A/N - Hello and welcome to my new Jenny/Vastra fic!
This first chapter is based off the Jenny posing scene in Deep Breath. If you watch carefully as Madame Vastra turns the easel round - there is a picture behind of a previous drawing attempt (go see!). This is a one-shot based on how that picture came to be...
"Draw me?!"
Jenny Flint's voice almost cracked with incredulity; the young woman nearly spat her tea out she was so surprised by the request.
"Do you doubt my abilities, my love?"
Madame Vastra cocked her forehead, her tone calculating, eyeing her wife suspiciously as she sat across from her. The pair were sat in their lavish conservatory, beautiful, exotic greenery speckling the room which gave backdrop to the quaint scene which was unfolding. As was accustomed however, their focus was almost exclusively on each other.
"No!" Jenny breathed, aghast, quickly correcting the misunderstanding and tacitly sensing the reflexive relaxation in her wife's face. Jenny was acutely aware just how much her opinion mattered to Vastra, and sometimes had to work hard to avoid any negative interpretation of innocent words from the often paradoxically naïve Silurian, "It's just that…" Jenny stared down into the fine tea-cup that rest in her now fumbling hands, "Why me?" she finished, apprehensive and self-conscious.
Even after several years of happy marriage, Jenny Flint still had difficulty appreciating what Vastra saw in her appearance, despite numerous, welcome compliments from her wife. She had always known that she was more than plain; from general comments to the limited affection she had received before Vastra's life had collided with her own, but something prevented her from being able to view herself as anything more than 'above average'. Jenny always put it down to her parents, her Mother especially; years of non-acceptance leading to outright abandonment hadn't completely rolled off her back. There was that short incident with another match girl, but even then she had been more interested in using Jenny than admiring her. Put simply, Jenny never saw herself as any sort of 'Grand Beauty', so Vastra's unshackled, indulgent worship of her body was, whilst in no way unwanted, a bit of a shock. So when Vastra had sprung the idea of using Jenny as a subject for life drawing, the young maid had nearly passed out, so great was her bafflement.
Jenny toyed with her fingers, running them over the edge of the cooling teacup, knowing that Vastra was observing her movements. A quick glance up confirmed that the almost irritatingly perceptive Silurian was indeed deducing her reaction from subtle body language cues. Jenny blushed, and glanced back down, only further confirming what her wife almost certainly already knew – she was embarrassed. It was during moments such as these that Jenny was relieved that she could choose when to telepathically connect with Vastra.
"Why my dear Jenny…" Vastra rose from her favourite garden chair, placing her tea back down on the counter, a troubled concern teetering on the edges of her words. Jenny felt a lump forming in the back of her throat, self-doubt pinching at her cheeks and flushing them into an even deeper shade of red, "One only wishes to depict images of the greatest beauty and vitality!" Vastra spread her arms out to the room around them, full of such things that fit that description, she clearly thought. However, one always caught her attention more than the others, "It is only logical to choose the most important and beautiful of them all" Vastra sauntered across to Jenny and lifted the human's lowered chin with one seductive, scaly finger, "Besides…" she smiled, lustfully, "Do I need an excuse to appreciate my wife's body?".
Jenny felt the lump shift instantly at the deep tones of Vastra's seductive drawl, and in it's a place a mad quickening rush through to her breast. She smiled, and felt a small rush of confidence. Whilst it was true that he self-respect had been nearly irrevocably damaged by the past treatment of her biological family (and all the attached associations to them), Vastra had to be credited for the fantastic job she had done in building her back up from scratch. To her, it had been the true definition of a 'labour of love'. She had gone from a dying street rat to a cherished wife and fearless warrior, and that had involved steps that had been many, and not all of them simple. It was because of this that, despite the wild, animal desire Jenny could read in Vastra's wide eyes as she gazed down hopefully, Jenny could still feel love and care softening the edges, and wavering her resolve. It was only testament to the bond they had tirelessly worked on since the day Vastra had offered her a hand up in a darkened alleyway, and Jenny had taken it without hesitation. It was this trust between them that Jenny reminded herself of as she reconsidered the proposal.
"If, if I say yes…" Jenny emphasised, as Vastra's look transformed to a look of glee, "You gotta promise that there ain't a soul that's gonna see these pictures other than you" Jenny stabbed a finger at Vastra, trying hard to be stern with her, but feeling her countenance crack. Vastra simply smirked and drew her face closer to Jenny's own, sending the woman's heart drumming painfully against her sternum. She could have counted the scales on her wife's face, she was so close.
"Now…" Vastra bent down to Jenny's seated level, so that their faces were now directly opposite, "You know I don't share…" Vastra slid her cool hands across Jenny's small, feminine chin, appreciating her handsome jawline; she raised her brow playfully, "I'm sure you do not wish to either"
Jenny cursed her own arousal, which was beginning to get the better of her. Vastra's beautiful azure eyes bored through her own with an almost endearingly earnest hope, and it did seem a somewhat harmless idea after all. But the human wasn't known for being completely soft, and now was not the time to let Vastra's powerful allure override her senses.
"Not with anyone my love" Jenny replied, placing her hands delicately on Vastra's shoulders and tracing her green neckline with her thumbs, it was taking almost inhuman strength not to give in to her body's natural urge to pounce on her wife, but she painfully resisted (at least until the conclusion of this conversation), "But what d'ya actually expect me to do?"
