Just Clara

"Aww, I can’t help being flattering, Clara. You’re my beautiful girl, the one I love. I’m glad I finally told you how I feel. Just seeing how happy you were… it made me happy."

A blush rose onto her cheeks and she looked down for a moment. "And you're my handsome Clever, who I could never leave. I can't imagine being with anyone else but you. You make me the happiest I've ever felt." she whispered, running her hand through his hair. 

They were getting married. 

Because how could he help himself? He adored her, wanted to spend every moment possible near her… oh he was smitten, completely in love, and he’d never felt this way before.

Then he saw her - and his jaw dropped completely at how she looked. That was Clara? 

"Hello?" he questioned, quietly enough to avoid startling her. "Clara, is that you? What are you doing, what are you up to… didn’t even know you had a wardrobe as… edgy as that."

"I'm going to the bar, Clever, right?" she said, looking at her nails. "And finding myself a real man, while you...moon over her. She doesn't have to be here for that, right?" Oswin smiled cruelly. 

"I know!" she said at the comment on the wardrobe. "It took me hours to find this. If you loved the girl you could at least give her some insight on what she should wear. She practically dresses like a nun." Oswin sighed. 

"Now how could I not love you?" Clever whispered, one hand caressing her cheek tenderly. “You’re kind, funny and absolutely beautiful - not just in appearance, but everything about you. I know now, I’m learning just as you are, that this is what love is, nothing else could possibly feel as wonderful and perfect as this does, the way I feel that you fit perfectly with me, fill that empty little space in my hearts, and that your love and kindness, it’s made me a better person. Last night, it was sacred, a worship, and it shouldn’t be any other way. You’re perfect to me, just like a little goddess, so I wouldn’t possibly want to treat you in any other way, than with all the tenderness and devotion that you deserve."

She looked at him as he told her how he felt, her hands drawing patterns on his chest. "You are far too flattering, Mister Sigma." she said, poking his nose. "I am glad that you love me. To be honest, I was pretty sure I would never hear those words from you, imagine my surprise walking in last night to hear those very words." she said, a smile on her face. 

"I couldn't have dreamed a better way to wake up, then next to you." Clara said, smiling into his kiss. She nestled closer to him, nuzzling his cheek. "So I have a question." Clara said softly. "Will this...change anything? I mean...will we...tell people about us?" 

“Come what may, come what may, I will love you, until my dying day.”

Warmth spread through Clara’s body, stemming from the pit of her stomach, his kisses setting little fires on her skin.  Her hand curled into his hair as hips lips reached her collarbone. “Yours.” She repeated reverently, pulling his head up to look into his eyes, gazing at him with complete admiration. “Yours forever, like the stars.”

With a quiet voice she sang that one line, from the song they sang together that night, the very first night they made love, the night he told her he loved her.

He could see why she liked it here, it was… peaceful, quiet, and had such a beauty about it, close to the stars. He’d always liked the stars, seemed like the two of them already had that in common. That, and their love of tech.

He felt honoured, in a way, that she’d given him the code to get in here - a code he possibly could have hacked if he’d wanted to anyway, but he wouldn’t of, he’d only have come in here with her permission - and he crossed the space between them, a little timidly, carrying the blanket he’d brought with him under his arm.

Over-thinking things? Probably.  

Surprisingly, she let him place his blanket over her shoulders, and lightly pushed back.  "Better not start that again, Clever, roof top." she said, gesturing around her."So, do you like it?" she asked timidly, biting her lip as she looked at him.  

This was new, yes, but it sort of felt comfortable.  Right.  She lightly leaned against his shoulder, sighing contentedly, as she looked up, basking in how the stars glowed in the darkness.  The moon shone down with silver light, not taking away from the beauty of the stars, surprisingly.  

Clara thought for a moment, waiting for a song to strike her fancy, waiting for something to take hold, like she always did.  Finally, something did, and  she went along with it, swaying gently, and somehow, accepting Clever's presence.  

"Yes," Clever murmured quietly, brushing his lips against hers for a moment. “You do seem different, you’re radiant and beautiful, with a newly found confidence in yourself and your own body, and just something about you, some little part in your eyes, has changed, but in a good way. Just look at you, so comfortable and confident," he breathed, his hands ghosting gently over her sides and hips. “And now you know what sex is supposed to feel like, when someone loves you and will adore and cherish you, just like you deserve," Clever said softly.

"Yes, I can feel it too. And I’ve never felt this way about anyone either, like every bit of my hearts sing out my love for you, and you’ve become the gravity, the centre to my universe. I love you with every little bit of me, and you complete me, fill that part of my soul that usually feels so miserable and alone."

"You gave me that confidence, Clever, because I wasn't sure that anyone could love me.  Let alone love me like that.  Make me feel beautiful." she whispered, smiling again. "I thought sex was.....something painful and dark, meant only for the man to feel pleasure." her eyes became a little sad and dark, laced with dark memories.  "But you." she looked at him again, the darkness opening in her eyes to love and happiness.  "You have taught me that it's sacred.  A worship.  Not just me of you, but you of me as well, and it was beautiful." 

"Clara, my love," Clever murmured in return, and then found that she was kissing him again, pulling him to her and the sound of her voice, the look in her eyes, had such need, desire, that made his own hearts begin to race.

Blimey, how did she do that? He’d thought that all he’d be able to do for the net few hours would be to grin, happy because he had her and they were going to be married. Except now, the desire hinted at every small movement she made, it sent desire for her coursing through his veins, and he matched her with every gesture she made, his own emotions and feelings mirroring hers. 

Her thighs spread on either side of him, her dress riding up as she accepted him closer.  "I love you." she breathed, her eyes matching his, matching his desire.  

"Do I seem different?" Clara asked softly.  "I've heard stories about girls seeming different after they have....well..." she blushed a faint red.  "Made love for the first time." she put it that way, knowing he'd understand.  Last night was, in fact, her first time really making love, truly turning it into something physical.  

And it had been magical.  

Her body felt a little sore, but in a good way, like it reminded her of what had happened, telling her it wasn't a dream. "No, I suppose it isn't shallow for us.  We are forever. I can feel it." she finally agreed. "I have never felt this way either.  Never felt like my every breath depends on you.  It's a little scary." she admitted.