"On the roof?" She raised her neck as high as she could to see where he meant, but since there were a few trees, she couldn't see it clearly.

"When I came here we usually went the other way to a small cafe. We would eat crepes and a lot of wine."

John opened the door for Clara, clutching onto her hand as he spoke in French to the waiter. The waiter nodded and gestured for the two of them to follow him to the roof. John let go of Clara's hand and let her go first, a smile on his face as a table sat in the middle of the roof, golden lights surrounding them. They had the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower.

She looked at him as of she had never seen him when he started speaking in french. When she saw the table in the middle of the roof and the view they had on the tower, she took a deep breath and crossed her arms over her chest, a fond smile on her face as she looked at him.

"You didn't have to do this, John."

John frowned at Clara, nodding for the waiter to leave them alone for a while, "Of course I had to, Miss Oswald. I believe this is a thank you for all you've done for me these past four months," he smiled fondly at her and pulled out her chair, waiting for her to sit down.

"I've already ordered both of us a pot of their best pasta and garlic bread and their finest wine. Now about the runway tomorrow, we're also here for another reason that connects to the runway. I've been asked to model for a campaign, but there will be women modelling around me. I thought you might want to come along."

Clara sat down and listened to him talk as she crossed her legs and leaned forward to pay more attention him. When he was done, she nodded at him. "Well, I like the way you say thanks, but really, I've done nothing special. Anyway, it was only just a matter of time before you were a model as well." She smirked at him. The thought of models around him did make her jealous and she didn't like to feel jealous, at all.

"It's okay. I can stay at the hotel and some exploring of my own, but if you want me there, well then...you'll see me there."

John reached his hand across the table, a frown on his face, "Of course I want you there," he confirmed, his blue eyes locked onto hers, his foot touching hers underneath the table. She was right, he was like an octopus.

She raised an eyebrow at him as she felt his foot touching her and decided to play a little with her own foot on the table. She dragged it slowly up his calf, her eyes on his as if she was doing nothing under the table. "Alright, then. When were you going to tell me you were going to model, mister?"

John leaned closer to Clara, a smirk on his face, "I just did, didn't I?" It was more of a rhetorical question than anything. He held his breath as Clara's foot moved up his calf, shifting in his seat slightly.

"You know what I mean." She glanced at his lips briefly as she took off her sunglasses and set them on the table. Removing her feet from his calf, she asked him in a casual tone. "So...modelling boxers or what?"

John sat back in his chair, his blue eyes darkening with lust. He chewed his bottom lip, "Modelling boxers for older men, Calvin Klein."

She gaped at him then narrowed her eyes at him. Surely he was lying? "Are you serious? Oh my god, I was kidding when I said that." She started laughing.

"Oh my, the blogs are going to have a field-day."

John raised his eyebrow, leaning towards Clara. His hand crept underneath the table, stopping on Clara's thigh, his voice lowered and he was looking at her like she was his prey. "Is that funny, Miss Oswald?"

She stopped laughing and bit her lip as she looked down. She couldn't see his hand because the table was in the way, but she knew it was there. "Not at all, Mr. Smith." She said in a voice she hoped sounded normal and composed.

His hand moved further up Clara's thigh, a growl forming in his throat, "I certainly hope it isn't funny, Clara..."

She gulped audibly and tried not to burst into laughter as she leaned forward. "I don't find it funny anymore." Her eyes were bright and she had raised her eyebrow at him.

John removed his hand and smirked at Clara, leaning away from her as the waiter poured them two glasses of white wine. He smiled up at the waiter and sipped at his drink, his eyes locked on Clara's.

Clara smiled at the waiter and then picked the glass of wine and drank a bit, her eyes never straying away from him. She thought he would put a stunt like he had done what seemed like ages ago so she was glad he was able to restrain himself.

John chewed his bottom lip, placing the glass onto the table. He eyed Clara, his eyebrow raising as he took his glasses off of his face and placed them in his jacket pocket. "Don't make me repeat my old actions, Miss Oswald..."

She placed hers on the table as well and licked her lips. "I was merely looking at you, dear and I'm behaving...unlike you." She loved their banter, mainly because he always thought he was in control and hell, he was most of the times, but she did enjoyed teasing him.

John raised his eyebrow, looked around and then smirked at his girlfriend of four months, "Why, my love, I do believe this is our roof tonight," he grinned at her and lowered underneath the table.

"No,no,no,no,no." She said quickly closing her legs and moving them out of his reach. "You are definitely /not/ going to do whatever you had in mind. Behave, Smith!"

John smirked and kissed up Clara's bare leg, speaking loud enough for her to hear him, "Are you sure, my love?"

She had to uncross her legs to pull the chair back and glare down at him. "Yes! That would be like me just freaking giving you a blowjob in public! Someone could see! The waiter could come up." She tried to reason desperately with him but she knew that when he wanted something, he got it.

John stood up from the table, a smirk on his lips, "I wouldn't mind if you gave me a blowjob..." he grinned at Clara and stepped closer to her, his hands in his pockets.

"What's the problem, love? Why do you care so much?"

"Oh, you wouldn't mind at all, would you?" She glanced at his crotch and then at him. His bulge always looked huge, with any trousers he wore. She'd have to prepare herself to share his bulge size with the world now.

