Marry Me
"Jenny?" Vastra said as she passed Jenny a cup of tea.
"Yes ma'am?"
"We should get married." Vastra took a sip from her cup.
Jenny spit out her tea. "You ain't pulling my leg now, are you ma'am?"
Vastra's brow furrowed. "Why would I do that?"
"You've got a wicked sense o' humour. But if this is another of your jokes I won't no part in it." Jenny stood up, preparing to storm out dramatically.
Vastra grabbed her arm, preventing her. "I am quite serious, Jenny. We should elope." She stood up and rested her hand on Jenny's cheek.
"How can you say that so matter o' fact like? It's as if you're talking about the weather! It ain't right."
"I do not why I should be stumbling over my words. I love you and you love me, and I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I merely suggested we should make it official by having one of your human ceremonies."
Jenny grinned. "Well, ma'am, when you put it like that, how can a girl say no?"
"Hopefully it is an impossibility."
"Aye, ma'am. Even if the Doctor were to appear and tell me that marrying you would rip a hole in space and time, I'd just show him the door and get on with marrying you."
Vastra smiled. "Oh Jenny, what am I going to do with you?"
"Kissing me would be a good start, ma'am."
"As you wish." Vastra said.
Their lips met, a clash of lava and ice emphasised by the galloping of their raging hearts. Jenny felt the thundering of Vastra's heartbeat and smirked when they separated.
"You are such a liar, ma'am."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"You're a good actor, I'll give you that. But I felt you're heart galloping like horses escaping from Bob's butchery. You were nervous."
"Hush now." Vastra replied.
"Make me, ma'am."