He made her so happy and she hoped she made him as happy as he made her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands on his face as they kissed. She removed his glasses without breaking away and placed them gently beside her. John's fingers ran through Clara's hair, pushing the strands out of her eyes. He let out a low groan as he kissed her, he loved kissing her. Her lips were soft and beautiful. His hand was at the hem of her shirt, his fingers stroking just above her waistline.

She pulled back, laughing. "John, that tickles!" She said as she adjusted his hand on her thigh. "Now you may continue." She kissed him hard now and then started peppering his beautiful, rugged face with kisses.

John laughed, shook his head and leaned back to pull off Clara's shirt, throwing it on the floor. He pulled off his own shirt and leaned down to kiss her neck, this time he was gentle and loving.

She noticed that this time he was being more gentle and loving, which she didn't mind at all. She liked it when he was like this, he went slower and she could enjoy things better. "Mmm." She caressed his back, eyes closed, memorizing every move of his shoulders, the shape of his ribs, he was simply perfect.

His fingers moved round Clara's back to unclip her bra, a growl forming in his throat. John dropped the bra on the floor and made his way down her neck, past her collarbone and inbetween her breasts. John's other hand caressed Clara's side, his fingers tracing every outline of her body. "Your body is perfect..."

She giggled softly as he touched her. "You really think that?" She asked as her hands delved into his hair. She gazed at him lovingly as she bit her lip.

John nodded, glancing up at Clara, "Of course I do, the most perfect woman I've ever laid eyes on..." He whispered, his kisses stopping just above her waistline, staring up at her.

She chuckled and shrugged. "Well, if you say so, darling. I trust you not to be a liar." She smirked down at him and raised up on her forearms to look down at him, see what he would do.

John grinned and disappeared inbetween Clara's legs, spreading them as his blue eyes darkened. He slowly pulled down her jeans and threw them on the floor, his teeth hooking in her underwear as he looked up at her, blue eyes full of desire. As always, she told him not to break them. It was already a habit of hers. Sometimes he broke them and sometimes he didn't. She opened her legs wider and hooked her thumbs on her underwear, raising herself; she pulled them down to her thighs, leaving him to do the rest.

He nodded, listening to Clara. John kept his blue eyes locked on Clara's as he sat up slightly, lifting her leg into the air as he slowly pulled off her underwear, sending a playful wink at her that he was certain would make her giggle.

She indeed giggled and pressed the side of her feet on the back of his head, pulling him towards her. It amazed her how even when they were in this situation; he was still able to make her laugh. "You are such an idiot." She said affectionately.

John leaned down to kiss Clara, a smile on his lips, "That's one of the things you love most about me," he muttered quietly, his hands moving inbetween them as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers. He climbed over her again, his hand reaching up to touch Clara's cheek.

She smirked at him. "Damn right." She watched him eagerly as he undressed, her lip between her teeth. She leaned into his touch, eyes closed and kissed his hand then opened her eyes slowly, making eye contact with him, rich brown eyes dark with lust.

"Make love to me, John."

John nodded, his blue eyes matching the look in her eyes. He brushed the hair from her eyes with his free hand and then looked down, using his hand to adjust himself at her entrance. He let out a low groan as he pushed himself inside of her, his hand grabbing hers as he pinned it above her head, his fingers interlocking with hers. She let out a soft gasp, her lips twisting into a smile. She interlocked her fingers with his as she gazed at him, her eyes full of love and adoration. She raised her other hand to cup the side of his face. She caressed it slightly and moved her hips towards his, a subtle demand for him to move.

His thumb stroked Clara's knuckles, his lips inches from hers. John began to move his hips, slow and gentle. He let out a series of quiet groans, his lips parting as he growled into her mouth, "I love you."

"I love you more." She said against his lips and moved her hand to the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss her as she moved in time with his thrust. She kissed down his jawline and his neck, then rested her chin on his shoulder breathing heavily into his ear. "So fucking much."

