She leaned on him as she saw what he was showing her. It was amazing how fast the media worked. Terribly fast, in fact. At the next headline, she raised an eyebrow at him. "You did an interview?" She snatched his phone from him and re-read everything.

"Well, you didn't ask me to marry you so we can say that that was there to make sales." She couldn't help going back to the first tab and see their picture in the magazine. She cringed a little.

"Dad will see that. And also, 'Smithwald', really? Sounds like Squidward."

John threw back his head, giggling like a teenage boy blushing over being caught looking looking at porn. "Squidward? Really? I don't mind it, I think it's quite cute. Smith & Oswald, sounds like a title for a new magazine..." He paused and then looked down at Clara, towering over her in height.

"What do you think about that? A new magazine... We could go into partnership."

She shook her head as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Another magazine? You have already too many magazines, John. Plus, Smith and Oswald sounds like a law firm." As she said she stopped and looked at him.

"A law firm." She repeated again. "That sounds good."

John stared at Clara, blinking rapidly, "You want a law firm?" He questioned Clara, placing his phone back into his pocket as he stared at her, a 'what the fuck is going through your head right now' look on his face, both of his thick eyebrows raised.

She started laughing at the look on his face. "Okay, my head's working fast so just ignore I said that while I research some more later. I had the weird thought of going to law school." She frowned a little and raised her fingers to his lips, in case he was going to talk.

"I need to put more thought into that...but a magazine sounds okay. What would it be about? A women's magazine?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

John rubbed his temple, thinking it over in his head, "Of course I'm not going to ignore you, it's a good idea and I'll support you with whatever you want to do." He smiled fondly at her and adjusted his glasses so they wouldn't fall off his face, a smirk on his face as Clara's fingers covered his mouth.

"For both genders? Kind of like an equality magazine, something new."

Sometimes she wondered what good she had done to deserve this incredibly supporting man. She was really lucky indeed. "I love you so much. Also, yes...that sounds good. We'd have to think this thoroughly because that sounds good, I don't think I've seen a magazine with those two themes combined." Then again, she didn't read many magazines.

John's blue eyes widened as he stared at Clara, blinking slowly. That was the first time 'I love you' had come out of her mouth. He swallowed and raised his eyebrow at her, wondering if she had realised what she had said.

Clara walked towards the sofa and sat down, spreading the pictures she hadn't seen on the sofa. When she noticed John just standing there, without saying anything, she raised an eyebrow at him. "What? Did I say something funny? You don't have to look at me like that, you know." She frowned as she stared into the distance, thinking of what she said. Then it hit her. She let out a breath and looked down.

"Well, deep down you must have known." That was all she said as she kept looking at the pictures, her heart pounding hard against her chest.

John stood behind Clara, both of his hands on her shoulders. His voice was low and he could feel her pulse quickening under his touch, "Clara, you've never actually said it..." He said gently, his own heart was probably racing quicker than hers was. He bit his lower lip, all he wanted to do was to kiss her.

She chuckled a little and turned her head to the side to look at him. Her hands were playing with her fingers, trying to keep her nervous response down. "I know. That's what happens when you don't think before you talk...but yes, I do love you. A lot. It's hardly the right moment, I think."

His fingers were brushing Clara's hair from her face, his lips at the top of her ear, "I love you…" He breathed, his hand at the back of her head, body pressed to hers.

Her heart fluttered as she heard him saying that. She smiled down at the pictures and traced his face on some of them. "I know. It is obvious that you love me."

John raised his eyebrow and smirked to himself, "Obvious is it?" He questioned Clara, his heart pounding in his ears. He turned Clara to face him, "Do those words belong to me now, Clara Oswald?

"I'll never say them to anyone else. Those are yours and yours alone." She glanced at his lips and then at his beautiful blue eyes, framed by his glasses. Her heart was beating hard and she couldn't stop herself from smiling at him.

John's thumb touched Clara's bottom lip, his blue eyes switching from her brown ones to her lips, he didn't say a word. He spent a full minute staring at Clara, taking in his girlfriend's beauty and all her features. She could take her make up off and he wouldn't notice.

She just let him stare at her, just as she stared at him. Her face twitched, trying not to smile or laugh as they looked at each other. It felt really intense and a blush made her way to her cheeks until she couldn't take it anymore. She laughed softly and kissed his thin lips. "Stop staring, it's awkward."

He winked at Clara, his blue eyes locked onto hers, "I like staring at you," he confirmed, chewing his bottom lip. He kissed her back, his fingers tracing circles on her hipbone.

She smiled into the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck. His glasses occasionally bumped with her but she didn't mind. He was an incredible man, really. Now that he seemed to be in a good mood, she broke the kiss slowly and started to press soft kisses on his face. "John, can I ask you something?"

John nodded, his arms around Clara as he smiled fondly at her, his hands running up and down her back as if he was making an effort to keep her warm. "Of course you can, my Clara..."

She put her hands on his waist, putting her fingers between his trousers and his belt. She wore the best impression she could do from the cat from Shrek and asked quietly. "Do you think it could be possible for us to get a dog?"

John glanced down at where Clara's hands were, raising his eyebrow, "A dog?" He questioned her, his heart melting as his girlfriend's brown eyes inflated.

"What, right now?"

"Yes, that's what I said. A dog. Not right now, maybe later...but I really want a cute puppy." She raised herself on the tip of her toes and kissed his chin. "Pleeaase?"

John let out an irritated sigh, but it was fake and pretty obvious from the giant smile on his face, "Of course I'll get you a puppy," he nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of Clara's head.

