Still falling for you

He pouted down at Clara and kissed her again, speaking in between kisses, "I missed kissing you, sorry..." John admitted, smiling fondly down at his girlfriend. He carefully moved off of her and laid down on his front, dropping his head down into his arms.

"Yes mam,"

She chuckled and kept working on him. He was incredibly adorable when he pouted and she nearly gave in. Nearly. "I missed kissing you as well, dear. And touching you. This is just an excuse to get my hands on you." She whispered by his ear and then moved back down.

"I'm not complaining," John laughed and let out a series of groans, enjoying Clara's hands roaming all over him, "You can put your hands on me anytime you like."

She chuckled. "I know." She started playing close attention to his thighs, her hands going up and down. "Also, you have great thighs, by the way." She loved touching him like this and seeing him that relaxed.

John laughed, "Are you only just realising that now?" He questioned Clara, a smirk on his face. He turned his to look at Clara, a fond look in his eyes.

"Smart ass." Once she was done, she righted his boxers again and leaned back to crack her knuckles. "All done, how do you feel? Better, I hope." She smirked at him and laid down on the pillows, picking her book again.

John's legs felt like jelly, his heart was pounding against his chest and he kneeled up, laying on his back as he turned to face Clara, "A lot better, thank you, darling..." He said, reaching across to touch her cheek with his warm hand.

She put her book aside and pressed a kissed to his hand. "Not a problem, love." She looked at him with a soft smile on her face.

"Tired yet?" She enquired an eyebrow raised as she sat up, looking down at him.

John cleared his throat and laid on his back, staring down at Clara with a lazy smirk on his face, "I'm relaxed, not tired..."

"Yeah? Well, I'm actually quite bored." she reached behind her to get the lotion and straddled him. "I hope you don't mind." She said as she squeezed a bit of it on his chest and applied some pressure on his pectorals, her hands passed over his stomach, spreading the lotion there and then back up as she leaned down to kiss him.

John raised his eyebrow as Clara straddled him and found himself smirking up at her, his hands on her hips, "I don't mind at all, any excuse for you to touch me, right?" He asked her, laughing quietly. John winked up at Clara, his pulse quickening as she rubbed the lotion into his body.

She kissed him softly, her hands by his side as she caressed him. He was still a lanky guy but he had gained a bit of weight, she noticed. "Someone's getting a bit pudgy, eh?" She teased as she kissed his cheek and straightened up.

He laughed and leaned up to kiss Clara, speaking in between kisses, "Don't be cheeky with me or I'll take you over my knee, Miss Oswald," John winked at Clara, a playful look in his eyes. He pretended to be shocked at her comment, "Clara, that's such a horrible thing to say."

"What? That you are getting just a wee bit pudgy? Please." She laughed down at him and tucked her hair behind her ears. "I should cut my hair again. It's too long now..." She muttered as she trailed her fingers down his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his boxers and then back up. She was no longer giving him a massage, she was just playing with the lotion on his chest.

John reached his hand up and ran his fingers through her hair, "I like your hair," he admitted, looking up at her like she was some kind of Angel.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Does that mean I have to keep it like this, then?" Clara would never get tired of the way he looked at her, as if she was some kind of Greek goddess, she loved it.

John grinned up at Clara, his hand running up in between her robe, "Not at all, I love it whatever hair cut you have..." He told her, his hand running across her waistline. She was so beautiful.

She smiled down at him. "Then I will just shave it all off." She shrugged a little and sat straight, now playing with his boxers, occasionally dipping her fingers inside, just above his hips and retreating.

He moved one of his arms behind his head and watched Clara, a raise of his eyebrow as her fingers dipped inside his boxers, "Go for it, I'll still find you gorgeous."

"Oh, really?" She asked as she grinded down on him a little a smirk on his face. She looked behind her then back down at him. "I'll look really weird. No, thanks."

John leaned up to kiss down Clara's neck, "Hmm, you'll look gorgeous whatever, darling." He told her, one of his hands stroking her side.

"If you say so." Clara delved her fingers inti his hair and massaged his scalp gently with one hand as he kissed her neck. She closed her eyes briefly, just enjoying that. Somehow, she was still hoping that Damian woke in an hour or so she didn't have to wake up in the wee hours of the morning.

John kissed back up Clara's neck, leaving a few hickeys. He kissed along her jawline and met her lips, a smile on his face, one of his hands running up to her back, "You Clara Oswald, are going to marry me incredibly soon."

The hairs at the back of her neck stood on end and she blushed. She couldn't imagine their relationship would be different being married, but if he wanted to get married, it was no big deal to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose against his. "A wedding in autumn would look very pretty...outside."

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Clara's nose, his arms wrapped tight around her, one of his hands half way up her robe, "Shall we go for it? It won't be any different; just we'll be on paper and have to wear rings. That will be the only difference, Clara Oswald."

"I have no trouble with getting married, besides, I love the idea because then you'll have to wear a ring...everyone will know that you are officially mine." She grinned mischievously at him and spoke between kisses.

"And every guy will know that I'm officially yours."

John laughed and pulled Clara closer, his lips on hers, "You are always mine, Mrs Smith," he grinned and winked at Clara, "That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Mrs Smith, Clara Smith." He sang, a playful smirk on his face as he leaned up to kiss her, hand at the back of her head.

