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The Doctor made to get out of bed, but Yaz caught her arm quickly, gaining her attention. “I don’t want to tell them.” She whispered urgently, so Graham and Ryan couldn’t hear from where they stood on the other side of the closed door. “Not yet.” The Doctor nodded, giving Yaz an understanding look. She gently placed a kiss on the younger woman’s forehead before jumping to her feet.
“Just a moment, why don’t we meet you downstairs?” The Doctor spoke through the door.
“Alright, we’ll just go check out then.” Graham’s voice sounded, muffled through the layer of wood that separated them. The sound of shuffling, followed by footsteps that faded down the hallway signified that they had left. The Doctor turned back to Yaz, who at this point had gotten up and was gathering her things.
The Doctor retrieved her coat and braces from the chair they were resting on, putting them on, then she sat down on the floor, pulling on her boots and lacing them up. A pair of shoes stepped into her vision, and her eyes traced up the pair of legs, the body, up to Yaz’s smiling face. Yaz reached down, offering a hand and pulling the Doctor to her feet.
The pair, hands still clasped together, peered into each other’s eyes. The Doctor wanted so desperately to kiss the woman in front of her right in that moment, but she hesitated, knowing that they were keeping Ryan and Graham waiting as it was, and the boys might start to get suspicious if they don’t make an appearance soon. “You ready?” She asked, finally breaking the moment.
Yaz sighed. “Yeah. We’ll have to face them eventually, even if they don’t know.” She dropped the Doctor’s hands, and the two women left the room, the Doctor closing the door behind them.
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“We started to get worried when we still hadn’t seen you after we’d gone and had breakfast.” Graham told the Doctor as the team made their way back to the TARDIS. The streets were busy, people bustling back and forth between shops, carriages passing uncomfortably close to the pedestrians.
“Sorry, slept in.” The Doctor offered as an explanation. It wasn’t a lie, but she certainly wasn’t going to go into any further detail, especially since she wanted to respect Yaz’s wish to keep what they had, whatever it was (they would have to talk about that later), a secret.
“Didn’t know you could sleep that long. Thought you didn’t need to, being an alien and all.” Ryan teased.
“You underestimate me, Ryan Sinclair!” The Doctor joked. “Anyways, here we are, back at the TARDIS.” She gestured grandly at the blue box, swinging the door open and ushering the team inside. “All charged up and ready to go!” The Time Lord dashed to the console and started pulling leavers, pushing buttons, and retrieving a custard cream from the dispenser, all of which sent the ship swirling into the time vortex.
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“Are we-are we gonna talk about this?” Yaz asked. She and the Doctor were curled up on a sofa in a corner of the TARDIS library, away from the prying eyes of their companions. Yaz’s head was resting on the Doctor’s shoulder, who was reading a book. She lowered it and turned towards Yaz at the question. “Us, I mean.” Yaz clarified, shifting to face the Doctor.
The Time Lord closed the book, setting it aside. “Of course. What do you want to talk about?”
“I want to know, what are we? Are we seeing each other?” Yaz asked. Everything had been very casual between them up until now, and they had not actually spoken any of this before.
“Are we?” This conversation, however, felt very familiar. They had kissed that night in Cardiff, and several times since, but the Doctor didn’t want to push Yaz, didn’t want their relationship to be more than Yaz was ready for. She didn’t want to want more than Yaz did.
Yaz let out a small laugh. “We’re more than friends at this point, I think. Yeah, I think we are seeing each other.”
The Doctor smiled and gave a small nod. “Well there you are then.” She kept her composure, but on the inside her hearts were soaring, she was overjoyed. Her hand found the back of Yaz’s neck, and she moved in, the other woman meeting her in the middle. Yaz’s fingers found the Doctor’s braces, pulling their bodies flush.