And a few weeks later, that's exactly what he did. It was her twenty eighth birthday and he came home to their flat holding a giant box covered in a bow. Hopefully he got the right dog, otherwise he was screwed.

She had opened the door and found him holding a giant box. She couldn't even see his face. She knew it was her birthday, but even this was a bit exaggerated. She let him in and looked at him curiously, an eyebrow raised.

"Well, you are determined to overdo yourself. What's in there?" She asked as she got near the box and admired the bow it had. It was cute. She looked at the box warily for a bit and raised an eyebrow at him.

John carefully put the box down onto the floor and held Clara's hand, both of them kneeling to the floor. He let go of her hand, got out his phone and started recording as he took off the lid to the box and a tiny puppy came bundling out and into Clara's lap.

"Oh my god!" She took the puppy, which she noted was a beautiful Corgi and cuddled it close to her chest. Her eyes watered and her lips trembled slightly and then she was crying. She buried her head in the puppy's neck briefly and then looked at John as she wiped her tears with one hand.

"These are happy tears, oh my god, come here, you wonderful man." She practically threw herself and him, careful not to hurt the dog and hugged John as hard as she could.

John laughed and hugged Clara back tightly, his hand stroking up and down her back, "Happy Birthday, my Clara," he muttered, kissing the side of her head. He pulled away from her eventually and wiped her tears, "So I got the right dog then?" He asked her, a hopeful look on his face.

He chewed his lip and stroked the top of the Corgi's head, "He's a boy. I thought of calling him Joffrey but then you might have actually killed me."

"You could have brought home a three legged dog and it still would have been the right dog. But I actually love Corgis." She admitted as she laid the dog in her arms as if it were a baby and stroked his chin.

"He's so goddamn adorable." She could feel tears threatening to fall again and she sniffed a bit. "I would have killed you if you had named it Joffrey." She looked down at the dog and smiled softly.

"He looks like a Lorcan to me. What do you think?"

John smirked at Clara, raising his eyebrow, "Are you talking to me or the dog?" He pointed at himself and then the Corgi in her lap. He moved closer to stroke the puppy who tried to bite his finger, "I don't know, I was thinking of a more comedic name like Alan or Dave."

Clara started chuckling. She liked Lorcan more but Alan did sound nice. She leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. "Alan is better because Dave is my dad's name." She smiled down at Alan who was trying to bite John's fingers as John waved them above Alan's head.

"You are so getting laid tonight." She told him with a chuckle. "Thank you, this is the best present ever."

John laughed and frowned at Clara, "I thought that was my job on your birthday. You get laid," he grinned and shook his head, moving his hand above Alan as the puppy tried to catch his finger in his paws.

"Well, I get laid every day...or most days." She shrugged, remembering when he came home from work tired and all he could do was kiss her good night and fall asleep. "So...his name is Alan..." She moved him so she could lay him on her thighs, which were raised now and tickled its belly.

"Hello, Alan, welcome to the Smith-Oswald household."

John smiled fondly down at Alan and stroked his belly, "Welcome to the family, little dude," he grinned and pulled Alan off of Clara's lap. He laughed as Alan waddled towards his eating bowl. He was so small his legs were like little stools. He stood up, turned off his phone and helped Clara up, "He needs to be left alone for a few hours or he'll develop separation anxiety and we'll have to be with him constantly."

"Oh." She looked towards the dog, a frown on her face. "I didn't know because I've never had a dog." She stretched a little and looked up at him.

"So...when you say we're leaving him alone for a bit...do you mean to say we're gonna leave or...? Because it's raining now." She said as she nodded towards the window.

"Nothing new, though."

John laughed and shook his head, "No, darling. We don't need to leave the flat," he smiled fondly at her, took her hand and lead Clara to their bedroom. He gently closed the door, watching Alan waddle around in curiosity.

"Oh." She gave a saucy smirk and sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. She was wearing blue jeans and a long sleeved dark green shirt with a V cut. She raised an eyebrow at him. "What if he pees on the couch?"

John stood infront of Clara after shutting the door, a smirk on his face. His blue eyes slowly looked her up and down, "He won't pee on the couch, he's too small to get on it,"

She chewed her lower lip and nodded slowly. "You are right and he won't grow up to be a big dog so it's all good." She leaned back a little on the bed, using her elbows for support to keep her a bit upright.

"What are you thinking, Mr. Smith?"

John climbed over the top of Clara, a raise of his eyebrow, "I'm thinking I want to kiss my beautiful girlfriend..." He muttered quietly, his eyes drifting to her lips.

Clara laid down and raised her hands to his shoulders, as if she were giving him a massage. She bit her lip and then smirked at him. "Well? Just do it, idiot." She teased as she stuck her tongue out at him.

He laughed and shook his head, "Shut your mouth, you gobby little Princess…" He grinned and leaned down to kiss Clara, one of his hands on her side, stroking her through her shirt.

She kissed him back, a smile on her face as one of her hands went under his shirt. She drew circles on his back as they kissed, her other hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. John bit down on her lower lip, his heart pounding. His tongued danced with hers, the kiss was gentle and not as rushed as normal.

She enjoyed the kiss, letting him set the pace as they kissed. One of her legs went around his waist to pull him down, close to her. She smiled a little and pulled back. "I really love you, alright? Very much so. You are wonderful, John."

John's hand reached up inbetween them and touched Clara's cheek, thumb stroking her skin. His blue eyes stared at Clara, "I love you too, Clara, so much.,." He whispered, leaning down to kiss her again, his other hand on her leg as he pulled it around his waist.