John nodded and started to breathe heavily, nuzzling his face into Clara's neck as he kissed up the length of it, groaning a little louder with each thrust. He closed his eyes, his hand squeezing hers as he held onto it tightly. She hissed a little bit when he tightened his hold on her hand, sometimes he didn't know how strong he really was. Her free hand scratched his back as she started breathing heavily. She loved how he felt inside her and on top of her. John loosened his grip on Clara's hand, muttering an apology against her neck. He picked up his pace, pushing himself deeper inside of Clara as his free hand pulled her legs tighter around him, turning his head to brush his lips against hers, his eyes closed.

She just admired how his face looked while he made love to her. She placed a few small kisses on his and others on his cheek as she whispered sweet nothings in between kisses. A few moans interrupted what she was saying and she could feel herself quite close. "Mmm, yes, baby, just like that." She licked the outer shell of his ear and panted a little.

John wrapped his arm around Clara, holding her body flush up against his as he started to growl, his grip on her hand tightening with every thrust, "Fuck, I love you…" He panted, his lips on her neck.

She moaned when he said that, her hand gripping his tight as she could feel a pull on her abdomen. She squeezed her walls around him in purpose as he kissed her neck. She loved it when he kissed her neck with his delicate thin lips. John let go of Clara's hand, his face turning to kiss her. His lips parted, his tongue battling hers for dominance as his hips thrusted deeper inside of her. John groaned loudly as Clara clenched around him, but he was determined to make her cum first. He growled under his breath and reached inbetween them, rubbing her clit.

As he released her hand, both of her hands went to his back, scratching it as they kissed. She couldn't keep kissing him as he started to rub her clit. She pulled back and let out a moan, her hands were now gripping his hair tight, angling his face towards her so that'll be the last thing she saw when she came and her eyes inevitably closed. She bit her lip as she looked at him, the raw passion she felt for him evident in her eyes. After a minute or so she came, her back arching and his name on her lips.

John came inside of her hot and hard, the tension in his muscles released and he closed his eyes, groaning loudly against Clara's lips, "Shit..." He muttered, the look in his eyes matching his girlfriend's.

She chuckled and held him on top of her with her arms around his neck as she pressed lazy kisses on his lips. She was so weak after she came that all she could do was drop her legs once again on the bed as she breathed heavily.

"Nice birthday present."

He winked at Clara, speaking inbetween kisses, "Anything for you, Clara Oswald," he muttered and pulled himself out of her with a low groan, flipping over onto his back. John grabbed his glasses and put them back on, blinking himself back to reality as he breathed heavily.

She turned on her side to trace lazy circles on his chest, allowing him to catch his breath. She admired the way the veins on his neck stood out and how the blush on his face had spread to his chest. She smiled down at him and kissed his forehead.

"Thanks for Alan. I honestly thought you had forgotten about that conversation."

John frowned, his eyes avoiding hers as his fingers brushed her hair away from her shoulders, "I don't forget about anything you say to me darling," he muttered, finally looking up at her.

It warmed her heart that he still remembered most of the things she said. At least the important bits. "Come now, you do forget about some things." She was joking, of course. He remembered a lot of things. He was better with his memory than she was with hers.

He snorted, "I remember everything, Miss Oswald…" He whispered, kissing into her hair. John sat up and pulled on his boxers, chucking her underwear at her. John rushed from their bedroom and picked up Alan, taking him to their bed. He closed the door behind him and let Alan roam around on the sheets, climbing back into bed with Clara.

Clara took her time dressing herself. After all every time they had sex her legs seemed to cramp up a little. She was putting on her shirt as she was sitting her bed when John came back with Alan and put him into bed. She will forever have the image of John carrying Alan to their bed etched in her mind because they both looked so adorable and right now, they were the most important thing in her life. She grinned at Alan played with him a little, then left him to play with the sheets as she wrapped her arms around John's torso and leaned into him. It was impossible to be happier than this.

"You know, since you came back into my life, my life has been better than my dreams and I realised that I'm truly happy where I am now." She kissed his collarbone and nuzzled into him.

"I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world and I'm mother to a beautiful dog. Nothing can top that."

John turned his head and kissed the top of Clara's head, "You've made me so happy, Clara. So happy I can't even describe it…" He muttered and then a thought crossed his mind at her moment of being a mother to a beautiful dog.

He chewed his bottom lip and plucked up the courage. "Clara… Do you want to be a mother someday?"