twelfthsong | — I'ᴍ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ

[John can't help but laugh at that.] You aren't shallow. You're just vocal and don't mind letting me know.

[He does have to clear his throat though at the emphasis about lust. Once again his answer comes out just as easily as before but it's masked in his throat clearing.] Your legs.

My legs? [ She almost laughs because she thinks he isn't serious, but then she realizes he is. ]

Really? I'm so short, barely any legs there at all.

[Well now he just feels silly and it shows in the slight furrow of his brows as he looks away. All he can muster is a muttered protest in his own defence and really of her legs.]

They're nice legs.

It's just...I never thought they were anything special. No one's ever said they like my legs before.

[ Clara turns to face him fully, not liking that she made him frown. ]

You're the first person to ever say it. I was surprised because my legs aren't like River's. [ Now she's turning red, embarrassed for even admitting she'd compared herself. ]

Well it's not like I've had to carry River on my shoulders at a concert for an extended period of time before.

[That and River was taller than Clara by several inches. His eyes searched her face.]

I loved River for different reasons than I love you, Clara. You know that.

I know. I promise. [ She means it and looks right at him so he knows. ]

Still working on a few of my own insecurities. Never told you about any of them because you do make me feel amazing. Hearing that specifically about my legs out loud was nice. And I'm really glad the inside of my thighs got to meet the sides of your head that night. It was like their sneak peek.

[ She can't help herself, but at least her voice is low. And now maybe he'll be too flustered to ask about any other insecurities. ]

Clara!

[His eyes turn wide and his cheeks turn a little pinker but there's an undeniable jolt that runs through his body at the mention of her thighs. He can't help the volume of his exclamation either and Gisella hears it, her voice piping up to ask if everything is alright.]

Yup - yes. Nothing wrong, Clara just almost dropped a book.

[ She claps a hand over her mouth and tries not to dissolve into laughter. But it's so hard, and she's shaking with laughter before she finally gets it together. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't even say it that loud! [ Clara laughs again and leans into him and then whispers because she's absolutely evil. ]

I probably shouldn't mention then, that no one's ever loved my chest as much as you do. Think maybe with your mouth alone I could - [ He's spared from her finishing that sentence when the door close to them opens and someone walks in, making Clara clear her throat and look back at the books. Let him imagine how that statement was going to end. ]

[God help him. John can't help but look skyward for a brief moment despite not being a religious man as he felt the heat creep beneath the collar of his shirt. He stepped up beside her so that he could whisper down to her once the person who had entered went down a different aisle.]

You're going to be the death of me. We can't leave here for a while so you might as well browse.

[ She's trying not to be smug but she can't help it. ]

You know. We don't need to go to the antique store after this. [ Clara glances over her shoulder at him wondering if she should really go for it, or let him be surprised back at the hotel.

She decides to let him be surprised otherwise, they'll never get out of the store. Clara does pick up a book or two and then meets him again with a grin, leaning against the end of a shelf. ]

You all sorted?

Depends on how badly you wanted to find this mysterious thing you keep talking about buying.

[John is admittedly doing his best to try and think about anything but Clara’s thighs gripping the sides of his head but she definitely isn’t making it easy. Eventually though he’s left to his own devices, wandering further into the store and picking up a couple of books to add to their now small collection.]

Sorted.

[Gisella rings them up complimenting the both of them for their choices saying that they’ll enjoy them. Before they leave she tells Clara it was lovely meeting her before glancing towards John with a bat of her eyelashes saying she was looking forward to class on Tuesday. To his credit though he doesn’t seem to notice.]

So, antique shop? Or have you had your fill of shopping today?

[ Clara rolls her eyes as she turns her back to Gisella because she's really not worried. Exactly because he didn't notice. And because she just made his pants tight with only a few words. ]

It'd actually be better if you didn't come with me when I pick it up. [ Which is a sure hint it's something for him. ]

What are you planning? Should I be worried?

[He asks it lightly though with no trace of suspicion. It's simply a teasing, amused question because he can't help but feel loved and spoiled by her even thinking about getting something for him.]

Oh very. [ Clara grins at him. ] But there's a small surprise waiting for you already. Well, I dunno if it's a surprise, surprise.

[ Is not wearing any knickers all day just for the moment he realizes a suprrise? She doesn't know. ]

I don't wanna to over-sell it.

Is it a surprise for the hotel?

[There's probably nothing that Clara could over-sell to him. He's already wrapped around her finger.]

[ Clara opens her mouth, then closes it, then clears her throat. ]

I mean, you could, if you wanted, have your surprise now. but I think you might appreciate it better at the hotel.

[John is usually a little slower on the uptake for these sorts of things but seeing her reaction to his question, he clears his own throat, something clicking in his head. Quickly he grabs her hand leading her back towards the direction of their hotel.]

