, not like all his other kisses had been. She kissed him back, her fingers threading through his hair, massaging his scalp softly as they kissed. Clara tried to pour into the kiss how much he mattered to her. He gently leaned her against the bathroom wall, his tongue dancing with hers. John sighed contently, one of his hands dropping from Clara's face to her waist, pulling her close to him.

As she got closer, one of her hands dropped to his chest, over his heart. She felt it beat under her fingertips and pulled back. "Movie. I want to see what happens. Aaaand they better not die."

John nodded and smiled a little but before he let Clara go back to their sits, he kissed her forehead and then pressed a kiss to her nose, "I won't spoil it. Come on," he said, holding out his hand as he took her back to their seats and carried on with the film, headphones in.

She watched the reminder of the film holding onto his arm. She would definitely put it on her top five favourite movies. She turned towards John and smiled at him. "That was a pretty nice movie, actually."

John was already crying. He had tears down his cheeks but he was smiling at Clara, his blue eyes glancing from her eyes and then to her lips.

"It's one of my favourites, always gets to me. How they have to leave each other and then they find each other again and fall in love all over again. Then at the end, you find out the old couple are actually them... She's just lost her memory."

She wrapped her arms around him as best as he could and squeezed him tight. "I have so many feels right now. I don't want to lose you...or forget you." She cried into his jacket and she knew that it probably could pay for some New Yorkers first uni semester but she didn't care.

John wiped the tears from his face and laughed it off, using his fingers to tilt Clara's head up, "Smile for me, Clara. I promise I won't forget it," he smiled at her, his thumb stroking her cheek lovingly. He could feel himself falling in love with her and there was nothing he could do about it.

She reluctantly smiled up at him. It was in that moment that she realised two things. One, she would do whatever he asked and two, she was already falling hard for him. She wanted him for as long as he'd have her. She bit her lip as she always did when she was thinking and smirked at him. "I'll hold you to that."

John's hand reached out and touched Clara's cheek, his thumb stroking her face as he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, his chin resting on her as he mumbled his reply. "Oh, I bet you will, my Clara…"

She liked the possessive way with which he said her name and also the way he said it. "I like the way you say my name. Mainly the 'R' in it...Clara." she tried to imitate his accent but failed miserably.

"Something like that."

John started to giggle, "God, your Scottish accent is terrible..." He laughed quietly, his shoulders shaking. He leaned away from Clara and then nuzzled his face into her neck, "Clara." He repeated, rolling the 'R' on purpose.

"Oh, like that." She smiled softly, eyes closed. "That's why I let you talk so much. Because I love your accent." She turned her head to kiss his cheek. "Say it again."

John grinned, "Not sure if I should be offended or not.." He laughed and turned his head to look at Clara, glancing to her lips as he slowly said her name, "Clara Oswald."

She inched forward and pecked his lips softly. "I love it. Seriously. And well..." She said as she sat on her seat, slightly turning towards him. "Take it however you want."

John kissed her back, his blue eyes still stuck on Clara as he watched her move around in her seat, "I'm going to take it as a compliment, my Clara,"

She chuckled and hit him lightly on his arm. "Shut up, you can drop it now." Clara looked down trying to hide her smile. Even when they were bantering or being silly, she liked it.

John pouted and covered his arm, pretending to whimper, "Outchies…" He stared down at Clara, rubbing his arm as his other reached out to tickle her, a smirk on his lips.

"Hey!" She laughed a bit, trying not to cause a scene by laughing out loud. She held onto his arm tightly. "Don't, John, no!"

John giggled and continued to tickle Clara, not caring if anybody had noticed. Pictures were being taken of himself and Clara but he didn't care or bother to notice. He eventually stopped tickling Clara and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against her cheek.

Her cheeks were pink from laughing so much and she looked up at him adoringly after he kissed her cheek. "You are such a child." She scolded him gently, still smiling.

John stuck his tongue out at Clara, "You adore me for it," he winked at her and leaned forward to kiss her forehead, his hand on her thigh, fingers stroking her. He couldn't keep his hands off of her.

Clara noticed that he was always touching her, she had never been one to enjoy public displays of affection but she loved the attention she got from him. "Too right." She said as her own hand moved to his knee and gave it a squeeze.

John laughed and eventually calmed down, his head turned to face Clara. His eyes were closing but his hand stayed on her thigh. Eventually he had fallen asleep for the rest of the flight.

When she noticed he had fallen asleep, she carefully removed his glasses and tucked them in the pocket of his suit. She touched his cheek affectionately, mindful of the beard and leaned her head on his shoulder taking a quick nap. When the plane landed, she gently shook him awake. "John...wake up, darling."

