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Clara was under him and she realised the change in his mood quickly. "What-" she started sitting up. "What's the problem? What does it say?" She said as she moved to peek at his phone.
John sighed, clearly irritated by it. He turned the phone and showed it to Clara, a frown on his face. "This is on the plane. How did they get their hands on this?"
"Ah, shit." She sighed and took his phone from his hands to inspect the picture closely.
"Must have been one of the passengers. I could try to trace it and see who posted it, maybe?" She smirked at him.
He raised his eyebrow, an impressed look on his face, "You can actually do that?" He asked her and then shrugged his shoulders, pointing at the phone, "Be my guest, Miss Oswald…"
"I can." She laid back down with his phone and got busy, a focused look on her face. She found the culprit in just a few minutes and showed it to John.
"Just your average passenger who happened to know who you were." She read the caption the picture had and smirked at him.
"Apparently this says we were behaving like two love-birds and that we were lucky there weren't any children around because we were being rather scandalous. Wow. What a lying scumbag. About the scandalous thing. We do look rather cute." She zoomed in on the picture and smiled as she looked at it.
John laid down with Clara and watched her get to work on his phone. He raised an eyebrow whilst he watched her, he was impressed to say the least. How much did he pay her again?
"Scandalous? God, how old was this guy?" He asked her, a genuine confused look on his face. He looked at the picture and tilted his head, "We do look quite cute. You look beautiful, darling. So is this real then? We're a couple and we're telling people?"
"Mmm, late fifties...he posted it on Facebook by the way." She scrolled down to the comments and some were nice, wishing them happiness but there were others not so nice. She scrolled back up to the picture and saved it out of habit, thinking it was her phone, then put it on the table to their left.
"Well, I thought we are quite real...this thing we have...and well, if you want to tell people, sure, go ahead and if you don't want to and want to keep things private, you are allowed to."
John placed his hands behind his head, grinning to himself, "We're a thing. Just don't go wearing rings on your fingers, next thing you know we'll be all over the papers for the next big wedding," he rolled his eyes and scratched his beard.
"I am tempted to do so just to see where they think the wedding might be." Clara stood up and stretch a little. "I'm going for a shower. You coming?" She paused to remove her underwear and threw it at him and then chuckled and went to the bathroom.
John raised his eyebrow and smirked as he caught Clara's underwear, winking at her as he walked after her, "Should that even be a question?"
Clara smirked at him as she stripped and used a hair tie she had around her wrist to tie her hair. "I like to ask or would you have preferred me to drag you here?"
John dropped her underwear on the floor, his jaw dropping as he watched Clara strip. It still made him weak at the knees whenever she undressed in front of him. His eyes took in her body, his breathing becoming unsteady. "Whatever you want, my Clara…"
She chuckled and smacked his chest softly. "You become such an idiot when you see me naked." Clara walked up to him and helped him out of his suit jacket, then started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing every inch of his skin as it became exposed.
"I love it, actually...makes you look more adorable."
John laughed a little, tone full of nerves, his heart pounding, "Only you can make me weak at the knees, Clara Oswald..." He told her, his hands reaching out to touch her waist. He pulled away from Clara, took off his glasses and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, dropping it to the floor as he tensed his muscles, winking at her.
Clara bit her lip as she looked at him and touched his chest. "I like what I see. Been working out behind my back?" She raised an eyebrow at him, teasingly. He was a skinny man for the most part but damn him, he did make her salivate with his skinny body.
John laughed and shook his head, "Of course not. You've just never seen me tense my muscles..." He started to giggle but then his grin was replaced by a smirk as he reached down and unbuckled his trousers, keeping eye contact with Clara.
"Ah, yes. I'm pretty busy coming down from my high to see you tense when you cum." She walked backwards, her eyes on his hands as he unblucked his trousers. She stopped when her back hit the edge of the sink and she gripped it tight. She hoped she got to see him strip slowly, he was so damn beautiful.
