Cont.
John was pretty sure he was going to die, or atleast fall as he had tripped on that stupid carpet more times than he could count already. but then he had always been alone and managed to catch himself. Now, someone grabed a hold of him, made him lose his balance and he (very masculine-y) let out a sort of squeal as he grabbed hold of Clara as well as he fell over and drgged her with him into the bed. “oof!” he grunted and held on tight to Clara even though he didn’t have to. “My hero.” he groaned. she might be small but she was fucking heavy in a fall like that.
“Seems I’m the one who got you, miss Oswald.” he grinned as he got his breath back, fingers came up to brush a strand of her from her face, but it dropped quickly to her back when he realized what he’d just done. It would just take another moment before he realized that he still held onto her.
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