John frowned and stood up, realising that what he had done was a shitty thing to do and it wasn't funny at all. He swallowed and stepped closer to Clara, reaching his hand out to her, "I'm sorry, my Clara, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought we were just having fun..."

She still had her eyes closed, trying to calm herself down. "People can both have fun when they tell each other's p-plans." Even though she was mad as hell at him, she couldn't help herself from crossing the distance between both of them and hug him tight.

"I hate you so much right now."

John wrapped his arms around Clara, a sad look in his eyes, "No you don't..." He whispered into Clara's ear, his hands trying to warm her body, smiling to himself. Right now he hated himself. Why could he never control himself?

She calmed herself down while listening to his heartbeat and now she felt so tired, but still, she didn't want to let go of him. "You are right." She sniffed softly.

"Sorry, I overreacted. My brain went straight into panic mode without assessing the situation, I'm sorry."

He nodded and slowly pulled away from Clara, his hand on her cheek, stroking it lovingly, "It's okay, I understand why you panicked. Hey, on the last day of this week, shall we skip my campaign and go straight to Ecuador from here?"

"No, we shall not." She smiled softly at him. "That campaign must be important so we are not skipping anything. Be responsible, Smith." She turned her head to kiss his hand.

Come the end of the week, John was standing in the middle of a photoshoot, posing to the side in a white pair of Calvin Klein boxers. He had bought Clara with him, because he was surrounded by a bunch of blonde and brunette women younger than her who knew him incredibly well. Their week in Paris had been full of love, admiration, sex and midnight walks on the beaches and down the paths of small alleyways where tiny cafes and bookstores were. John kept his eyes on Clara as photos were taken of him, deliberately flexing his muscles. His hairdressers had shaved the sides of his hair and gelled the top of it back, combing and cutting his beard. He turned his head to stare at the camera, a small smirk on his lips.

The week had been marvellous minus that little incident in the cafe, but the rest more than made up for it. The hairdresser shaved the sides of his hair and he looked absolutely gorgeous, she'd have to thank her for that. Clara just looked at him as he posed for the camera, a proud smile on her lips as she looked at him and when he was talking with any one from the crew, she would just get out her phone and write messages to Holly in caps lock. Mostly unreadable garbage because that was the only way she could express her excitement at having him looking so hot. He looked her way and she gave him a thumbs up. He did look pretty damn good.

John winked at Clara and jumped up to sit on the stool behind him, his arms over his bulge as he stared at the camera, running a hand through his hair. The photographer was a pudgy man who wore a scarf around his neck and every time John flexed his muscles strictly for Clara, the man named Mark jumped up and down and snapped another photo. John definitely felt like a rock star and he wasn't complaining about the attention but all the attention he wanted was from Clara.

As he flexed, Clara took a few pictures with her phone. She needed something to remember this moment, apart from the memories. A blonde girl brought Clara a bottle of water and Clara thanked her and focused her attention on John again. She knew that all his attention was on her and she was deeply flattered. Her eyes lingered a little long on his legs and then on his crotch. She knew what he had in store and it made her slightly horny thinking about that. She looked away guiltily as she sipped her water.

John stood up, folding his arms over his broad chest. He looked around the room and walked around, his eyes locked on Clara. Mark snapped a few more shots and skipped around the room, moving towards John.

"John, darling, I think we need to do a naked shoot. Is that okay?" He asked him, his hand on John's bicep. John raised his eyebrow and turned his head to look at Clara, his blue eyes straining for Clara's opinion.

Clara was in the middle of swallowing the huge gulp of water when she heard the question. She choked a little and forced herself to swallow as she caught John's stare. She shrugged, red in the face. "Nothing to be ashamed of. Do you want to do it?"

John shrugged his shoulders in a 'why not' manner and turned to Mark to nod his head. Mark clapped his hands together and skipped around the room, "Brilliant, just fantastic! Strip off Mr Smith!" he yelled and John laughed, shaking his head.

He hooked his thumb into his boxers and pulled them down. John smirked to himself as everyone froze and stared at him. Mark swallowed and pointed to one of the blondes, "Okay, you come here sweetie. John, stand just in front of Natalie here." he grinned and placed Natalie in front of John. John cleared his throat and stood in front of Natalie, raising one of his arms up to run through his hair. Natalie was half dressed but she was covered.

Clara swallowed. One of the weirdest parts of dating John was his fame...and the good looking women, she had to admit. Now he was naked in front of a good looking chick and Clara was certain that the gods were testing her. She trusted John but he almost never trusted the chicks and how could she trust them now when they had seen his junk already? But this was part of his career...she had to support him...and she would. She would have to be witness of sexy shots and right now, she was certain that she would have rather stayed at the hotel.

John cleared his throat a little louder, not particularly enjoying the fact Natalie was pressed up against him. He shook his head and gently pushed her away, looking to Mark, "I'm sorry, Mark. But this isn't going to work. If you want a naked shoot I'm afraid you'll have to let my girlfriend be in the shoot with me," he said rather clearly, turning to face Clara as he held out his hand for her.