"Well I was hoping…" Vastra let her hands stray down to the pressed, white collar of Jenny's shirt and began to pry it away from her soft, pink mammalian skin, "The endeavour would not require any of your boring human clothing, so fussy it is to depict…" Vastra unbuttoned the first button of the shirt, and Jenny heard herself audibly gulping, "…and given that it would be such a shame to waste a pleasant situation such as that, I could easily reward you in kind directly afterwards." Jenny's ragged breathing was giving away any pretence of subtlety she had been planning on maintaining, which Vastra was very obviously delighting in, "If it makes you feel more comfortable, we could start with your back to me?" Vastra worked a finger down the tip of Jenny's breastbone, now exposed from the freed button, and drew circles around it, "If you enjoy the experience then perhaps we could work our way up to something more…" Vastra started on undoing Jenny's tie, "…revealing….", the Silurian's gaze moved down to Jenny's front, unadulterated wanting turning her a very deep shade of green.
Before Jenny even had time to agree, she found she had managed to deftly fling Vastra to the floor and had engaged her in a very deep and passionate kiss. She could feel her wife trying not to laugh with triumphant amusement.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"'Ow long do I'ave to sit 'ere for?!"
Jenny felt a shiver down her exposed back, she had no idea how long she had truly been sat there, but it certainly seemed like a long time; Jenny did not like sitting still for any great length of time. She was cross legged, with her back to Vastra (as she had taken up the Silurian's idea of easing her in gently), one arm across her shoulder, and the other on the opposing knee. Apparently this pose was for "angles" but to Jenny it just felt damned uncomfortable.
"Patience, my dear. I am almost complete"
Vastra's voice sounded distracted, and Jenny guessed (without looking around) that Vastra was only half-paying attention to what she was saying, and was more engrossed in her drawing.
"Can you please explain why I agreed to this again?" Jenny was glad of the bright light streaming through the windows and seeping through the gaps in the large-leafed plants that stood in front of them; if it had been a cold day she had no idea how she would have coped being completely naked for this long. Strax had been distracted for the day by being given another weekend off to visit Scotland (apparently he had a score to settle with a delightful human scumbag that had been interrupted by the events of Trenzalore), so she wasn't so much worried about being walked in on as how long it was going to take to get to the good bit of this bargain.
"Because you are a good wife" Vastra stated, nonplussed, "Besides, it is in the name of art"
Jenny had a bad feeling that ambiguous excuse might return someday, and made a mental note not to let Vastra get away with it so easily next time.
"You know, it is a shame that you don't just pose like this for fun sometimes…" Vastra murmured, half to herself, "Goodness knows I could happily be distracted by you all day"
"Now you're pushin' your luck Missus!" Jenny protested, "You'll have to provide me with some damn good rewards if you ever want to see me give in to that lark!"
"That could be arranged my love, now try to keep still – you twitch when you get indignant"
Jenny sighed, torn between secret enjoyment of her wife's wanton enjoyment of her naked form, and exasperation with the monotony of posing. She had to admit that it was the greatest compliment that the Silurian was so in awe of her – it wasn't so far out of her memory that she couldn't remember her wife being unable to distinguish humans from great apes, or indeed, almost unable to control her desire to wreak revenge on them. That she had come full circle from that to wanting to gaze upon her all day reminded Jenny that is was not only her own self that had undergone a somewhat remarkable transformation over the course of their relationship.
"Come on Vastra- I'm not that big, you've gotta almost be done!"
Jenny's comment went unanswered, and she realised the room had gone eerily silent.
"Vastra?"Jenny shivered again, starting to feel the chill despite the warmth of the day, "Vastra what'ya playing at-"
"You know your hormones are almost as loud as you my love, I can barely concentrate with the amount of pheromones in the air"
Vastra's voice was close, right behind her to be precise, and at her ear level. Jenny couldn't suppress a surprised smile; the Silurian was always inclined to show off her prowess at sneaking up on her when she was at her most playful.
"I take it you've finished then?" Jenny quipped, her grin broadening, "Does this mean I can finally move?" she went to turn her head, but stopped at a mock-hiss from her lover.
"Now, now…" Jenny could hear Vastra shuffle carefully closer to her, "Do you want to spoil the surprise? You've been such a good little ape…" Jenny faked a gasp at the affront.
"Keep talking to me like that, and it won't be 'appening again!"
"I highly doubt it…" Vastra chuckled, and Jenny drew a deep breath as her warm breath graced her exposed ears, "Not after what I'm about to give you in return…"
Jenny felt Vastra's legs spread astride her – the green scales glinting in the sunlight as they came into her eye's range. A strong pair of reptilian arms followed, as Jenny was pulled back into Vastra's waiting body. Despite the coolness of her wife's skin, Jenny felt her whole body heat up again, and all feelings of cold were long abandoned.
"'Ow on Earth did you take off all those clothes without me 'earing you?" Jenny laughed, melting into Vastra's grip and cocking her head to take in the alien woman's beautiful countenance. It had to be said, she wouldn't mind herself if Vastra sat around naked once in a while, such a breathtakingly beautiful sight it was.
"Now I can't have you knowing all my tactical secrets can I?" Vastra smiled, her hands gracing across the front of Jenny's body, making Jenny jerk with heightened sensitivity, "Now I think there was some talk of a reward…" Jenny's breath hitched as Vastra's body started to elaborate on what such a reward was to include.
The drawing stood unattended as Vastra spelled out all the reasons to Jenny why its creation has been worthwhile.
Jenny certainly was looking forward to their next session of 'art'.
