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“So it’s like… this…?”
“No,” Jenny giggles, and repositions Vastra’s hands; one in hers, and the other resting on her waist. Jenny’s own spare hand goes rests on Vastra’s shoulder. She guides her wife in a slow dance around the ballroom, hidden away in the TARDIS. She looks up into the Silurian’s face, and giggles again at the adorable confusion on that scaly face. Vastra smiles, and Jenny concentrates on guiding them around the room.
Vastra rolls her eyes, but follows her wife on the floor. A grin graces Jenny’s face, and she tilts her head back, displaying that cheeky grin to Vastra.
Before the Silurian is even aware of what’s happening, the back of her shirt is ripped and hangs open at the back, and Jenny backs away with a smirk and a handful of fabric. Vastra looks astonished as Jenny sniggers and says cheekily, “I said I’d teach you ’ow to dance. I didn’t say what kinda dance.”
Realisation dawns on Vastra’s face, and the Silurian growls. “You naughty girl…” she says with a grin of her own. She prowls toward the human, and suddenly lunges, causing Jenny to squeal as they both collapse to the floor, laughing and kissing and leaving them both quite breathless.
Suddenly, from elsewhere in the TARDIS, a loud BANG erupts, and the Doctor’s frantic yelling and Strax clearly declaring that some threat has been dealt with echoes down the corridor. Vastra and Jenny look at each other, and burst into peals of laughter. Vastra’s hand settles on her wife’s hip, caressing the flesh through the fabric of Jenny’s shirt. The maid sighs happily, and reaches up with her own hand to cup Vastra’s face. They gaze into each other’s eyes.
“You know he’ll ’ave our ’eads for trophies and our guts fer garters, ma’am?”
“I don’t care.”