John looked up as the bathroom door opened. His heart was hammering against his chest and he was finding it hard to calm himself. He swallowed and watched her, not sure if he should say anything or not. He was sat on the bed, the towel still tightly wrapped around him.

She smiled softly at him, trying to pacify his fears. She sat next to him, their thighs and arms touching. She laid her head on his shoulder and took hold of his arm. "It's okay. This doesn't change how I think or feel about you...so stop worrying."

John let out a breath of relief he didn't realise he was holding and held onto Clara's hand, lifting it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to her skin, "Clara, I think I'm falling in love with you..."

"I'm already there." She bopped his nose with a finger. "Wayyy ahead of you. It's okay, you'll get to my level sometime." She kissed his shoulder and sighed softly, hoping that he didn't consider it awkward.

John frowned and looked at Clara, tilting her head up to look at him, "Why didn't you tell me?" He questioned her, his blue eyes dancing with happiness. His hand reached her cheek and stroked it, "I could have told you sooner."

"I was afraid, I guess. I mean..." Clara pulled back and sat facing him now, her feet under her.

"I was afraid because, well, I didn't know if you would be feeling the same and I didn't want to pressure you into saying that you thought you were starting to fall in love with me. I wanted you to tell me on your own accord. If you never had told me, I probably would have told you next month, maybe."

He laughed and leaned his forehead against Clara's, closing his eyes, "Both of us are fucking ridiculous," he muttered and wrapped his fingers in her hair at the back of her head, his eyes glancing to her lips.

She cupped his face as best as she could with her small hands and grinned at him. "You more so than me. After all, you wore that awful pink suit." She teased.

John raised his eyebrow, "I thought you liked that awful pink suit..." He muttered, glaring at Clara playfully. He laughed and leaned forward to press his lips to hers.

She kissed him back and bit his lip playfully, to break away from him. "Whatever gave you that impression, mister?" She pressed another kiss to his mouth.

"It was bloody awful."

John pouted at Clara, his thick eyebrows raised as he kissed her again, "You're awful, lying to me, Clara Oswald."

She laughed at him. "That suit was awful. But it did bring out your..." She waved her hand around, trying to find the word she was looking for. "Um, paleness, I think."

John started to giggle, shaking his head, "You're so full of shit," he winked at Clara and stood up, leaning down to pick a pair of boxers out of his suitcase, dropping his towel to the ground.

Clara whistled at him and clapped softly, enjoying the view and went to get clothes from her suitcase. "You need to find me a picture from when you were younger. If you have naked pictures, that'd be great."

John raised his eyebrow, pulling on his boxers. "Would you prefer me if I was younger?" He asked her, standing up straight as he fished for his phone in his pocket.

He looked through his mother's Facebook account and found a picture of himself in his twenties, around Clara's age. He was wet and he looked like he had just climbed out of a pool. He was just as lanky but he had abs, muscular legs and brown thick hair on his head.

She nodded appreciatively as he showed her the pic. "You look pretty hot and that brown hair." She had a laugh at that but looked back at him. "I prefer you now a hundred times. Not a big fan of abs or wrinkle-less faces, sorry." She blew him a kiss and put the bathrobe aside as she put on her underwear.

John's blue eyes watched the bathrobe fall from Clara's body, a smirk on his face. He chewed his bottom lip and then snapped his attention back to her face, pulling on a pair of grey trousers. "You've never spoken about your evident daddy issues, Miss Oswald."

She glared at him as she pulled out a dark blue short dress and slipped it on. "I get on perfectly well with my father and we talk every week. Can't a girl like her guys handsome and older?" She finished with a smirk.

"Or do you want me to explain the whys?"

John shrugged, his arms over his chest, "I asked, didn't I?" He smirked, his blue eyes watching her with an intense stare. He had no idea why she called him daddy and there wasn't a lot of women that had called him daddy in the first place. He found it hot, he just wanted to know why. If it wasn't an issue with her father then he was even more curious to know why.

"Okay." She used her hands to tick off points as she explained them since she had to explain the whys a lot to her friends. They were practically etched on her brain. "

One, experience. Older guys are much more experienced, they know what to do. Two, they are not young guys, that's enough for me. Three, they are older and they've made mistakes and learned from them so they can help me not to mess up. Four, you guys know what taxes are. I had no idea until recently. Five, I love grey hair. Six, you won't mind that I'm aging because you are already old. Seven, you guys -some- are caring and more patient and your level of understanding is off the charts. Plus, you treat me like a princess...I like that. Guys my age would just..." She shrugged.

"Not treat me like that, I've met my friend's boyfriend and others. Worst pieces of shite ever."

John nodded and stepped closer to Clara, his blue eyes stuck on his own hand as if he couldn't believe he was touching her. He couldn't deny how hard he had fallen in love with her and he hoped he would never regret it.

He smiled fondly at Clara and stroked her cheek with his thumb, "Clara, you are my princess. I worship the ground you walk on and every other woman deserves to be that respected by a man. I adore you completely and I can't picture myself with somebody else. I will happily let you gloat when I'm ancient and you're only just getting your first grey hair and a few wrinkles. I see myself married to you, Clara Oswald and it doesn't scare me anymore..."

Her eyes swelled up a little and she looked down to compose herself. Her voice came out a little shaky when she talked even though she was trying to control that. "Oh, John, you say the darnest things." She looked up at him briefly to smile at him.

"You are so eloquent. I'm sorry for getting emotional. I just never thought I would ever be married because who would want bossy Clara Oswald for a wife?"