Hotel it is. We do have a fair number of books anyway.

[ He makes her laugh and she lets him pull her along. She still worries it was too much of an upsale. She'd felt bold when she was getting dressed, and when she'd slipped the dress on it felt nice having nothing against her skin. So, Clara's been knickerless all day, but she has no idea if that's something that does it for him or not.

Her plan is for him to discover it himself, but whether or not he'll realize that's the surprise remains to be seen.

As soon as they're in the room and the door is closed, Clara finishes her thought from the store. ]

I think you could stay right here [ She gestures to her chest. ] with that mouth of yours and make me come.

[They're barely through the door and he's barely untied his boots when Clara speaks. He looks up from where he's standing as he slowly straightens up, the tote bag of books left forgotten by the door for the time being.

There's a hunger in his eyes as he draws to his full height and fingers reach behind her to slowly unzip the back of her sundress.]

Is that what you'd like?

[ After all of the teasing in the bookshop, all that Clara can do is nod as she watches his face. The actual want for her she sees is all it takes for her to forget how to talk. But she remembers herself eventually, voice low, confirming. ]

I'd love for you to give it your most enthusiastic go.

[With the zipper undone, his hands slowly slip the straps of her dress down her shoulders allowing it to fall from her body revealing the rest of her it. There's a raised eyebrow on his part when he sees Clara standing there already half naked with nothing but a bra on and after a moment of admiring the sight before him, her bra joins the dress on the floor and he's sweeping her into his arms to throw her onto the bed.

There's normally a more gentle nature to his motions in bed - but he was a starved man after being teased so mercilessly in the bookshop. John is so tempted to reach between her legs to adore her that way but Clara had had a request - a challenge really - that he planned on rising to the occasion with.

He's attentive as always if not hungry. His tongue works her nipples while his hands work dutifully kneading and squeezing. He scrapes his teeth lightly against the goosebumps appearing on her smooth skin, eyes flickering up towards her to watch her expression. His eyes speak volumes: he wants her to feel pleasured, to feel loved. He wanted her, no one else. And if she wanted different, all she had to do was tell him.]

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[ In all honesty, she hadn't known what to expect from him, but he's like a man possessed, focused on the task she set out. It's a slow build, pleasure knotting low in her belly as she gasps and sighs. Her fingernails rake across his back and shoulders.

She doesn't see him watching her, head tipped back as one hand buries itself in his hair - only one of her tells that she's close. Her teeth pull her bottom lip between her teeth: the second tell. ]

John, fuck I'm- [ Closer than she thought as her body tenses and then she cries out his name louder, both hands in her hair. This is something new, surprise mixed in with the pleasure on her face. She doesn't know what she loves more, that he can do this to her, or that John's the only person who ever has - ever will. She's left panting heavily, trying to remember how to talk. ]

That...that was...[ she can't get anything else out. ]

[There's a chuckle of amusement and surprise when Clara comes. He'd never had that kind of request in his limited dating experience, but he supposed, there was a first for everything. If anything, he was more pleased about the fact that he could do this to her and for her - make her come undone however it was she wanted could easily be listed under his favourite things.]

How was that for enthusiastic? [He's murmuring it against her skin relishing the feeling of her hands in his hair as he presses heated but slow kisses between her breasts. He waits for her answer but slowly makes his way down the length of her body gauging her appetite for more.]

Perfect. [ She finally figures out how to talk again just as his mouth moves downward and she shudders, parting her legs and inviting him to love her exactly the way he wants to. Clara's never been with someone so generous, and it's her absolute damn delight to be generous in return.

She lets herself be loud in the anonymity of another country, crying out as loudly as she dares. And then again which means she has to fight the lethargy wanting to settle into her bones.

Tugging him up, she kisses him deeply, moaning at the taste of herself on his lips before reversing their positions and straddling his hips. Her hand reaches between them to stroke slowly, watching his face. ]

No one's ever touched me like that before. Do you realize that? But you know me. No one's done that before either. [ Not the way he does. ] I love you. [ Clara breathes out the words so softly as she guides him into her body. She wants him to feel exactly how she did, as loved and pleasure-filled. She leans down so that her forehead is against his and they're as close as they can be. ]

[He doesn't need much coaxing in terms of her touch. Her voice, the feel of her thighs pressing in on either side of his head encouraging his tongue, and her taste are enough to have him straining against his pants. John's eyes are heady with desire when Clara climbs on top of him, his hands already finding the grooves of her hips to move her up and down in time with his motions.

He exhales her name, eyes closing out of love more than anything else.]

I love you, Clara.

[It doesn't take him long to reach his climax. He can feel it coming and his hand moves between them to help coax her along with him. When he does shatter, pleasure rolls through his body as he moans her name.]

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