Clara shook her head and started laughing a bit, clearly embarrassed. "John, she's a model. She's got the looks and knows what she's doing." She took his hand anyway, but not to participate in the shoot. "Everything alright?" She whispered at him, trying to ignore the fact that he was stark naked in a room full of people.

John laughed and leaned into Clara, his lips at her ear, "Together, like we've done everything else. Don't you trust me?" He questioned her, his fingers tracing small circles around Clara's wrist. He was breathing heavily and his blue eyes were stuck on Clara's, his face inches from hers.

"You are my model, Miss Oswald."

She inched forward and kissed the corner of his mouth softly, then she whispered in his ear. "I hate you." She pulled back to smile softly at him. "Alright, what do I have to do?" She didn't hate him, but it was her way of saying 'you bastard, I'll get you for this'. She was certain that he understood that.

John winked at Clara and pulled her to the centre of the room, just in front of Mark's camera that sat on a tripod. John made this moment between them and them only. "Just relax, you're gorgeous," he whispered into her ear, making sure nobody could hear.

John pulled Clara's leather jacket from her shoulders and unzipped her dress, his face in her neck. The dress pooled at Clara's feet and John stepped them both infront of it, his face still in her neck. He was subtly trying to make Clara the centre of attention. One of the assistants yanked the dress from the floor and stood infront of Clara to turn her head to the side, lifting her arm so her fingers would run through John's hair. She stepped away and Mark seemed to be getting incredibly over excited.

Clara was glad that she was wearing underwear or else this would've been really awkward for her. She was wearing a black lacy hot pant with its matching bra, something she had bought in Victoria's Secret about a month ago, it was the first time she wore. She was nervous but she tried to focus herself on John, threading her fingers through his hair. The action calmed her as they stood there.

John smiled fondly at Clara, he could feel her heart racing. His hand rested on her hip bone as he looked at her, his blue eyes glancing to her lips, "You're fine, you look beautiful..." He muttered, hearing the familiar snap of Mark's camera as the whole room fell into silence.

"I do? Even though I'm shaking quite a bit?" She smiled and bit her lip as she looked at him, her other hand rested on his bicep and the other one slid down to cup his cheek. She heard the snaps of the camera but apart from that, everyone was silent.

"In other words, hold my hand, in other words. Baby, kiss me..." John sung quietly into Clara's ear, knowing it would calm her down. His hand slowly moved up over her stomach, his fingers ghosting her skin as a few more photos were taken.

"Calm down, it's just me and you."

She indeed calmed down and smiled at him. "So, do I kiss you or not?" She replied cheekily as her hand traced his lips with a finger. Right now, she had eyes only for him and everyone else in the room could have been furniture for all she cared. She licked her lips and looked at his beautiful blue eyes.

John heard the snap of the camera just as Clara's fingers traced his lips. He smiled, his arm over her breasts as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Clara's, his heart soaring. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her. She smiled, eyes closed and kissed him back. Her hand was now over his heart, feeling it beating steadily under her palm as her other hand settled on his neck, nails scratching the back of it. He couldn't hear the snaps of the camera anymore, but he wasn't entirely sure he was trying to hear them. His fingers traced circles on her bare skin, just above the waistband of her lace underwear. The sensation of her nails scratching the back of his neck was making his muscles tense, biting down on her bottom lip as his tongue fought for dominance with hers, his grip tightening around her.

She had forgotten where she was already but she wouldn't let him dominate the kiss. She held his face with both hands and just moved him down a bit towards her. Since they were already pretty close, this caused her to arch back a little. When the need for air became too much, she pulled back slowly, then kissed the tip of his nose.

John breathed heavily, his heart in his throat as he stared approvingly at Clara, winking at her. He turned Clara towards the camera and wrapped one of his arms around her stomach, the other playfully pointing right at the camera as he lowered his voice in Clara's ear, "Look right into the camera, you gorgeous little beauty."

She did a little surprise sound as he turned her towards the camera but then his presence behind her reassured her in a subtle way to not be nervous. She did look at the camera but not before addressing him again. "That sounds so obscene coming from your mouth." She looked at the camera, with an eyebrow raised and a slight smirk on her lips, simply because she wanted to jam her elbow in his ribs.

John could sense Clara's current playful hatred towards him and a thought crossed his mind. His hand moved its way behind Clara's back and unclipped her bra, he caught it just before it fell and moved his face into her neck, his voice low, "Like an octopus, am I?" He heard Mark take a few more photos, but nobody said a word or made a sound.

Clara let out a gasp as she felt him unclip her bra and instinctively, she reached up to grab her breasts. She had a surprised expression on her face and turned it towards John, to glare at him, "Yes, and I'm not getting naked with you." She hissed.

John yanked Clara's bra away from her and immediately covered her breasts with his arm, his hand cupping one of them as he lips brushed against Clara's neck, "You don't have to..." He said quietly, hearing another snap of the camera and an excited yelp from Mark.

Clara wanted to stomp on his foot but she also knew that then everyone would see her tits. "You are a menace, dear." She said breathily as he kissed her neck. This whole situation was turning her on and she couldn't believe it. Her nipples were standing up to attention and her skin was breaking into goosebumps. She could blame that on the cold.

