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The ecstasy flowing through her really shouldn’t have been there. They hadn’t even done anything; the Doctor wouldn’t ever think of her like that anyway. She definitely shouldn’t be thinking about the handcuffs around the Doctors hands. Shouldn’t be thinking about how happy she was just lying next to her. Imagining what those handcuffs could be used for. Yaz, stop it!

She wanted to reach out and touch her desperately. She wanted to-

“Oh what a relief.” The handcuffs unlocked with a click and Yaz bit the side of her cheek to keep from laughing. Although she was sure a cheeky grin has snuck its way through. She glanced over at her companion once again, smiling softly as the Doctor looked back. She wanted this moment engrained in her memory. Somewhere she could keep forever.

The Doctor spring up, causing Yaz to inwardly groan at the ruined moment.

No.

With a lightening fast reflex, she didn’t know she had; she snatched the Doctor’s hand before she stood, causing the alien to come crashing back down into the bed. It may not have been elegant but to Yaz it was beautiful.

“Oi.” The Doctor startled, turning onto her side to look at her companion.

“Can you stay, can we stay here. Just for a moment? Please.” Yaz ducked her head, knowing how stupid she sounded. Knowing how the Doctor would think she was just another silly human.

“We can’t let them get away with doing that to us” The Doctor protested, searching her friends face.

“I…I just need a minute to… recover.” Yaz faltered, eyes focused on their hands, still joined.

The Doctor’s face scrunched up. “You’ve always been fine before. Are you feeling alright?”

Yaz tore her eyes away from their hands, landing instead on the ceiling. Warmth spread through her, feeling the Doctors’ fingers close around hers.

“Yaz?” And now the Doctor was leaning over her, all blond hair and beautiful and ohmylord she is so gorgeous. This is how I die. Death by beauty.

She couldn’t breathe. It kept getting caught in her throat as the Doctor inched closer to her face. “Yaz?”

“I…. I’m okay.” She stuttered, entranced at the alien leaning over her. I just want to reach my hand up and touch her face. Run my hand through her hair. OhGod, I really want to kiss her. Christ, she’s so close. How did I survive this long? Don’t fuck this up Khan. Then there’ll be no more traveling the universe-

“Yaz, I’m worried. Are you hurt?”

Nah, just my heart Doc.

“I’m okay.” She squeaked out, wanting to literally disappear as she heard her voice.

“I just…like this.” She blurted, heart racing as she quickly avoided the timelord’s gaze.

“Oh.” The Doctor softly looked at their joined hands.

“Just…forget I said that.” Yaz whispered, wishing desperately the Doctor would move her face away. Before Yas did something she knew she shouldn’t.

“Ah…” The Doctor retreated from Yaz’s line of sight and the human breathed a sigh of relief while simultaneously feeling disappointment in every part of her being.

“We don’t have to.” The Doctor said softly as she nestled her body next to Yasmin’s.

Yasmin’s body went completely still before her reflexes kicked in and she took a deep gulp of air.. The Doctor is spooning me. And ohmygod its as wonderful as I imagined.

She closed her eyes again, feeling every point of contact her body had with the timelords. Every inch of her being humming, gently, softly. She felt the Doctor’s breath against her neck, and she sank into the mattress as the Doctor casually slung an arm around her. Breath. Breathe. Ohmygod she smells exactly like I imagined and this is beyond perfect and I love her so much.

And while Yasmin’s mind raced, the Doctor had only one simple thought: