This is a companion piece to my story, Lifetime. If you haven't read it, it doesn't matter. This can be read as a stand alone piece. However, if you're curious to see where this is going I would suggest you read the other story too. Enjoy!

The blades were whipping through the air, carving a non-existent trail, only visible for a second. The two women were locked in an intricate dance, going through the motions long engraved in their minds. The blades they were wielding would flash and soar, cutting through the air in beautiful and precise movements, enhanced by the grace of the women. The alien, lizard-like one worked through the movement with what had to be little to no thought, while her companion, a young human, was red in the face and sweating, occasionally grunting with effort. They moved around the matted floor of the basement, the artificial light glinting of a scale here, a strand of hair there. It was the swipe of a blade that sent the other clattering to the floor and a kick to the back of the knee that sent the lizard-like woman to the floor.

Jenny panted from the exertion, looking down at her Mistress, smirking at the turn of events. Vastra rolled over onto her back, looking up at the entertained human. She huffed as she rose to her feet with the gracefulness her race had been granted by evolution. Jenny couldn't help admire the lines of her Mistress's body as she rose. The light reflecting off her scales enhanced her alienness but made her no less beautiful in the human's eyes.

For months Jenny had been pushing aside the feelings she had developed for her employer. They were wrong, not only because they were both female but because Vastra had been so kind to her, giving her a job and a home when she'd just been a poor match girl living on the street. She'd taken her in, gave her a job and made her feel so protected.

She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as her body thrummed from the thrill of victory. She looked at her Mistress, the clean lines of her body and the light glinting off her scales. She was beautiful and all the more for the danger she possessed. She beamed at her, happy with how far she's come since the she began learning from her Mistress. She watched Vastra brush dust from her shoulder, noticing the gracefulness, even in such a mundane task. The desire she'd been pushing back for months surged to the forefront of her mind. It flooded through her body, entering every crevice of her being despite her trying to push it back.

Without much thought she stepped forward and kissed her Mistress. Before her brain kicked in she felt total bliss and contentment. Then her brain caught up with her actions.

She stepped back, mortifies, blood rushing to her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am," she spluttered, looking at her in wide-eyed fear. She knew how insubordinate she'd been and how it may cost her job. She couldn't bear the thought of living on the street again, or being separated from her Mistress. She waited with baited breath for the reaction.

Vastra gently caught her arm and drew her in close. She laid a soft kiss on the human's lips before drawing away.

"I wish for a rematch," the lizard woman said, taking up her katana blades once again.

Jenny smiled as she picked up her own blades and readied her stance. They spent well into the evening sparring in the basement as the lights began to putter out. Vastra won every match.

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