"I don't believe you," Amy said to Clara.
"Yeah I'm with her," Rose agreed.
"I'm serious. We haven't slept together."
"What the bloody hell are you waiting for because from what you told me of before, you couldn't keep your hands off of each other when he should have been keeping them off of you."
"Amy!" Both Rose and Clara exclaimed.
"That is precisely why I want to take it slowly. What we had before was pure passion. I just want to be sure we can have more than a physical relationship."
"Oh come on! You two have been in the friend zone for a long time now. I think you know that's true."
"She does have a point, Clara," Rose added.
"Well we are going out tonight and I was thinking it has been a few weeks now since we officially started dating."
"So tonight then," Amy stated.
"Maybe," Clara replied.
"God you're killing me. What more do you need?"
"That's between him and I." Clara looked at her phone and noticed the time. "Oh, I need to go."
"Avoiding the question," Amy said.
"No, I need to get ready. I have no idea where John is taking me tonight so it's going to take longer to get ready."
"Fine," Amy said as she got up to walk Clara out.
"Yeah, I should get going too. JD and I are going to an art opening tonight. Oh maybe that's where you're going Clara." Rose stated happily.
"I don't think John is really wanting to double date right now, especially since you two just got back from your honeymoon."
"That's fair," Rose replied. "But maybe we can do a double or triple date soon."
"That sounds fun," Clara answered.
The three girls said their goodbyes and Clara rushed home to jump in the shower. She had no idea where they were going and it didn't really matter because just being with the Doctor was enough. The past few weeks had been really great; dates to museums, dinner, the cinema, they even went to a play one night. The Doctor was really trying to woo her, but the truth was he really didn't need to try so hard. They hadn't done anything more than the occasional snog on the couch, except the last time he was over, things almost progressed further, but Clara held back and the Doctor never went further then she let him. She knew it likely didn't make sense to the outside observer, but she really was waiting for the right moment. She didn't just want to have sex with him, she wanted to make love to him and although she knew that was how she felt, neither of them had said those words.
She got out of the shower and spent the next half hour trying to decide what to wear until she decided to finally call him to get a tiny idea of what would be appropriate.
"You're not canceling on me, are you?" The Doctor asked as he picked up the phone.
"Never. I just want an idea of what I should wear."
"Well I'm wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a blazer. Does that help?"
"No, that's what you always wear."
"Okay," he sighed. "Do you remember what you wore when we saw Royal Blood?"
Clara thought back to the night that she had gone to a concert with her friends and saw him there. It was the night that they finally gave in and had amazing sex on her couch. She had been wearing skinny jeans, a corset top, and a leather motorcycle jacket.
"Are we going to a concert?"
"I'm not saying, I'm just saying an outfit like that would be nice. Really nice," he said as he lowered his voice.
"Okay, I think I get the idea," she laughed in the phone. "See you soon."
She hung up and went in search for that very outfit. She remembered the effect it had on him and she wouldn't mind a repeat of that night. A half hour later, the Doctor was knocking on her door just as she was putting on her deep red lipstick.
"Wow," he said as she opened the door. "I didn't think you'd wear the exact outfit, but wow."
"Very much," he answered as he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek, careful to not ruin her make up.
"Let me just grab my purse and we can go," Clara said as she stepped back.
"Well I actually have a couple of things for you before we go," the Doctor said as he stepped inside and closed the door.
"Really?" Clara asked shocked.
"Yeah, first is this." He handed her a legal sized envelope from behind his back.
"Are you suing me?" She joked, as she took it from him.
"Yes, for stealing my heart." He winked at her. "Just open it."
She opened it and pulled out papers that she started to read.
"What? John, I can't accept this." She said in awe.
"You deserve it. You have been such a huge help to me over the past months trying to figure out how to run Mondasian and still hold on to my teaching career. I want you to have that."
"But this is half of the company!"
"I know. We'd be partners." He could see she was in complete shock. "Look, I'm not saying you need to sign the papers right now. Think about it, but it is really what I want and I think it's what James would have wanted too."
"Okay, I'll think about it." She put the papers down on a nearby table. "What else did you have for me?"
"A clue as to where we're going tonight." He handed her an album that he had behind his back as well.
Clara took it from him and smiled at what it was. She had loved this record so much, but after she had found out he was cheating on Rose with her, she couldn't bear to listen to it any more. In fact, she hadn't listened to it in almost two years.
"Are we going to see the Kills?"
"We are. I hope that's okay. I know that you broke that album when you were angry with me, so I thought I'd buy it for you again."
"I love it, thank you. Ash and Ice was one of my favourites."
"Mine too. You were right about music being able to convey messages that people may have a hard time communicating. I couldn't tell you what I felt back then, but that album reminded me so much of you that I had to give it to you."
"Thank you, for all of this."
"You're very welcome. Ready to go?"
She grabbed her bag and they headed off to the concert. She loved the Kills and had always wanted to see them live, so she was even more excited that she was finally going to get that opportunity. When they got to the show, they got some drinks and then made their way towards the stage. The whole night was reminding her of the night they were last at a concert, except with one difference, the Doctor could openly hold her hand and not just pretend to brush up against her. The band took the stage and the two of them swayed in time to the music, the Doctor stepping behind her, so that he could put his hands on her hips and move with her to the sexy beats. She knew she wasn't the only one that was getting turned on from the night, and as much as she did want to wait, she didn't think she could any longer. The show ended and they grabbed a cab to head home, holding hands in the backseat the whole way. When they got to Clara's, the Doctor paid the driver and then they both got out.