John smirked down at Clara, his blue eyes dancing with amusement, "I would marry bossy Clara Oswald, even if I have to deal with your annoying habits of leaving your dirty clothes all over the flat and your inability to clean up your breakfast bowl after you've eaten. Or the fact you chuck your coat on the floor when we get home and you pull out my grey hairs when we're watching a movie together..."

She was touched that he had paid attention to her annoying habits, but so had she. "I would have to marry a controlling old man, with a huge ego who snores at night when he sleeps, has the habit of dressing up like a broke college student when we are home, brushes his teeth after he's eaten in the morning...what else? Oh, you are like an octopus in public, always wanting to touch me in inappropriate places...but I don't really mind...Oh, also, the painting supplies, scattered around the house...the other day I drank water paint because it was in a coffee mug." She glared at him but wasn't too serious about it.

John burst into laughter, "An octopus?" He giggled and only laughed harder when Clara told him she drank water paint, his head falling back as he clapped his hands together.

"That's just brilliant. Okay, what about when you shave and you leave your damn shit out everywhere? Why get it out if you're not going to put it away?" He asked her, not being very serious about it.

"And when you drink most of the milk and put the damn bottle back in the fridge when there's none left? How about when you snap my underwear when we're lying in bed?" He laughed and grabbed her, pulling her to him as he wrapped his arms around her, "Octopus, am I?"

"Yes, an octopus!" She laughed even though her arms were trapped between them.

"You know you love it when I snap your underwear. That's tough love!" She giggled a little more. "What about putting your coffee on the nightstand on top of my books, hmm? Or misplacing my hair brush? And my personal favourite-" she said in a rather sulky tone.

"When you get home horny and absolutely rip to shreds my underwear, eh?"

John laughed and lowered his head to whisper into Clara's ear, his voice low, "Here's an idea Princess, don't wear any underwear every time you're waiting for me to come home because there's a chance I missed you all day, my Clara..."

She shivered slightly and chuckled nervously. It amazed her how he could still make her feel like that. "Noted. Next time, no underwear. At least cough when you get home. Last time I dropped my pizza...it was really good pizza."

He raised his eyebrow, turning his head to kiss along Clara's jawline, "At that time, I don't think I really gave two flying fucks about your pizza but I'm sure I can get you one right now, Princess," he winked at her, clearly mocking his girlfriend.

"You are such an idiot." She said poking his chest. She broke away from him to get her hair dryer out of the bag and curl her hair a bit.

"Where are we going anyway?" Clara raised an eyebrow at him in question as she walked to the bathroom with the hair dryer.

John pointed out to the balcony where the Eiffel Tower stood, sending her a wink. He didn't say a word as he pulled a grey waistcoat on, a black tie and a grey jacket.

She smiled at him and disappeared into the bathroom. She re-emerged later, hair done and when she laid eyes on him, she stopped. Her cheeks reddened slightly and she bit her lip. She didn't know what to say, mainly because he looked ten times more attractive than normal.

"You...look great! Yeah, super great."

John buttoned his jacket over his waistcoat and turned to raise his eyebrow at Clara, "Are you okay?" He asked her, taking in her appearance. He held his breath, she always looked so beautiful.

"Of course, I am. Why, don't I look okay?" She said as she walked towards the mirror in the bedroom, checking her face and then went for her make-up bag.

John caught Clara's wrists and smirked at her, his blue eyes full of amusement, "You look stunningly beautiful, Miss Oswald."

"Well, thank god. I'm glad you think that. While we are it, allow me to say that you, sir, look pretty bangable." She winked at him and turned toward the mirror and dug in her bag for the makeup she needed, then started applying it.

John laughed and walked around Clara, his blue eyes watching her, "I'll let you bang me when we get home," he winked at her, a playful look on his face as he picked up an aftershave bottle and sprayed it on himself.

She chuckled and paid him no mind as she applied her make-up. His aftershave was new, she hadn't smelt that one before. "New aftershave, eh?" She smiled at him.

John sprayed some on his neck and then leaned close to Clara, "Want to smell it?" He asked her, a raise of his eyebrow.

"Thought I'd get a new one."

She inched close to him and smelled it. "Smells nice. Remind me to go to a gym when we get back. Might need to build up some muscles to fight women off of you." She kissed his jaw and turned to get her purse.

He shook his head, looking at himself in the mirror as he rested his knuckles on the table in front of him, "You don't have to fight women off of me, my Clara, you already have me..." He told her quietly, adjusting his glasses on his face.

She hugged him from behind. "I know, but just in case. Besides, I should really go to a gym." She told him as she looked at him through the mirror.

"You honestly look very handsome and I should probably stop showering you with compliments, lest you get used to it."

John laughed and looked at Clara through the mirror, a lopsided smile on his pale lips, "Do keep showering me with compliments, keeps me young."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "I'll reserve it for when you look particularly handsome only, then." She stepped away from him and verified that everything was in order, then she took hold of his hand and dragged him towards the door.

"Let's go already!"

He grabbed the door key for the hotel room and let Clara drag them from the room. He locked the door and slipped a pair of sunglasses into Clara's pocket, placing his own on his face as they walked down and outside of the hotel, walking towards the Eiffel Tower.

She smiled up at him, noticing the glasses. She thought she had forgotten hers but then she found them in her pocket. She knew she hadn't placed them there. "You are so thoughtful." Clara said as she took them out and put them on.

"Taking care of my eyes and all that."

John laughed and shook his head, reaching for Clara's hand as his fingers interlocked with hers. "I'll always take care of you, Miss Oswald." He smiled fondly at her and pointed to a small cafe right beside the Eiffel Tower.

"We're going to eat there… On the roof."