Clara smiled against his lips, her heart beating fast. "You should sing Mrs Smith to me more often, then." She giggled a little and closed the distance between their lips.

John ran his fingers through Clara's hair, kissing her hard. He bit down on her lower lip, his tongue exploring her mouth. All he wanted to do was kiss her, nothing else. She kissed him with everything she had, just loving his company. She had missed him a lot today. Hell, she even missed him when he left to brush his teeth and even then, while he did that, she'd hug him from behind. Now the octopus was her. John kissed Clara slowly and incredibly lovingly, his thumb stroking the side of her face. John's other hand reached into Clara's robe and ran up and down her back, his fingers stroking her spine.

She shivered slightly as he stroked her spine, a giggle escaping her lips as she pulled back and opened her eyes slowly. "It's cold and that tickles, John." She said as she traced his laugh lines with her thumbs. She liked all his wrinkles because they made him look at least five times more handsome.

John grinned up at Clara, a playful look in his eyes. His hand on her back pushed her body down on top of him, pulling her robe open until they were chest to chest. His hands roamed all over her, a gentle smile on his face, "Come here then love,"

"What, are you going to warm me up?" She asked with a smirk as her arms settled beside each side of his head. His chest felt hot and she was sure that hers felt quite cold.

"I'll warm you up in whatever way you want me to..." John said, a smirk on his lips as he roamed his hands all over Clara, tugging her robe away from her body and throwing it off the bed. He looked up at his girlfriend, watching her in adoration.

"Hey!" All she was wearing under her robe was some Calvin Klein boxers. "You always have a smart ass answer for everything... Plus, its late, John." She smiled down at him. That concept didn't exist for John, he could get up and go to work at whatever hour he wanted. She cupped his face between her hands and kissed him softly.

John kissed Clara back, both of his hands on Clara's hips, "I know it's late, you idiot." He said quietly, his hand in between her breasts, "Your body is so perfect, Clara Oswald. You are perfect."

Her heart beat increased when his hand started touching between her breasts and she pouted at him. "You know what I mean." She blushed at his compliment but didn't respond to it.

John stroked Clara's side, his blue eyes lingering where his hand was, "I don't want to screw you every time I touch you, Clara. I just want to touch you..." He admitted, his eyes following his hand as it slowly moved down her body and stopped at the waistline of her underwear.

When he said that, he brought a few memories she had buried so long ago... She sighed and smiled softly at him. "Sorry, I have to get used to that...before you when men touched me, I knew what it was for. Now that it's different my brain sort of...you know, jumps to that conclusion. Sorry."

John frowned up at Clara, his eyes snapped up to hers, "Clara Oswald, don't ever doubt me. All I want to do is appreciate you," he told her, leaning forward to press delicate kisses in between her breasts, trying his best to show her he loved her in every way.

She sighed happily. "You are fucking perfect." She looked down at his salt and pepper hair and giggled a bit. When he let his beard grow, there were some spots that still grew brown, but the rest was already grey.

"I am very thankful that I found you again because you are perfect for me, just what I need."

John laughed at Clara's giggle and pulled back carefully to look sweetly at his girlfriend, hands running up and down her back, "I wish we spent those six years together, I would have been so much happier..."

"You were that miserable all those years?" She raised her eyebrows at him and touched his face gently, her fingers lingering on his lips. "On the brightside, we are together now. We have a house, a dog and we have a son...who could soon have a brother or sister."

She smiled down at him. "It's all good now, babe."

"Not just because I didn't have you and spent every moment wondering if we had stayed together, I went through a hard time with my bipolar and relationships... But I have you now," he finished, blue eyes staring intently into Clara's. Suddenly, a smirk crossed his lips as her fingers touched them. He bit one of her fingers, raising an eyebrow at Clara.

They were having such a serious relationship discussion and he just changed the course by biting her finger. She wanted to reprimand him and perhaps if he were someone else she would have done. God knew how much she hated when her past boyfriends did that. But John was just so adorable...she found him adorable. She snatched her finger back and patted his cheek affectionately.

"Yes, your bipolar stuff has not been easy to work with. Not your fault. I'm actually doing some reading about that." She nodded towards the book.

John turned his head to the book, "What?" He asked her, his tone sharper than intended. John swallowed and sat up, moving Clara off of him and picked up the book. John stared down at it as he flipped through the pages, "Clara, you shouldn't read things like this. You don't need to understand what goes on in my head, I can deal with it myself, I take my medication, you don't need that burden."

Clara rolled his eyes as he flipped through the pages and tied her robe. "I just wanted to understand. Pure curiosity, I meant no harm." She walked up to him and snatched the book from his hands, putting it in a drawer where she kept some of her stuff.

"John, I just need to understand. Same when I was pregnant, I bought a book because I wanted to know what's happening. I just want to understand you better, is that so bad!?" She didn't raise her voice just in case it'd wake up Damian.

John sat up, his blue eyes watching Clara. He growled under his breath when she snatched the book from him, "I just don't want you to be thinking about that. I take my medication, it's not as bad as it used to be. I promise you, please don't try and understand it. It's not something anybody can get their head around, really. It just happens."

She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him intently. Eventually, she sighed and spread her hands in surrender. Her thirst for knowledge was strong, especially when it concerned someone she loved, but if he didn't want her to read it, she would stop...for now.

"Alright, have it your way, John."