Thank you so, so much for all the reviews :) Sorry that this is a shorter one but I don't actually have a story to fill it with. However I have a lot of story for my upcoming Malcolm/Clara fic called "The Intern" that I will start posting soon :)

Chapter 5

4 months later

The sound of her cello rang through every room of the house, filling it with life and, or so he thought, with love. John stretched in bed and threw the duvet aside, determined to go looking for the source of the music, all the while thinking how his old neighbours would have cursed him for playing music so early in the morning. His old neighbours. His old flat. It all seemed like a lifetime ago, another life that hadn't had Clara in it.

John found her in the living room, still wearing her pyjamas but already at the cello before breakfast and he found himself smiling as he approached her figure from behind and brought his lips to her throat.

"John," she giggled and her playing wavered a little but she didn't stop. Her scent was heavenly, a mixture of sleep, the remnants of her perfume and something that was entirely Clara. John kissed his way up to her earlobe until Clara finally stopped and moaned softly at his touch, a sound that sparked his imagination immediately. They had made love for hours last night and he still wasn't tired, quite the contrary. He was undeniably crazy about her.

"I wanted to practice before school," she complained half-heartedly but craned her neck to give him better access.

"Join the orchestra and I'll let you practice as often as you want," John whispered against her skin, smiling. He had tried to persuade her from the beginning but so far Clara had resisted his attempts.

Clara giggled some more. "I'm a teacher and I like it that way," she replied determinedly, "I just want to use the time I have to practice. You know I can't do that in my own flat with my own neighbours."

John rose from his position and reached for her cello, placing it back it its stand and away from Clara before he turned around to look at her. The question he was going to ask had been on his mind a lot lately, mostly because Clara always was, she rarely ever left his thoughts. Yet suddenly he felt nervous again, almost as nervous as when they had first met.

"You know," John began cautiously, staring down at his own two feet, "You could also practice whenever you wanted if you. . . moved. . . here."

John looked up at her hopefully and saw a smile playing around the corners of her lips. However she didn't respond immediately.

"That's worth thinking about," she said eventually, after leaving him hanging for a moment, and John's heart skipped a beat, already knowing that it would be a yes in time.

He bent forward and pressed his lips to hers in a long and soft kiss that was rudely interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

He glanced at the table to see that a message from Missy had popped up and he groaned instantly. "She's gonna want to see the house."

Clara rose from her seat and answered with a shrug. "Invite her for dinner then. You can show off your new house and your new girlfriend," she laughed when she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her body was so close to his that his thoughts wandered off instantly and he calculated his chances of dragging her back to bed before it was time to head out for work. But he was already running late and he didn't want to take a risk. John was already very lucky to have gotten his old job back and now he was actually enjoying it again. It seemed almost unbelievable how Clara had changed his entirely life just by being in it.

"Go to work," Clara told him sternly, "I don't want to hear a single wrong note when I attend the concert on Friday."

"There's an easy solution," he retorted, "Join the orchestra."

She laughed and nudged him in the ribs before releasing him from the embrace and picking her cello back up. "Maybe one day if I'm tired of teaching."

John smiled to himself as he retreated from the living room, already heading back to the shower before he turned around once more to look at her play. She was so beautiful like that and John didn't think he would ever get tired of the sight or listening to her. Clara Oswald couldn't have stumbled into his life at a better time because he vowed to show her all the gratitude he felt for changing him for the better, for waking him up.

"What do you want for dinner tonight? I thought I could cook for us," he suggested.

"You pick," Clara replied casually and turned her attention back to the instrument in her hands.

John sighed happily and began walking in the direction of the bathroom while humming along to Clara's song.