John groaned and slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. He smiled at Clara, she was the first thing he saw and he realised he never wanted that to change. He bit his lower lip and shuffled in his seat, sitting up straight as he put his glasses back on, "I'm awake, I'm awake…"

She chuckled and rolled her eyes at him. "Sure, you are." He looked so cute with his sleepy eyes and sleepy voice that she couldn't stop herself from leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Well, up you go, let's leave this tin can."

John slowly stood up, his voice deep and sleepy, "Sure thing love," he said quietly, picking up their suitcases, dragging them out of the plane as he sleepily reached for Clara's hand, stepping into the warm air of Paris' airport.

She held onto his hand, mainly because she didn't wanted to get lost in the crowd or picked up from the crowd and beaten to death in case there were some fangirls. She was good fighting but against multiple people? Ha! She had been to this airport four times in her life, she knew her way around but she still followed him. John nodded and smiled calmly at the fangirls shouting his name and asking him to stop and play his guitar. He tried his best to smile politely and move past them but as soon as he noticed a man make a grab for Clara's shoulder, John turned and hit him square in the nose, knocking him to the floor. He kept his hand clutched to Clara's, trying to pull her through the screaming crowds.

Clara hadn't even noticed the man make a grab for her shoulder and she walked quickly, now walking side by side with John. "What was that for!?" She had to raise her voice to be heard because the crowd was being too loud.

John raised his voice, his face red with anger and a mix of embarrassment, "He made a grab for you! God knows who he was!" he shouted and a security guard came bounding to his side to talk to him.

"Mr Smith, come this way. I'm afraid the French clearly don't know how to welcome the Brits," he said with a strong French accent and pulled them outside to their car. John helped Clara in first, put the bags in the boot and got in the other side, breathing heavily as the driver took them to their hotel.

Even though she had her seatbelt on, she turned to him and took of his hand. "Thanks for that but you have to be more careful next time, John. What if you had punched someone else? Also, do you realise you can be sued now?" She sighed and shook her head.

"Sorry, just try to relax."

John chewed his bottom lip, running his free hand over his face, "I know, but I thought he was trying to hurt you…" He admitted sadly, his voice strained as he ran his thumb over Clara's knuckles as they held hands.

"Protecting you is more important than being sued by some silly twat."

"He probably wanted to get at you and hell, if I had been kidnapped, you'd go all Liam Neeson on them." She leaned forward to kiss the corner of his mouth and caressed his cheek with her free hand.

"Don't worry so much, John Smith."

John leaned forward and kissed Clara a few times, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, his hand at the back of her head, "I'll always worry, Clara Oswald."

"Well, you shouldn't. I'm a big girl." Clara said as she scratched his beard softly. "I can take care of myself just fine." She kissed the tip of his nose and grinned at him.

"I like your nose as well. Very aquiline."

He smirked at Clara and raised his eyebrow, "I know you can take care of yourself, my Clara… You like my nose?" he asked her, trying his best not to laugh at her. His smile faded and he looked at Clara, "I love your eyes…"

"Me too. I use them to see." She replied cheekily while staring at his. She loved them. Even if she didn't want to get up and see the sky, all she had to do was look into his eyes.

John started to laugh, "Don't be cheeky," he giggled and opened the door as the car stopped. He helped Clara out of the car and held her hand as they walked into the hotel and up to their room. It was a beautiful white hotel room and there was a balcony at the back of the room.

Clara looked around, amazed with her surroundings and immediately took off her heels and threw them on the floor along with her bra and pulled John by the hand to the balcony. "You didn't tell me there was a balcony!"

John laughed and placed their suitcases down. He let Clara pull him by his hand and grinned when she looked over the balcony. The view was beautiful and they could see the Eiffel Tower. "Thought it would be a good surprise for you, my Clara..."

"Well, it is." She told him but as she went outside, she realised it was much more than just an ordinary view. It was /the/ view. She turned and smiled softly at him. She looked back at the tower and then back at him again.

"Oh, you come down here." She told him as she stood on the tip of her toes to kiss him, now regretting that she had taken off her heels.

John smiled fondly down at Clara and kissed her back, one of his arms wrapping around her waist, "Yes mam," he giggled and kissed her again, biting down on her bottom lip for more access.

She opened her mouth to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down just a little. Her neck was a little strained but she didn't mind much these days, she was almost used to it.

John lifted Clara into his arms, moving her back into the room to lay her down on the sofa, kissing her gently, "I adore you..." He said quietly, his lips not moving from hers.

"I know." She replied and locked him in place with her hands on his hair as she kissed him. She knew he adored her, he demonstrated that in every way possible.

John kissed her for a few more minutes, taking breaths in between and whispering sweet things to Clara. He was about to move down to her neck when he heard his phone buzz. He growled under his breath and reached for his phone, sitting up straight as he realised what he had been sent.

A picture of the two of them kissing, all over the Internet.