"Ahhh, faster!" She screamed.
He took her command and started thrusting faster and harder, urging her release, knowing that his was fast approaching.
"Yes! Feels so good!" She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper into her.
He could feel her begin to pulse and throb around him, as her breathing became shorter and her screams louder. He soon followed her over the edge, exploding deep inside her before he pulled out and rolled to his side off of her.
"Wow," he panted.
"Wow indeed. Your talents in the bedroom never cease to amaze me, John Smith."
"Thanks," the Doctor answered. "I aim to please."
"Well please you did. So much for our dinner plans."
"Aye, you want to order something?" He asked as he rolled out of the bed.
"Yeah, another dish of that. Seriously, where does a man your age get an arse like that?"
He chuckled while he pulled his plaid trousers on.
"Keep the flattery up, Missy, and we're not going to be eating tonight," the Doctor said as he picked his mobile up off the dresser. "Thai, or pizza?
"We had pizza the last time, so how about Thai," Missy replied as she got out of bed and pulled one of the Doctor's t-shirts on. "You order and I'll be right back."
The Doctor watched her walk off towards his washroom and smiled as he searched for the restaurant's number. Once he placed the order, he went out to the living room and started picking up the clothes they had shed earlier. He had been seeing Missy for about a month now and had never expected it to go past a couple of coffee dates, but he had found her interesting and not to mention very striking with her dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and high cheekbones. It had also been some time since he was with a woman closer to his own age, which he had to admit was nice. They were both from Glasgow and shared a lot of the same memories growing up in the industrial city.
It had been a couple of months since the ordeal with the Doyles and although he had talked to Clara a few times, he hadn't seen her. He just wasn't able to, needing time to heal his broken heart, but he also needed to know she was doing okay so he would call her from time to time. She was a strong woman and seemed to not be letting the ordeal faze her, at least that's the way it sounded over the phone, but he couldn't help but wonder if she was trying to hide her real emotions. He had thought that maybe the kidnapping might have made her pull away a bit from his twin, but from the sounds of things, it hadn't.
It was a couple of weeks after his realisation that Clara was moving on with James, that he had found Missy's business card and remembered their conversation at the ice cream shop. At first, he was going to throw it away, but then thought there was no harm in seeing her, so he called and set up a time to meet for coffee. What he hadn't expected was for them to hit it off. They had some laughs and he felt like he could have a connection with her. It was after a couple of more dates that he invited her home with him and slept with the first woman since Clara. It wasn't the greatest sex he had ever had and it was certainly typical for a first time with a new partner, the fumbling, uncertainty of what she might like, but after a couple of more tries they started to click. It wasn't a serious relationship between them, Missy understood that the Doctor was trying to get over an ex and was willing to be a distraction for him. She had recently just moved to London and much like the Doctor, didn't have a lot of friends, so for now they were taking things slowly, while enjoying the company of one another.
"Did you order yet?" Missy asked as she walked into the living room.
"Just did. Should be here in about forty minutes," he answered.
"Great! That's just enough time for us to snog on the couch," she said as she pushed him down and started kissing him.
Clara reached out and smacked the alarm clock, trying to make it stop emitting the loud annoying beeping sound. It couldn't possibly be time to get up already, she just went to sleep a few hours ago. She opened her eyes and blinked the sleep away, trying to focus on the clock.
"What time is it?" James asked groggily beside her.
"Six," Clara answered as she flopped back down on her pillow and snuggled into her bedmate.
"You shouldn't have come over here last night," James replied as he wrapped his arm around her.
"You shouldn't have invited me."
"True, I guess I'm the one to blame for our current state of tiredness. Although, I don't mind knowing it's because I was shagging you all night."
Clara smiled at the memory. "You know I'm beginning to think you need to move a bed into the living room for the number of times we do it in there."
"Nah, it's way more fun without," he answered.
"Still might be nice to actually make it to the bedroom one time," Clara answered as she rolled away from James and got up.
"Where are you going?" He whined.
"I need to get ready for work."
"But there's still time to snuggle," he replied as he patted the spot she just vacated.
"Not if you're going to join me in the shower." She answered as she walked towards his bathroom.
"Ooh that's an even better idea," James said as he threw back the covers and followed her.
It surprised Clara how much James liked to cuddle because she never would have guessed with how business like he was with their arrangement. She wasn't complaining, by no means at all, just surprised that he seemed to be softer than he let others believe. She had seen this from the first moment they stepped inside her flat after her rescue.
"Are you sure you're okay?" James asked as Clara cleaned his wounds.
"I'm fine. Besides you're the one who looks like he went a couple of rounds with Mohammad Ali."
"I'm not talking physically, Clara. Are you okay emotionally?"