John looked down at his crotch, smirking to himself as he pulled his belt from his trousers incredibly slowly. He only looked up at her when he stepped out of his trousers, he was already straining against his boxers. John ran a hand through his thick grey hair, scratching his beard as he looked up at Clara, blue eyes dark.
Clara moaned aloud, gripping the edge of the sink harder and crossing her legs to rub herself discreetly. She looked at him up and down, unashamedly devouring him with her eyes. "Take them off." She whispered softly as her tongue darted out to lick her lips.
John winked at Clara, his heart racing as he kept eye contact with her, his hand moving into his boxers. He raised his eyebrow and let out a quiet growl, slowly pulling them down as he freed himself from his boxers, stepping out of them. Her eyes lingered for quite a bit on his erection as she gathered her strength to walk towards him. Once in front of him, she pulled him down for a kiss with her hand gripping his chin as her other hand grabbed his erection in a soft grip. She kissed his cheek a couple of times and then the corner of his mouth, her lips hovering over his, a smirk in place. John's breath caught in his throat, letting out a low groan as Clara grabbed his erection. He breathed heavily, his lips parting as he stared at her, his hand reaching in between her legs.
She slapped his hand away. She loved the feel of him in her hand, hot and ready. She started kissing him slowly, eyes open to see his face as she kissed him and stroked him. She wanted to do something for him seeing as it had been a stressful day. Tonight was for him.
John closed his eyes, letting out a low groan, "Clara..." He muttered, leaning forward to kiss her, biting down on her bottom lip for access, his tongue exploring her mouth.
She opened her mouth greedily for him as he explored her mouth. She started walking and stopped once his back hit the wall, she smiled into the kiss.
John raised his eyebrow, his tongue dancing with Clara's. His breath caught in his throat, panting heavily as he pulled away to look into her eyes. "Clara Oswald."
She released him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest to look up at him. "That's my name, yeah."
He laughed and shook his head, kissing the top of Clara's head. He moved away from her and stepped into the shower, turning it on as it soaked his hair, "Come on," he said, his blue eyes dancing.
"Bastard." She muttered under her breath but followed him in. She turned to inspect the different bottles there and showed one to him. "Shampoo, for those luscious curls of yours."
John smirked and raised his eyebrow, quickly massaging the shampoo into his hair. He washed it out quickly and then reached for Clara, pulling her into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist, the water cascading over both of them.
She tried to be mad at him but she really couldn't. Not when he was all wet. "You know..." Clara started saying as she moved her hair away from her face. "I used a hair tie to not wet my hair, mister."
John started to giggle, his hand on the back of Clara's head as he whispered into her ear, "Do you always complain?" He teased her, his fingers running through the wet strands of her hair as he pulled the hair tie out and threw it out of the shower, still holding Clara close to his chest.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, drawing circles on his lower back. "Any time I can. You are Scottish, you are supposed to complain more."
He grinned and kissed down the length of Clara's neck, being gentle with her on purpose. "I take it you like my Scottish accent?" He questioned her and then raised his eyebrow, thinking of Jack Harkness. "You must have a thing for Scottish men."
She moved her head to the side as her hands settled on his hips and then went up to his chest, playing with the sparse hairs she found there. "It appears so. I like them tall, dark haired with blue eyes and Scottish. Do you happen to have a type?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.
John laughed quietly, his voice dropping an octave, one of his hands running up and down her back, "They happen to be dark haired, the most beautiful pair of brown eyes, short and an incredibly cute dimple on their left cheek."
She shivered slightly as his hand ran down her back, her skin breaking into goosebumps. "Good thing we found each other then." She looked up at him and raised her hand to his beard and then to his hair, brushing it back. It always reminded her of that day they met.
"Bit off topic, but could you even imagine how our lives would be like if you had never bought yourself coffee at the airport? What if there had been an empty table?"