"I care because the last thing you need is another picture of us, and this time, with you in between my legs or me sucking your cock in public. Your sister would kill you and you know it." She told him as a matter of fact.

John stepped closer to Clara until his face was inches from hers, a small smirk on his pale lips, "I don't care," he told her, a growl in his voice. It was true, he didn't care. He wanted the whole world to know they were together.

She looked at his eyes and saw how much he meant it. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and raised her hand to cup the side of his face. "But I do and I want the best for you. A scandal of that magnitude is not good for business. I'm starting to think that you get off on doing things like that in public."

John kissed her back, his heart racing. He swallowed and shook his head, "I'm sorry, you're right. I'm sorry that I get like this, it's my bipolar, I can't always control my moods..."

"I know, drag your chair over here. I want you close." She smiled at him softly and nodded. Even after four months, she had a hard time coping with his moods and how to stop them both from doing reckless shit.

"That's why I'm so patient. You can't actually help it so there's nothing to apologize for." She looked around, noticing that the roof was pretty high and there wasn't any nearby buildings tall enough to see them do anything. She turned to him and asked slowly. "The waiter comes only and only when you call him, right?"

John nodded, a raise of his eyebrow, "Yeah, I paid him extra to give me this spot..." He said quietly, moving his chair closer to Clara as he bit his lip.

"Clara… Sometimes all I want to do is lose control, do the most reckless things I can manage to do. Just one night where I don't have to be John Smith."

She smiled softly at him, understanding his struggle. It must be hard to have all that fame and responsibility on your shoulders. "I travelled the world a lot, back in the day." She smiled softly at him.

"How about...in a few months we go to the cloud forest in Ecuador? You can do all sort of reckless shit. Walk around naked, jump from a cliff to a river, you name it...plus you can get in touch with nature...think about it." She took his hands on her and traced the veins of his hands with her thumbs, looking down at their hands together.

"When you are with me, I just see the John I met all those years ago. Just a simple, rather dashing man. Things have changed for you and maybe you can't really just be nobody in public but..." Here she smirked at him, her eyes staring into his.

"Anytime you can get away with being reckless, I will support you. And from what I know now...we can afford to be a little bit reckless."

John blinked rapidly, his heart soaring. Clara Oswald really was the perfect woman to him. He nodded, his heart racing as he broke out in a huge smile. "Then let's do it, Clara Oswald. Let's be bloody reckless like nobody is watching, yeah?" He asked her, holding her hand as he kissed the back of it.

She imitated his smile, it amazed her how happy she could make him just by suggesting a few things. "Fuck yes, what do you have in mind? You are the mastermind here now, dear."

He thought for a moment and then a smirk spread across his face. He stood up, looked over the edge and grabbed the bottle of wine, holding out his hand for Clara, "I know exactly what to do," he smirked, drinking the wine straight from the bottle.

She hesitantly put her hand in his and looked over the edge as well. She smiled at his antics and shook her head. "I am not jumping off this roof. I don't have insurance for that." She joked.

John stared at Clara, raising his eyebrow as he stood on the edge, "Don't you trust me, Clara?" He asked her, a gentle smile on his face.

"Together, like we've done everything else."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "I do trust you but I need to know that we are not jumping." She looked at him seriously, beginning to doubt him just a little.

John passed Clara the bottle of wine, stepped onto the ledge and winked at her, letting go of his hand as he jumped from the ledge. Clara tried to grab onto him but it was too late. Time seemed to go slower as she screamed his name and started racing down the stairs and outside, certain that John was either dead or badly injured. Tears ran down her face as she went outside, not knowing in which state he was in. John had landed on a massive rundown blowup bed, covered in boxes of gone off fruit. He laughed and stared up at the sky, sitting up straight. He knew what he was doing, he did it on purpose. It was just going to take a lot of convincing Clara not to kill him when she reached him.

She felt as if her heart was going to burst. She had started sweating and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. When she went outside and saw him alive and well, sitting on a blowup bed, she was consumed by rage.

"You!" She said as she pointed at him and took off her heels, she started throwing them at him as she got closer. One missed him but the other one hit him on the chest.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Tears were still streaming down her face and she was shaking.

"I thought you fucking jumped like a lunatic! I thought you had fucking died or injured yourself pretty bad! Do you know how it feels to see someone you love jump like that!?" She was now close to him and she wanted to slap him and strangle him so bad.

"I'm glad you're not dead because now I can fucking kill you myself, John!"

John winced as Clara's heel whacked him in the chest, ducking as the other one missed him. "Jesus Christ!" He yelled, his hand covering where the heel had smacked him.

"Did you have to throw that at me?" He questioned his girlfriend, raising his eyebrow as he ran a hand through his thick hair. He stared up at Clara, blue eyes boring into hers as she got closer.

"I said for you to trust me, do you honestly think I'd jump if there wasn't a landing? Reckless as shit, right baby?"

"I do trust you but I didn't know this was down here!" She yelled at him. She was breathing as if she had ran a marathon and she felt as if she would faint at any second. She put her hands on her knees and tried to control her breathing.

"Was this a test to see how much I trust you?" The hurt was evident in her voice as she asked that. Standing up straight, she passed a hand through her hair, pulling softly the ends of it.

"I want to go home."