She didn't answer him straight away, but instead continued cleaning his wounds. Truth was she wasn't sure. She was definitely shaken and a big bag of emotions, but it could have been much worse. It had surprised her how scared she was for James, not knowing if he was safe or not, but she was more shocked by how much money he paid to get her back. She thought he only thought of her as someone to have fun with and had made it very clear that he wasn't looking for more from her, but maybe his feelings were a little stronger. She was also concerned that this could happen again and that maybe next time it wouldn't be so easy.
"Are you sure we're safe?" She asked him.
James looked at her, took the wash cloth from her hands, and pulled her on to his lap.
"I assure you; they will not try that again."
"But how can you be sure?"
"Well for starters I'm going to be a lot more careful when I hire a new driver. And they have no reason to do it again. I paid them far more than they were owed and now we're even. I'm just sorry that you got mixed up in this."
"I'm sorry that you had to pay so much money."
"That's nothing. What's important is that you're safe and okay."
"I will be. I just maybe need some time to wrap my head around it all."
"Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere." He placed a light kiss on her forehead, careful of his fat lip.
It had taken Clara a few weeks to start feeling like herself again and to feel like being with James. She had decided to put a bit of distance between the two of them, wanting to think about this relationship and if it was truly what she wanted to get into. After much thought, she decided that she wanted to focus on herself and her career, and getting into a serious relationship might complicate that. What James was offering was companionship with no strings and that appealed more and more to her. It was clear that they both cared for each other, but there was no obligation involved. If either of them didn't want to get together, they didn't and when they did, it was always very casual.
They usually met at James' place and very rarely went out, always choosing to have dinner in. Their conversations were never very serious, and Clara liked how playful and funny James was. He had made it clear to her that she was free to date, if she wanted to, but he wouldn't be seeing anyone else. It was an unconventional relationship and it was difficult for her friends to understand, but she didn't care because for the first time in a long time, she felt happy.
The two got out of the shower some time later and Clara quickly got ready, knowing it was going to take her longer to get to work. James offered to have his new driver take her, but she wasn't ready to ride with him alone even though she knew that James had thoroughly checked him out.
"Will I see you this weekend?" James asked as he walked her to his lift.
"I'm not sure. I've got plans on Saturday, but I'll call you if I feel like meeting up after."
"Sounds good. What are you doing?" He asked.
"Meeting up with a friend." She answered, not giving him details.
"A friend who looks like me?"
It wasn't like him to ask so many questions about what she was doing and it had been some time since he had asked her about the Doctor.
The lift arrived and Clara stepped forward placing a short kiss on James' lips before getting on and wishing him a good day.
James watched as the doors closed and stood there for a moment savouring the lingering scent of Clara's perfume. He wasn't sure how to feel about her meeting his brother. He knew that she hadn't seen him since the ordeal with the Doyles, but he knew that they chatted from time to time. Which was fine because he had made it clear to her that he wasn't looking for a serious relationship, but he knew that John loved Clara and that knowledge made him feel very uneasy. It was also a feeling that was very foreign to him.
His mobile rang, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Hello."
"Hi, are you free to talk?" River asked from the other end.
"Yeah, what's going on?"
"I wanted to know how everything is going with the new venture?"
"It's fine." He gave a distracted reply.
"Is it?" She questioned. "Because your tone says otherwise."
"It is, River. Everything is going exactly as planned."
"Well you don't sound very excited about this, James. There's a lot of money to be made here."
"I know. I wouldn't have moved back here if I didn't think it would pay off," he replied, annoyed by River's comment.
"Okay, well just be sure to keep your eyes focused on the main goal and not the pretty young brunette you're shagging."
"Keep Clara out of this. She has nothing to do with any of it." James ordered.
"She may not have anything to do with our business, but if you're falling for her, that's going to be a problem."
"I'm not falling for her, River." James replied angrily. "She's just like all the other women I've been with."
"Is she? Because I didn't see you spending over a million pounds on any of them."
"And none of them had been kidnapped because of me." James snapped. "Look, just take care of New York and let me worry about London, okay?"
James ended his call and decided he would go for a run before he went into the office. River had agitated him and he needed to blow off some steam. Perhaps she was right, and he had lost focus of why he moved back, but it really shouldn't concern her so much. He walked into the bedroom and noticed the rumpled sheets and smiled at the memory of waking up next to the petite brunette. He didn't usually let women sleepover, but with Clara it was different, had been from the first moment he laid eyes on her. And maybe there was some truth to what River had said, but he would never admit it; he couldn't even admit it to himself. He just didn't know what he was feeling because he'd never been in love before. He couldn't. His lifestyle didn't allow for it and what woman could love a man like him. Especially a woman like Clara.
He shook his head and grabbed his sweats. A good run would clear his head and perhaps get him back on track and focused. It was time to fully put his plan into motion and to remember the reason he came here.