"Do you want to come up?" She asked.
The Doctor wasn't sure what that meant because she had wanted to take it slow, but the whole night he was getting the vibe from her that tonight might be the night she was wanting to speed it up. He didn't want to pressure her, but he wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and tell her how much he loved her and how he never wanted to let her go.
"Yes," he answered and the two climbed the stairs to her flat.
"Why don't you put some music on while I get us a drink."
"Okay," he said and he walked off into the living room.
Clara thought for sure he would be putting on the Kills album, but was surprised when the sounds of Frank Sinatra came through instead. She smiled, knowing that this album meant a lot to him and he had given it to her because it reminded him of her. She poured their drinks and returned to where he was standing near her balcony door looking out over the neighbourhood.
"This isn't the album I thought you'd pick." She handed him a glass.
"Do you remember when I played this for you in my office?"
"I do. I believe you said this song reminded you of me."
"Witchcraft always has." He winked at her and then put his glass down, taking hers from her hand as well. "Dance with me."
He pulled her into his arms and started twirling her around the room almost expertly. She had no idea he could dance this way and it was such a lovely moment. The song changed to All the Way, and the Doctor started singing in her ear.
When somebody loves you
It's no good unless he loves you all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you - all the way
Clara started getting shivers as his voice resonated down her body. She loved this man more than anything and she really couldn't hold back any longer. She had waited long enough.
Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you'll let me love you
It's for sure I'm gonna love you
All the way
The lyrics were so true and he needed to say it to her. It didn't matter if she didn't say it back. He wanted to shout it from the tallest building just how much he loved her.
They both spoke at the same time and the Doctor being the gentleman, insisted Clara go first.
"I don't even know where to start, because I've felt this for so long, but got so lost along the way." Her eyes started to well. "I've never met anyone like you and I don't think I ever will again."
Before she could say the words, the Doctor leaned down and captured her lips in his, slowly savouring their kiss while he pulled her tightly against him. This was a kiss like none other, it was the kiss that held all the promises, all their hopes and dreams.
"I love you, Clara Oswald," the Doctor said as he finally pulled away, stealing the words out of her mouth. "I love you with every beat of my heart and no matter what happens, I'm never letting you go."
"You won't have too," she answered as her tears started to spill. "Because I'm not going anywhere ever again."
He brought his hands up to her cheeks and wiped her tears away with his thumbs, smiling down at her before he placed a light kiss on the tip of her nose.
"I love you, John. I'm so sorry I didn't see that sooner."
"Shh, it doesn't matter because we're here now. And I plan on telling you just how much I love you, every chance I get."
"Want to show me how much?" She gave him a sly grin.
The Doctor didn't say anything, but just raised an eyebrow and Clara nodded, knowing he was asking if she was sure. His smile grew so wide it was almost devilish and he leaned in kissing her again, literally sweeping her off her feet this time. He effortlessly carried her to her bedroom where the two took their time undressing and relishing each kiss, touch, and caress. It had been a very long time since the two of them had been together and they didn't want to rush this because this time it was different. It was almost like they were rewriting their past and starting how they should have, slow, patient and not letting their desires get the better of them. Their desire for each other in the beginning was so impetuous that it made them blind to the people around them. But over the past year and months they had grown to be best friends who learned they had other desires, an unyielding desire to grow and learn more about one other, which lead them to their hearts most absolute desire, love and respect.
They laid in each other's arms, feeling the happiest they had felt in the longest time. Clara couldn't stop smiling and even though she couldn't see the Doctor's face she knew he was likely feeling the same. He was running his hand and up and down her arm, sending warm tingling feelings through her whole body. This was right, this was home, and neither of them ever wanted to be apart from the other again. There was no debate as to what Clara wanted, she wanted to be with John for the rest of her life and she knew what she needed to do. She rolled away from him and got out of bed.
"Hey, where are you going?" He asked with a whimper.
"I'll be right back," she smiled at him as she walked out of the room, not bothering to put anything on.
The Doctor enjoyed the sight of her walking away and counted his blessings that they had finally made their way back to each other. He had missed this closeness between them and had especially missed the feel of her wrapped around him. She returned carrying the envelope he had given her earlier, and sat down on the bed, reaching for a pen from her side table.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Isn't it obvious," she replied as she took the papers out of the envelope and flipped to the last page and signed her name. "I'm becoming your partner."
"You sure?" He questioned.
"For the first time in a very long time. I love you John and I never want to be away from you again. We've already wasted so much time, and if there's anything James' death can teach us, is that time is precious. This is more than just a business partnership; I want to be your partner in everything. If you'll have me?"
"Absolutely," he replied, smiling at her. "I'll have you forever."
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who followed this story all the way to the end! I had no idea my little idea to write a student/professor story would turn into a trilogy with a mystery twin, jail time, drug dealers and murder. I appreciated all the comments I got throughout and the patience with my cliffhangers, you guys are the best!
For now this is the end of this story, but who knows, an epilog might come out of me later. Righ now I'm about four chapters in on my next 12/Clara AU. Clara and John have a forbidden long distance love and with so many obstacles in their way, how will it all turn out in the end. If you want to know when this story comes out, subscribe to find out :) Until the next one, cheers!