I never know why. I only know who. (AU)

Chapter 10

WARNING SMUT. This chapter is basically just smut so don't read if you don't want to!

They somehow managed to stay calm as they walked through the door of Clara's house. Slowly walking up the stairs, she pulled him by the hand and helped him up.

It felt like everything was going so strangely. That was until they had shut her bedroom door.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, grabbing onto him as she attacked him in a fierce kiss. He responded enthusiastically, grasping her waist as they kicked their shoes off, and John leaned down every few moments to remove his socks.

They both moved back until Clara's knees hit the bed. When they felt that resistance of movement, they both pulled apart and stared at each other lustfully.

They could even explain how long they had been waiting for this moment, but now they felt like they were rushing things and going too slow all at once.

Clara slowly reached behind her and unzipped her dress, allowing it to drop ceremoniously to the floor. John's eyes widened at the sight of her body and she stood still for a moment, allowing him to drink it in.

She had to admit that she felt awkward standing there with so little clothes on, but she didn't want to seem scared in case he changed his mind.

She took a big step out of dress and picked it up off the floor, folding it over a chair neatly so that it wouldn't crumple. It may not have been the best moment for laundry, but the dress cost way too much to damage.

Clara looked down awkwardly at her sleeveless bra and red lacy pants, biting her lip nervously.

John took a step forward, grasping her bottom lip and un-tugging it from her teeth. "You look beautiful." He murmured honestly, before grasping her bottom lip with his own teeth and starting their kiss back up again.

Clara quickly shrugged off his jacket, putting it over the chair too, in case it cost a lot, and then began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

She moaned into his mouth as he moved his mouth down to her neck, nipping and sucking hard and occasionally biting into her skin, which was bound to leave a mark. But in that moment, she didn't care, and she moaned louder, urging him to do it again.

The temptation to close her eyes in pleasure was hard to fight as she undid the last few buttons and threw the shirt to the side. Her hands instantly roamed his chest and she pulled herself back onto the bed, John falling with her.

They moved into a position in the centre of the bed, Clara opening her legs so that John could rest in-between them. She could feel his hard member pressed to her centre and she groaned at the feel, shifting to cause some friction which made both of them cry out at the same time. His trousers were getting painfully tighter by the moment and he wasn't sure if he could hold on much longer.

She knew that they needed to slow down, but she was desperate to get his trousers off him, undoing the button and fly hastily and allowing him to kick them off as best he could with her assistance.

Clara pulled back from the passionate kiss they had been sharing, her lips bruised and swollen, her cheeks flushed, so that she could stare at John.

"We should slow down." She mumbled, looking to him and licking her lips at the sight before her. His hair was ruffled and his lips were also swollen from their heated kisses.

"Yeah." He agreed breathlessly, continuing the kiss but more gently. It was just as passionate even so, if not more loving and longing.

His hands moved from her hair, down her shoulders, and to the back of her bra. He unclipped it expertly and instantly moved his hands to her breasts, kneading them and tugging them at her pleasure.