John couldn't stop smirking. His lips attacked Clara's neck, his free hand moving her neck to the side as another picture was snapped. He growled quietly, his heart racing. "You love me, my Clara..."

She looked at him, seeing him out of the corner of her eyes and raised one hand to his neck as he kept kissing her neck. "I do, which is why I find myself in this position." She whispered at him.

"When are we done? I feel like I've been standing here for ages."

John pointed to the camera and then dropped his hand, his lips still on Clara's neck, "Look straight into the camera for one last shot, my Clara..."

She did just that. The faster she looked at the camera, the faster she'll be done with this. Mark snapped one last shot on them and signalled them he was done and Clara immediately turned around, burying her face on John's chest.

"You bastard."

John grinned and clipped her bra on properly, keeping Clara close to to his body so nobody could see her breasts. "Would you have rather I did that whole shoot with Natalie?" He questioned her, raising his eyebrow as he picked up her dress and zipped it back up, brushing her hair away from her neck with his fingers.

She blushed a bit as she fixed her bra under her dress and brushed her hair with her fingers. "Honestly? I think you would have found yourself very single." She grinned at him.

"Now put on some pants. Stop showcasing my stuff."

John laughed and picked up his boxers, pulling them on, "YOUR stuff?" He questioned Clara, a playful smirk on his face as he pulled his trousers on and shirt, not caring who was looking.

She chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, all this-" she said as she drew a circle in the air, pointing at his body. "-is mine and you know it, darling."

John winked at Clara, "Of course it is, always will be." He told her quietly, noticing that everybody was staring at them. Mark coughed and bounced over to the two of them, "Darlings, your whole photoshoot will be sent to you tomorrow when you land in England. Then it'll be all over the Internet."

"Oh fuck." She said softly and then covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry, sir. Sorry for that, I um...alright! Thanks, really." She smiled at him and turned to John. "All over the internet! I hope dad doesn't see that."

He shrugged, "You're covered up," he winked at his girlfriend and put his glasses back on, thanking Mark and his team as they headed back to their hotel. John packed their suitcases and cleaned up their hotel room before he left the key card at reception and left hand in hand with Clara. The flight was full of John and Clara mostly falling asleep on each other. They arrived home to their flat in the heart of London, John had come home a little frustrated by paparazzi throwing themselves in front of Clara, trying to get a picture of her.

He unpacked their stuff and leaned down to pick up the package by the door, opening it up, "Clara, love, the photos are here." he called, taking out the first one. It was a photo of Clara looking straight at the camera with a smirk on her face, John's face in her neck with his hands all over her.

Clara was laying down on the sofa with just her underwear and a shirt. She had helped John unpack some of the stuff but he insisted on finishing and she didn't argue with him. She stood and ran towards John, snatching the photos from his hands. She was excited to see them but also dreaded seeing them. She saw the one John had taken out at first and observed it critically. She smirked down at the picture and looked at him.

"Not bad but these are pics we can't exactly showcase in the living room." She chuckled and gave that one to him as she got close to him, then looked down at the others in her hands.

John pointed at a photo of them facing each other, Clara's hand in his hair and they were staring at each other like they could only see each other. "Now that one we can put in the hall," he raised his eyebrow at her, as if he was asking her with his facial expression. He picked out the one with her bra off, with both of them staring into the camera, John's face angled towards Clara's neck. It looked like he was 'smouldering' at the camera and he couldn't help the smirk on his lips as he showed his girlfriend.

She nodded at him. "That one looks great, it's my favourite so far." She traced his arms on the pic. "Look at those arms." She grinned down at the pic and put it behind the other ones as he picked out the other one. She chuckled as she saw the other pic and nudged him with her shoulder.

"Were you a model before? Because I've got to say, your face a lot will make a lot of women go wild. I can already see the headlines of Buzzfeed articles."

John snorted, "Shut up. You compliment me far too much. I don't see what the fuss is over me, I'm just a normal bloke with a Scottish accent and a few magazines," he muttered, turning his head as he pressed a soft kiss to Clara's head, "And an incredibly beautiful girlfriend."

"Well, everything you just said is true." She turned towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she held onto the pics. "You forgot to mention that you're really, really, ridiculously good looking." She smirked at him as she quoted Zoolander at him.

"Apart from your looks, you are also very talented. Don't forget the sex tips and other things. You kinda brought that on yourself."

John laughed and raised his eyebrow, "Be quiet," he ordered her, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. He frowned as he heard his phone buzz and took it out of his pocket. He opened the email and raised his eyebrow, turning the phone to Clara once he had looked it over properly.

It was the sexiest picture of them printed on the front of a magazine with 'See inside for John Smith's photoshoot' he opened up another tab with all the other pictures that read 'Who's hot for these two right now? We're labelling them as #Smithwald and its official, they're together.' He raised his eyebrow at another tag line.

'John Smith finally tells all about girlfriend Clara Oswald. They spent a week together in Paris, did he ask to marry her?'