*WARNING* Explicit content

Couples argue

He sighed, stood up and crossed the room. John gently closed their bedroom door and stepped closer to Clara, "I meant it, darling. You don't need to understand it. I haven't had a bad episode since before I met you, you make me so happy being bipolar isn't even a problem anymore."

She chewed her lip a little and rested her forehead on his chest, her arms still crossed over her chest. "But what if I can't keep making you happy and those episodes come back again...?" She asked quietly.

"Sometimes I think you think too highly of me and I don't want to disappoint you."

John wrapped his arms around Clara, his heart racing. He swallowed and pressed a kiss into her hair, "Clara Oswald, you'll always make me happy, they'll never be a day that you won't make me happy. Please, stop worrying. I'm okay. The day I stop taking my medication is the day I'm not okay."

She slowly wrapped her arms around him and kissed his chest softly, then rested her cheek against his heart. "I'll always worry. Nothing I can do about that." She sighed and hugged him closer, needing to feel him close to her to know that it was real. Sometimes she was afraid of sleeping and waking up the next day, only to realise that the life she lived now was all in her head.

"If there is a zombie apocalypse and you can't have your medication, I'll love you anyway." She muttered with a soft smile.

John nodded, a small smile on his face. His hand moved into Clara's robe and stroked up and down her back, "Come on, you need sleep. You've been looking after Damian all day." He said, guiding her back towards their bed as he untangled himself from her. He laid her down and took off her robe and climbed on top of her, smiling down at Clara, "First I just want to make sure you know I love you," he muttered, leaning down to kiss all the stretch marks on her waistline and the tiny scars and marks she had on every inch of her skin.

Even though she got her old figure back after the pregnancy, she got stretch marks and a few scars. She didn't particularly fancy those but she had learned to accept them. She smiled down at him as he kissed her marks on her stomach and around her waist. "I do know you love me, idiot. You demonstrate that every day."

John mumbled his reply and carried on with kissing all over her stomach, every inch of her skin. He couldn't get enough of Clara Oswald and he never would. John swallowed, his heart racing as he stared up at her in adoration, like a puppy begging for a belly rub.

"A man your age shouldn't be that adorable." She commented as she rubbed his head. His blue eyes were electrifying. "Come up, you big dork. Kiss me, yeah?" Truth to be told, Clara found John completely irresistible which was one of the reasons why she couldn't stay mad at him for long.

John slowly stood up, his heart racing. He rested his hands on her cheeks, leaning in to kiss Clara, "If you say so..." He said quietly, leaning in to kiss her again.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, wanting to feel him close. She bit his lower lip softly then soothed it with her tongue and kissed him softly. For some reason, she was giddy with excitement and once she realised why, she started laughing, breaking the kiss. "I'm sorry, oh God, sorry." She peppered his face with kisses and buried her head on his neck, hugging him hard.

John frowned at Clara's words, "What's wrong?" He questioned her, his arms wrapping around his girlfriend delicately. He had no idea what she was talking about, he was genuinely confused. "What are you sorry about? The little argument?"

She chuckled. "No, no. I just had a thought and just started laughing for no reason, that's what I'm sorry for." She caressed his back, her face still pressed against his neck and she pressed little kisses there as she kept talking.

"Just ignore that."

John laughed a little, his hand at the hem of Clara's robe. He reached up and pushed it from her body, letting it fall to the floor as Clara kissed his neck, "I'll never ignore you, Clara Oswald."

She hummed and moved her kissed up his jaw, then to his earlobe, biting it softly, her pulse quickening. She was sure that he would be able to hear it. "I know you know this but I absolutely love the way you say my name. So sexy."

John growled under his breath as he felt Clara bite his earlobe and his fingers slowly ran down her side, stroking her. He stared at Clara, his eyes darkening, "Clara," he muttered, his tone darker. "Clara Oswald..."

She bit her lip as her pupils expanded as she looked at him, his strokes setting her skin aflame. "John..." She moaned a little as she licked her lips, her eyes darting to his lips and then back to his eyes, her hands moving to the back of his head.

John couldn't take the sexual tension any longer. He growled and moved towards her, his hand reaching out and pushing her against the wall. John snarled and pinned Clara's wrists against the wall, his blue eyes flicking from her eyes and to her lips.

She groaned a little but not in pain, but surprise. He had enough of their plays, it seemed. "Not so patient, eh, big boy?" She asked as she raised her eyebrows at her, her chest rising and falling slowly.

John leaned in close to Clara's ear, his voice almost growling at her, gripping her wrists tighter, "Clara Oswald," he said slowly, his lips parting as he breathed into her mouth, "Do you want me to be patient?"

She moaned and itch between her legs becoming more noticeable. This man...she didn't know how he could make her randy in a few minutes, never mind the sexual tension they had. "You are not known for being patient." She inched forward as if to kiss him but he had pulled back a bit. She grinned.

"Do with me whatever you want."

John growled, a certain look in his blue eyes, "I will do with you whatever the fuck I like..." He smirked at Clara, his eyes dropping to her lips again. He liked the sexual tension, but he wasn't sure if he could take it anymore. It was driving him crazy and he could only feel himself becoming harder.