John touched Clara's neck, his fingers brushing over the hickeys he had left there, his icy blue eyes seem to be stuck on them, "My life would be so incredibly different without you in it, Clara Oswald. You have made me the happiest I've been in these four months than I was in my last relationship and marriage put together so I'm incredibly happy I bumped straight into you. I like to think of us as that string theory people talk about, y'know? Where one person is holding one bit of the string and the other is holding the other but they're on different sides of the world, trying to find their way back to each other."
She looked up at him, both eyebrows raised. "That's Greek mythology, right? I've heard many theories about string...the one from physics aside, of course." She smiled at him.
"I'm glad I've made you happy but you have made me way happier, let me tell you." She wanted to ask about his last relationship and his marriage but couldn't bring herself to ask outright. One look at him let her know that she could trust him. Even though he was her boyfriend, he was also her friend so she decided to plunge right in. "What happen in your last relationship? I heard Donna, you know...say that you were making the same mistake or something...what was that about?"
John slowly stood back from Clara, immediately shutting down as his last relationship was mentioned. He swallowed and stared down at the floor, the water dripping over his head and shoulders, "I, uh... She-" he paused and chewed his bottom lip, tears threatening to build up as he stared up at Clara, his bottom lip wobbling.
"Her name was Rose Tyler. She was young, I made a mistake and Donna covered it all up..."
She knew she had hit a chord by the way he retreated back. She decided to give him some space and got busy with the shampoo, applying it on her own hair. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it, really. But I just..." She swallowed, unsure how to continue and focused on her hair for a few seconds before continuing.
"I just want you to know that apart from your lover, I like to consider myself as your friend and if you want to talk about it, I'm here and always will be, okay?"
John closed his eyes and rested his head back against the shower wall, trying to calm his breathing, "It was three years ago now. But she was an intern at my old magazine, when I was first starting to get noticed. She and I... We started a relationship and we fell in love, her more so than me..." He swallowed and wiped his face, not able to open his eyes.
"Rose was only sixteen when she started sleeping with me, I didn't know what I was doing. Donna found out and had her fired and when she fired Rose... She took her own life and left me a note to blame me. Donna burnt it and it was never spoken of again, my sister made it look like she had a car accident and framed somebody else for it." He finally opened his eyes and blinked, "Please don't think any differently of me Clara."
Clara couldn't even look at him and she went under the shower head to rinse off her hair as an excuse to keep silent. That was bad. So bad. She didn't want to look at him any different but sleeping with a 16 year old while he was much older? She couldn't believe it. She finally finished rinsing her hair and stood far away from him, arms crossed over her chest. "I'm trying to wrap my head around that but that's just..." She gave him a shrug and looked down.
"That's...sick. Did you even know she was sixteen?"
John shook his head, rubbing in between his eyes, "No, of course not. I thought she was much older than that, she lied to me... Donna found out her real age after Rose killed herself. Rose had known about my magazine long before that and she wanted to know me so she lied about her age and applied for an internship and she got it and everything unfolded from there..." He swallowed and stepped closer to Clara, holding his arm out to reach for her.
"Please Clara, I would never hurt her like that, I'd never hurt anyone..."
She looked at the floor as he talked, processing everything he told her. It wasn't his fault that he fell in love and that she lied about her age, that much was true, but she still felt a little uneasy. "I...I know you wouldn't hurt anyone. Not on purpose." She turned away from his hand, looking at the different bottles there until she found the one that said 'hair conditioner'. She needed something to keep her hands busy. She applied it and kept talking to him.
"It's hard to process all that. Give me five minutes, yeah? That's all I ask."
John nodded, terrified he had ruined everything between them but how could he keep something like that from her? He swallowed and jumped out of the shower, pulling a towel around his waist as he walked into the bedroom, giving Clara time to think things through. Clara thought objectively about what he had told her. It didn't affect her in any way but it obviously affected him a lot and it took a lot of balls from him to tell her that even though he had no obligation to tell her anything. She finished rinsing her hair and got out of the shower. She dried herself and combed her hair as best as she could, undoing the knots. She found a bathrobe about her size and put it on.
She released a breath and opened the door, then walked to the bedroom, hoping he hadn't gone out.