"Keeping me waiting is one of those things?" She challenged him as she smirked at him. She knew that he appeared to be in control but they both knew it was the other way around. He always acted when she challenged him. She dare say that she had his balls in a basket, literally.

John growled and kept his grip on Clara's wrists, leaning in to kiss her hard. He pressed his body against hers, his lips parting as his tongue slipped into her mouth, battling hers for dominance. She gave as good as she got, even biting down on his tongue a little to make him retreat and charge ahead. Her hands were restraining against his but his grip was too tight, she didn't mind that. It turned her on even more for him to be using his force against her, trying to have her at his mercy. He smirked and then growled into Clara's mouth, being incredibly rough with her. John released one of Clara's wrists, his hand reaching down to tear down her underwear. John's other hand reached up and slapped her across her chest, his fingers leaving a mark on her breasts.

She hissed in pain, shooting him a look. He would pay for that. With her free hand, she slapped him a bit hard across the face and then dragged his face towards hers by holding his chin and kissing him roughly, but not without biting his lip hard, breaking it a little.

John winced at the slap on his face and he growled loudly, "I liked that, not going to lie..." He admitted and groaned loudly when Clara kissed him, biting his lip. He pulled back from her and wiped his mouth.

"I'm bleeding." He growled and looked Clara up and down before he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. John slammed Clara against the wall and aligned himself at her entrance, slamming inside of her and throwing her half way up the wall with the force of it.

Her other hand grabbing onto his hair tight, she muffled her scream by biting her fist. She left indentation marks and looked down at his smug face and broken lip. "Got carried away." She said as a sort of apology. Truth to be told, he looked hotter with a broken lip. She kissed her forefinger and pressed them to his broken lip, winking at him.

He growled and started to move his hips, "It's fine," he told her quickly. John breathed heavily, his cock thrusting inside of her again and again, each time he was throwing her half way up the wall.

"Now shut up and let me fuck the crap out of you."

She complied and shut up, Clara really liked it when he got like this. She held onto his shoulders tight, careful not to hurt him. She swallowed her moans and groans and tried to make the minimum bit of noise she could. He was fucking her so good and she was certain that all of her body would hurt in the morning. John started to pant, his groans quiet in case he woke Damian up. He growled, his eyes closing as he used his little trick on Clara and pulled all the way out of her and slammed back into her. He slammed into Clara until he had almost made her cum but pulled out of her last minute. John growled and grabbed a handful of Clara's hair, guiding her down onto her knees in front of him.

As her feet made contact with the floor, he guided her down on her knees. She kneeled looking up at him, waiting for instructions. She wanted to smack him, if he hadn't pulled out, she would've cum. The bastard.

John disappeared for a moment, told her to close her eyes and returned a few minutes later. He stood behind her, his breathing steady. He grinned, hatching a plan in his head, "Keep your eyes closed," he ordered her and then grabbed one of her wrists, dragging her to the edge of the bed and handcuffing one of her wrists.

John kneeled down in front of Clara and grabbed her face, "If you touch yourself with the other hand, you won't be able to have me inside of you," he growled and slapped her face a little, getting up and then sitting down at his desk, drawing up ideas for new content for his magazines.

She groaned aloud and just leaned over the bed, resting her head on it as she watched him, a pout in her face. "I hate you." She really didn't but right now, she did. Her whole body was on fire and she was sure that when he wanted to take her again, he would. She closed her eyes, trying to keep her head down. She wasn't willing to disobey him while she was handcuffed to the bed.

John smirked to himself and then lowered his voice, Scottish accent more pronounced, "Clara Oswald, how I'd love to fuck you until you can't walk..." He growled but continued to draw, not looking over his shoulder at her. "I want to taste and eat you out until you're screaming my name and begging me to make you cum. I want to fuck you until you're raw and I'm choking you. I want to take everything that belongs to me, Clara."

His words caused her heartbeat to speed up, she didn't want to listen to him and his beautiful voice. He knew what he was doing, she had no doubt about that. She squeezed her legs, getting some friction as she heard him talk, her lower lip between her teeth as she imagined what he was saying.

He stood up from his chair after making Clara wait for half an hour, checked the handcuffs weren't too tight and disappeared in between her legs, flicking his tongue over her clit to excite her but not drive her over the edge. John grinned and leaned in to whisper into Clara's ear, "Your cunt tastes great, Clara Oswald."

She felt him between her legs and opened her eyes, just to see his wicked eyes as he licked her clit, her hips rose on their own accord and then he rised up to whisper in her ear. She moaned. "If it tastes so great, why don't you keep at it, hmm?"

John laughed and grabbed hold of Clara's chin, blue eyes staring intently at her, "I like seeing that exhausted 'hurry up and fuck me' look on your face," he grinned and winked at her and then disappeared in between her legs again, kissing up one of her inner thighs.

She moaned needily, pulling against her restraints. "You are such a masochist. Making me wait..." She glared daggers at him. He had her where he wanted her, she supposed. "How would you feel if I did that to you, hmm?"

He grinned, "I would never let you do that to me, Clara..."